Chapter Five

My shawty , has really been nice to me, for the past few days. She answers me nicely and does what I ask her to do like a good girl.

She was very happy around Amir. It kind of made me jealous. She was so free around him, yet very reserved around me.

I don't know if she's scared of me. How can I make her not be terrified of me?

I decided to go out with her on a dinner date.

I hope she accepts.

"Ilham ?" I said as I saw her chatting with one of the maids.

She turned towards me with a happy face , but her face suddenly dropped at the sight of me.

It made my heart hurt. Should I ask her out or not?

I decided to hit the bull's eye.

"Can I talk to you alone please ?" I asked.

She nodded and I led her to my office.

I sat her down on one of the couches.

I could sense that she was scared. I think she thought I was about to harm her.

"I'm not going to hurt you Ily . I promise" I assured her.

She calmed down and looked away from my eyes.

"Look at me shawty." I said.

She blushed and smirked a little.

She turned to face me. I smiled at her.

" Umm... I'd like to take you out for dinner later today " I said , while scratching the back of my head.

She looked at me puzzled. She was nervous.

"Umm... okay why not ?" She answered, as she stared at her black manicured nails.

Her toenails and fingernails were so nice.

She had small feet and small palms.

My palms on the other hand were larger and rougher.

I held her hand and whispered into her ears

"Mine ❤" as I kissed her on the cheek and neck.

She moaned lightly and blushed. I had to control myself, before I did something I didn't want to do.

I pulled away slowly and carried her to her room. She was reluctant at first but became submissive afterwards.

I placed her on her bed and I slowly, took off her sandals . I wanted to be a gentleman.

I wanted her to think good of me always.

She flinched when I touched her feet , but submitted, after she realised my deeds.

After taking off her sandals, I sat beside her and said

"I don't want you to cry Ily . I want you to be happy always baby ."

She looked at me and turned away.

I sighed and got up and walked out.

But not without giving her a peck.

Ilham's POV 

Omar has been trying to get me to trust him. It was cute. I realised that I had a soft spot for him. He liked me very much.

The way he smirks at me and the way

he smiles at me. It was all so adorable.

But I'm really scared of him. Something tells me he's hiding something from me. I needed to find out what.

I had to prepare for this dinner date in the meantime.

I found a beautiful clingy cream jumpsuit in the closet. I picked it up with a cream birkin and some cream coloured heels.

I found a cream hijab to match.

Everything I wore was cream. I'm pretty sure people would call me Creamy.

But I have to admit, I looked very nice in the outfit.

I waited in room , until a maid came in to call me.

I was very nervous. I checked myself once more and decided that I was gorgeous.

I walked downstairs and met Omar in a white ripped jeans ans some white jordans and a white Balenciaga Hoodie.

He looked delicious. The tattoos on his neck made him look even more beautiful.

He gazed at me for so long. I felt coy. He smirked at me and I blushed.

He held my hand as he walked me to outside.

"You look perfect tonight Shawty " he whispered.

I blushed and giggled a little.

"You look good too "

He drove us to a classy restaurant. Everyone looked at him with fear in their eyes.

They all bowed to him. He didn't spare them a glance.

He walked me to the VIP part of the restaurant. After I was seated, he stared at me for most of the night.

I just stared at my phone. I was bored. I decided to play Candy crush.

After a while , a waitress walked up to us. She looked like a slut. Her dress was so short and her shirt showed an ample amount of her plastic breast.

She was biting her lip at Omar and frowned at me.

But as a jamaican would say "My ting demma pree" meaning my thing they are envious of.

Wait ? Did I just call Omar mine ?

"What would you like to order Mister Mohammed Akhir?" She asked.

He smirked at her and replied "Your Heart On A Silver Platter" .

She looked like she wanted to pee on herself.

She begun sweating.  She looked at me and I raised my eyebrow at her and smirked.

She looked even more scared.

Omar kissed my hand and I decided to play along.

"My fianceé here , doesn't like sluts. So if you would just run along and get a substitute waitress for us , it would really help you save your life" I advised her diabolically.

She nodded and quickly walked away.

I winked at Omar , who was staring at me in shock.

He fixed himself up and complimented

"You're a very good actress Doctor Ilham Hafiz Salam "

I giggled a little and thanked him.

Another waiter came and he took our orders. I wasn't so hungry , so I just ordered a pancake.

Omar looked at me like I was crazy.

He ordered a full chicken and some fried rice and chicken giblets.

OMFG he could wat all that ?

After 20 minutes, he had finished everything.

OMG, this man had a really big appetite.

Was that how he like ....?

Geez ! What the hell are you thinking about?! I scolded myself.

I blushed and he noticed it.

"You're getting pretty red there Ily " he said in his husky voice.

The way my name rolled out of his tongue was so tempting.

Oh that long red tongue of his, the wonders , it would do.

When it was in my ....?

What the Hell am I doing ?

Snap out of it Ily !.

"Ummm sorry?" I didn't know what to do.

He smirked and I blushed once more.

He liked how much of an effect her had on me.

We spoke for so long and I got to know a little about him.

But he didn't want to talk about his family.

I didn't know why but it was up to him to tell me.

Hope y'all enjoyed this chapter

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