Chapter 2

She kept walking toward the intersection Arya had mentioned, waiting for him to arrive.

“What am I supposed to do now? Am I really going through with this?” Sahra wondered, staring at the bank card in her trembling hand.

Suddenly, a car pulled up right in front of her — making her jump.

Arya rolled down the window and called out her name.

“Get in, quickly,” he ordered.

Sahra saw no other choice. She climbed into his car, resigned.

They drove to a place she didn’t recognize. She longed to ask where they were going, but felt too awkward to speak, so she stayed silent. Before long, they arrived.

Arya got out, and Sahra followed. They walked together into an apartment, stepping inside.

Fear seized Sahra — her heart hammering wildly — and she stood frozen near the door.

Seeing her standing there, Arya called to her.

“Sir, we…”

“I didn’t bring you here just to stand there like a statue,” Arya said, his voice edged with irritation. “I’m not forcing you. If you don’t want this — give me back my card and leave.”

Her heart sank.

“I don’t know what else to do,” she thought, utterly lost. But she needed the money so desperately. Surrendering to her fate, she stepped toward him.

Ashamed, she kept her head bowed. Arya gently lifted her chin and kissed her — deep, lingering kisses that she found herself returning. His desire grew with every moment, captivated by the sweetness of her lips.

“Mmm…”

He kissed her harder, until Sahra felt breathless in the arms of this married man.

Seeing her exhaustion, Arya moved to kiss her neck. Sahra bit back sounds rising in her throat, trying to hold them in.

Unable to wait any longer, he began removing her clothes. Sahra, blushing deeply, covered herself with her hands.

Arya brushed her hands aside, caressing and kissing her most precious places. Again and again, Sahra yielded.

Then she felt something new — a sensation unlike anything she had ever known. It was her first time, and she struggled to keep quiet, even as her body betrayed her longing.

But Arya was like a wild beast, far from satisfied. He guided her to the bed and laid her down gently.

“Sir?” Sahra’s voice trembled with nervousness and fear.

Was this really happening?

He gave her no time to think.

Rip!

He stripped away the last of her modesty. Sahra lay completely exposed, wishing she could vanish from sight.

Arya’s gaze darkened with hunger as he looked upon her — touching her, claiming her. Terrified and shy, Sahra squeezed her eyes shut.

Instead of stopping, he kissed her most sensitive place.

“Ahh…” The sound escaped her before she could stop it. It was unlike anything she had ever imagined.

Her soft, involuntary sighs broke his restraint. He shed his own clothes, bare before her.

He joined with her.

Sahra cried out in pain — sharp and stinging — as something foreign entered her innocence.

“It hurts, Sir…”

Arya froze, realizing he had not fully entered yet. Then he saw the blood on the sheets.

“A virgin,” his mind reeled — stunned, yet strangely triumphant to be the first man to have her.

Possessed by a fierce hunger, he moved above her, drawing sounds from her she had never known she could make. He sought his own pleasure, while Sahra drifted in confusion and pain. At last, his release came.

“Thank you, Sahra.”

Sahra said nothing. Tears streamed silently — she had given her purity to a man she barely knew, a man who already had a wife.

When she woke the next morning, the bed beside her was empty. Arya was gone.

“Sir…?” she whispered, bewildered.

Her body ached, yet she forced herself up — she had work to do. New as she was, barely a month at the company, she did not want to be absent, even though he was the boss.

She showered and dressed, leaving the apartment. She did not know the neighborhood well, but she had paid attention the night before. She hailed a taxi, and about twenty minutes later, she arrived at the office.

She went straight to the cleaners’ room and changed into her uniform, then headed to Arya’s office — only to find it empty. She frowned. Hadn’t he left while she slept?

Pushing the thought aside, she began cleaning. She did not want to face him — shame flooded her whenever she remembered the night before. “What have I done?” she asked herself.

It was the only way, she told herself — for her father’s surgery.

Then she remembered. She needed to send the money to her mother right away.

She hurried to find a coworker, asking permission to step out briefly for an urgent matter. She walked toward the entrance — just as Arya arrived.

“Sahra.”