Maya and Maahir arrived at his penthouse later that night. Time to exercise her acting skills, show her thanks and prove her love to Maahir by letting him take her. "Come on, baby. Don't be shy. Get your clothes off for me."
She slowly and unenthusiastically removed her shirt, her bra, and then her progress of undressing for him stalled.
He impatiently began unbuttoning her jeans as she stood paralyzed in front of him. She was living a lie. She wanted to slap his greedy hands away from her body, tell him, 'no', but her hands and tongue remained prisoners to this lie and seemed shackled by it. He had already taken her several times this morning, many times the two evenings before. Wasn't that already enough? "Please, Maahir, not tonight. I don't feel like it again."
He knew why she didn'
