Rashid
The moment that I arrived at Layla’s room to get her for the gala, I had been blown away. I knew the woman was beautiful when I purchased her, but never in my life had I imagined her looking the way she did. Her hair cascaded in ringlets over her shoulders—which, of course, would be covered by the hair wrap—but the light bit of makeup she used to accentuate her natural beauty only made her that much more enticing.
I hadn’t wanted to let her go. I wanted to take her right then and there, admiring every beautiful curve of her body until the sun came up, but I knew that wasn’t possible. At least not right now.
“I won’t be long,” I whispered into her ear as we climbed out of the car.
Her eyes met mine with curiosity as her lips parted slightly. My voice obviously did something to
