Chapter 37: Chapter 37
As the clock struck midnight, Rakia woke up from thirst. She winced as she moved her sprained foot, she forgot about it so she slowly lowered her foot to the side of the bed. She thought of a way to get out of bed and walk to the kitchen. She ventured to use her fine foot to rest on but her sore foot would only tread lightly on the floor, but when she tried it hurt like hell. Rakia sighed in despair, but when she saw her cell phone on the nightstand she thought to call Dashtan. She sent a message through the green app and luckily he wasn’t asleep yet. A few minutes later, Dashtan came and walked over to Rakia.
“Hi, sorry to make you come here in the middle of the night, can I get you a drink?” Rakia looked at Dashtan with a pleading face. Dashtan smiled and went to the kitchen to get some water for his wife. Not long after, Dashtan returned to Rakia’s room with a glass of drinking water in his hand. He took a seat by Rakia’s side while she was drinking. He gazed at her so intently that he was surprised to realize the outfit Rakia was wearing, a satin nightgown with spaghetti-sized straps around her shoulders. His wild mind immediately came up with various simulations of what if he spent time with Rakia without a single thread.
“Go to sleep, I’m going to sleep too.” Dashtan hurriedly got up after saying that. Rakia stared at Dashtan until the man was completely out of her room and the door closed again. She got back under the covers and continued to sleep. The next morning, she woke up a little later than usual. She had just risen from her lying position to sitting with not yet fully recovered consciousness, Dashtan entered with a walking aid in the form of an elbow stick. Dashtan tried not to focus too much on the clothes Rakia was wearing at the moment because it would only make him more confused.
“I brought you this, do you know how to use it?” Dashtan put the object down by leaning on the side of the bed. Rakia pulled back the covers and lowered her legs to the side of the bed. Dashtan sucked in his breath hard. He immediately turned to leave but Rakia looked at the man with a frown.
“Where are you going? I can’t stand up without your help,” Rakia said which made Dashtan stay where he was for a moment, silent, before deciding to turn back to Rakia. He grabbed the elbow stick and helped his wife put it on.
“I’m sorry if you’re a bother because-“
“No problem... It’s okay, let’s try to stand up,” Dashtan cut in quickly which made Rakia blush then obeyed Dashtan to try to stand up using the tool. The result was very helpful, Rakia raised her gaze to Dashtan and thanked him. However, the man only looked at Rakia with a flat gaze making the woman confused.
“What is-“
Rakia’s words were cut short when Dashtan approached and kissed her. He deepened his kiss by pressing against Rakia’s nape until he could absorb all of the woman’s sweetness. His arms wrapped around her until he could feel every curve of Rakia’s body underneath the satin nightgown she was wearing and it further fueled the passion he had since last night. Dashtan moved his kisses to her chin and continued down to Rakia’s neck.
“Ash!” Rakia called out to Dashtan in a low, sexy voice. She was lost in the man’s treatment of her at the moment. Thrilling all her nerves, until Dashtan arrived at one of her shoulders and left a wet trail there Rakia sighed. That made Dashtan even more eager to touch other parts of Rakia’s body. His hand that was reaching out now moved down and uncovered the bottom of Rakia’s dress until he found the woman’s ass which was only wrapped in her safety triangle.
One fondle after another was sent by Dashtan to Rakia’s body until one of his hands that was on the woman’s buttocks went down lower to the intimate area and caressed it from under the cloth that still covered it. Rakia trembled and her legs seemed unable to support her body anymore due to the arousal that began to spread in her body. Dashtan lifted Rakia’s body without letting go of his fondling but for a moment he left Rakia’s intimate parts for him to touch gently later. Laying the woman down on the bed and raising the dress that Rakia was wearing so that the security was visible.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Dashtan said right above Rakia’s face just inches away.
“Ash!” called Rakia which snapped the man out of his long daydream. Rakia frowned at the man who was staring at her blankly. Dashtan sighed loudly as he blinked a few times. It had been a beautiful fantasy.
“Are you okay? I think this tool is very helpful,” Rakia said. Dashtan nodded weakly as he massaged the area between his forehead for a moment.
“I’m going to the gym,” said Dashtan who quickly walked out of Rakia’s room with a feeling of dizziness coming over him. His arousal down there was perfectly erect but he had to let go if reality did not match what he had fantasized about. Meanwhile, Rakia was still confused about what happened to her husband and when she realized her current outfit, she felt ashamed of herself. She hobbled to the bathroom to take a quick shower and change.
“Dashtan must be... No, no, no. He must be....” Rakia muttered while in the bathroom about Dashtan who looked confused. How could she not notice her clothes when dealing with that man, it must be very inviting for her to think wildly. Rakia sighed before turning on the large shower that was above her head a few feet away. And as the warm water poured over her body the thought of Dashtan was defeated for a moment.
The aroma of coffee wafted over Rakia as she neared the kitchen. The morning sun was beginning to show its rays and the warm light shone into the living room through the glass wall that separated the pool and the room.
“Good morning, Mrs. Dashtan and oh, what happened? Are you okay?” Mrs. Hunt looked at Rakia with surprise mixed with worry.
“I just sprained my ankle last night when I was at my mom’s, what did you do?” Rakia looked at the coffee machine that was doing its job.
“Would you like some coffee, Mrs. Dashtan?” offered the woman who looked neat in her pale blue shirt and knee-length black pencil skirt.
“No, tea instead,” Rakia said as she looked for the bread she had made yesterday. She knew it wasn’t finished because she didn’t have time to eat it.
“Ow, Mrs. Dashtan, I heated the bread in the microwave,” said Mrs. Hunt who was preparing coffee for Dashtan and tea for Rakia. Hearing that, Rakia immediately approached the microwave and looked into the object, inside there were several pieces of bread being heated, then a few minutes later the heating process was complete. The smell of delicious bread aroused Rakia’s appetite to taste it immediately. She placed the bread on the granite table and immediately picked one up and took a big bite. She sat on the high chair while chewing and waiting for her tea. As he was savoring the second bun, Dashtan came and joined her, his coffee already on the table. The man picked up a bun and took a bite, his face instantly expressing amazement.
“This is delicious, just like the one sold,” Dashtan praised sincerely, Rakia smiled proudly.
“I love this bread, so I have to learn to make it because there’s no way I’m buying it every day, you know! It’s expensive,” Rakia babbled. Dashtan just listened as he occasionally sipped his coffee.
“How about tomorrow? Will you be able to go to work?” Dashtan asked and looked at Rakia seriously.
“I hope so, I don’t want to take too many permits, I’m new there.”
Dashtan took another bun and ate it heartily.
“I’ll tell Liam that you’re sick,” Dashtan said, to which Rakia responded with a grimace and a frown of disapproval.
“The office belongs to Liam, you can’t just do that,” Rakia protested.
“Liam is only in charge there as the station manager,” Dashtan said which made Rakia confused, it was true what the man said, Liam only served as station manager.
“Then, who is the real owner of DS? I thought-“
“Me,” Dashtan replied which immediately made Rakia gape.