Chapter 17

"Gold, huh?" Miran said, leaning against the door. She wore a gold dress that hugged her body. The sleeve was long, and the low V-neck showed her cleavage. Her hair was packed in a soft bun.

"Hey?" She says to him.

"يبدو أن الملابس صنعت من أجلك " (It seems the clothes were made for you) he said, coming closer to her.

"What was that?" She smiled.

"Ooou, it has a zip?" He played with it while his face came up to her hair. She smelled like a rose.

"Stop, you're going to mess up my hair,” She chuckled as he brought his lips to her hair. She moved her head away.

"I like that I can easily take this off." He noted as he kissed her neck.

"Mm-hmm, this isn't for you to take off," She laughed.

"We will see about that.” He smirked.

"Don't you think you are leaving too frequently?" She says, turning to look at him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I'm having a problem with work."

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Well, contract violat