Chapter 18: Chapter 18

ACE UP HIS SLEEVE

Rashid was a little bit late when he got to the palace, he was going to use the front door, when Dargok told him to use the back door instead.

"It wouldn't be good if your father thinks you just came, and it is a business meeting then... it wouldn't be a good sign that you are not really interested, would it?", Dargok asked, quirking his lips upwards in disapproval.

Rashid seconded to what he said and decided to use the back door, Dargok waited outside while Rashid went in.

He checked his wristwatch, he was late, he knows that, and if there as anything the Emir Sheikh hated, it was being late, he saw it as being unserious.

The guards stood at all corners of the palace, slightly bowing their head in obeisance to him, while the maids stood at attention, their hands placed in front of their thighs, with their head bent low, almost like it hung low on their neck.

A secluded area led to the room, which was tagged by the Emir as the conference room. Where he had meetings with investors and business men, and even royalties and top government officials from around the world.

The conference room had a division in it, one was for business moguls, the interior decorations of the room for the business moguls held a dark piece, which showed how strict and aggressive the Emir could be when it comes to matters of money. The second division was for government officials and royalties, and the interior was designed to be like how a leader should be, all black, but held a formidable feeling of being watched by both parties.

Now, Rashid was in the secluded area, he brushed his hair back, changing his ruthless and aggressive look which had formed in his face and taken a major part of him since the past three years, to a calm and quiet type.

Just when he was about taking the right turn which led to the conference room, the power went out.

, ""ما هذا بحق الجحيم ... الآن؟" ، -"what the fuck is this"

he groaned, he heard movements beside him, just at the end of the hallway that gave way to the straight Lane to the conference room, was an empty store room.

He got alerted immediately, no one ever entered here, he was going to bring out his phone when soft hands jerked him furiously into the store room.

He didn't expect the move, so he wasn't able to handle it almost immediately, then almost immediately, he felt tickling and probing fingers sliding slowly and sensuously up to his thighs.

No voice, no words shared between both of them, he almost relaxed into the touch, it was kind of soothing... KIND OF, but the touch, it didn't feel familiar, he didn't want this type of touch, it was like that of a professional in a game, a slût, a whòré, who probably knows how to get what she wants, using what she has.

He wanted a touch filled with innocence, that was the one he had been getting from Janelle. He felt his còck rearing alive, it wasn't him, it was just his cõck, he was sexually frustrated, sexually famished, it's been long he had fúckéd a cúnt, very long. All along it's been business all through.

He let the probing hand wander along for some seconds, he didn't care who the person is, but right now, all he wanted was to bend her to her knees and fûck the hell out of her mouth, then almost immediately, he got a little hold of himself, when he heard the voice coming from the conference room, he recognized it, he could recognize that voice even if he was in a deep slumber.

He was mad that the lights hadn't been repaired even after three minutes.

The voice. Farouq. Yes, it was him, his considerate uncle, in IRONY, who could only help his desperate daughter out her marriage -less state by throwing that THING at him, even money.... a billion dollars thrown at him, would never, ever change his mind about Abla, his second cousin. NOTHING in this world would.

"Get off me, you dirty cúnt", he growled sharply, slapping her hands off his thighs, getting irritated at himself for almost falling for her whims.

"Uhhhhh, it took you so long to remember me, that's poor", Abla said in between chuckles.

Her chuckles made him even more irritated, he had ALMOST given himself out.

"You seem to say one, but.... your cõck...", she lingered on her last word cõck, smiling sheepishly.

"Your cõck seems to have another mind of its own, it doesn't want to follow it's owners word yes?", She slurred, grabbing his hands forcefully and sliding it into her bare cúnt, his hands had touched her cúnt and his long, coarse fingers almost in her pûssy hole when he furiously jerked his hands off her.

"Ohhh dear cousin, off with the tantrums and the pretence, you want this, it's been long you had this, and I know, I definitely know you can't wait to plunge your cõck in my wet cúnt. Can't you see how wet I'm for you?, We don't even need a lubricant, or some unnatural oil, when the natural one is flowing, flowing without control....., my thighs are wet, Allah!!!!, I'm so damn horny...., I got to say your cõck is so big, so big, but.... the pain might come at first, because my cúnt is so tight, you could also take my asshole as well... you seen to be an ass guy", she chortled, running her unnatural well manicured hands up and down his chest, her hands lingering on the right side of his chest.

Rashid stared, if he could even see her well, if she knew better, she would stop with the show she thinks she's trying to put out for him, he wasn't interested a bit... yes, his cõck had reared alive, but it wasn't for her, while she had been touching him so effortlessly, his thought had conjured full with memories of Janelle. She was all he could think about, just the mere thought of her had reared his thick cõck alive.

Ten!!!.

Twenty!!.

Fifty!!!, he sure it was more than the numbers he was trying to put out in his head, he couldn't count how many times he had his thick cõck in his hands as he fisted it up and down, fast and slow, thinking about her lips wrapped around his cõck, taking him fast and deep, filled with urgency, lust.. love?, Yeah love. There was no one, no one who could replace her, but....., she had committed adultery, slept with another man and he can't, wouldn't forget, neither would he forget her.

He made a mental note to hire a private investigator, he wanted to get back at her, and if he really wanted to do that, he had to start now.... since he couldn't have her, then no one, no man would have her, they would have to live a celibate life all through, until they are both eight feet under the ground.

"Abla, I knew you are a desperate little thing, but not, never to this extent, you were such a good little thing, but how you changed over the years. You are not even up to ninteen, what do you really want, to marry someone old enough to be your uncle?, Abla, I carried you when you were little, fed you with a sucker. You negatively changed and that's so bad, I just don't know, what would people say if you're found seducing your cousin... they would clap for you, No?", he questioned, his thick brows arching slightly up.

She laughed, throwing her hands around her chest, almost like she was hugging herself.

"Seducing?, NO, You and I are both single, no partner, stop being a jerk and make the best out of it, I mean... you are not even married anymore... you", she was cut off immediately by him.

"Get that stupid thought out of your head, I have a wife..

"Ohh shhhh, big cousin, a wife?, Where is she?, A wife who is nowhere to be found is not a wife, but rather, a living ghost", she snapped, and immediately the lights came on, she arranged her dress properly as she walked back into the conference room.

He growled, Abla was an Ace up his sleeve, she's unusually good at using words against him. Maybe if he stopped treating her like a cousin and reminded her of her place, she would stop with her tantrums.

"A. Living. Ghost" she muttered again, to his hearing.

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