Chapter 30
I fix my robe and then open my bedroom door.
Hakim doesn’t give me time to speak and pushes past me into the room, like he’s searching for something-or-someone.
“What are you doing here this late?”
“I heard two voices, including a man’s voice.”
“What are you talking about?”
He stands tall, facing me, his gaze landing on my robe. I cross my arms over my chest and raise an eyebrow.
“What’s your problem? The only reason I opened the door is because you said it was urgent.”
“You seem very nervous, like you’re hiding something or someone.”
“You think after that shitty party I’d go run into a man’s arms?”
“Why are you getting angry? I don’t understand why you’re so tense if you have nothing to hide.”
I stare him down while discreetly checking that the bathroom door is still shut.
“Get out of my room, Hakim.”
“I didn’t understand your argument with Alexander.”
“You don’t need to understand.”
“Alexander isn’t the type to make a scene in public. If he spoke to you like that in front of his guests, you must have done something.”
I shoot him a death glare and frown.
“Let me remind you, I was sent to infiltrate and spy on him in the prison where he was held! Of course, he hates me!”
“Maybe… but he’s not supposed to know you were infiltrating, is he?”
He gives me a victorious smile, like he just caught me in a trap. I keep my expression neutral even as my heart races.
“He doesn’t know, but he definitely has his doubts.”
“Just so you know, your father was very angry when you left the party.”
“I’ll explain it to him. Now get out of my room.”
“Why are you so eager to get me out?”
He backs up and heads toward the bathroom door. I ran to block his way.
“I asked you to leave my room. Get out.”
“I want to see your bathroom first.”
“That’s my private space, you have no right to go in.”
“Open this door before I drag you away myself.”
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“Get out right now, or I swear I’ll blow your brains out-or better yet, I’ll tell my father you’ve tried to rape me multiple times!”
He raises his eyebrows, then rolls his eyes.
“What are you hiding in that bathroom to get so aggressive?”
“Get the fuck out of my room!”
“Open the door!”
“Get out, or I’ll scream!”
“There’s no one around. Your father’s spending the night at a hotel with a whore and the guards won’t hear a thing!”
“I’m ordering you to leave! I order you as the boss’s daughter!”
He gives a mocking laugh.
“You’re ordering me?” he repeats with a nervous chuckle. “You take me for what? Some guy ready to suck up to you like all those idiots who think that just because you’re the boss’s daughter, they have to follow your every command, is that it?”
I give him a dark glare.
“You and I both know the nature of your relationship with my father. I should be the one ordering you around. Let me remind you, I outrank you in this organization!”
I clench my fists to stop myself from punching him.
I completely forgot Alexander’s presence. My hatred for this pathetic ball-less bastard who thinks he’s superior just because of a meaningless hierarchy is blinding.
“You might be my father’s second-in-command, but I’m still his daughter.”
“I see whatever you’re hiding in that bathroom must be important, if you’re suddenly calling yourself ‘Khalid’s daughter.’ And yet you always deny your family ties to him.”
“Get out! Are you deaf or what?”
“What are you going to do to make me leave? Shoot me?”
“Don’t push me to use violence!”
My hand still hurts from the glass I smashed earlier. I’m not in shape to fight.
“You’re the one who shouldn’t push me to get violent. Move.”
“Denying you access to my bathroom is my right!”
“You know very well that in this house and the gang’s organization, you have the least rights because of your pretty tits and your nice round ass.”
I slap him hard enough to wipe the smile off his face.
He touches his cheek for a few seconds, eyes shut. When he lifts his head, his gaze is full of hate.
He shoves me violently. I’m thrown to the floor. My forehead slams into the wall. I let out a weak moan of pain.
“Son of a bitch!”
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I get up under his mocking stare and lick him between the legs. He doubles over in pain, cursing me out.
Fucking doc
I run toward the pillow on my bed to grab my weapon. I barely touch the mattress before I’m thrown violently onto the bed.
He pins me down. As I struggle, he rips my robe, tearing it
“Get the fuck of me?
He starts smiling at the sight of my nightgown which exposes my body. He pulls my hair back.
I look at the bathroom door, slightly ajar. I catch Alexander’s gaze, ready to step out and intervene. But I beg him with my
eyes not to move.
If he comes out now, it might make things worse than they already are.
Till let you off tonight, but don’t forget your father said you’d be mine.”
Tll never do anything with your
“You think I’m going to give you a choice? All my fantasies will come true-consensual or not.”
He lets go of my hair and places a kiss at the base of my chest, which feels more like a warning of what’s to come.
Before leaving, he gives a big, mug smile and stares toward the bathroom.
