Tempted by Temptations

Epi Ten

KHADIJA POV

As we made our way back to our villa, Ahmed suggested a quick stop at the mini grocery store in the Highlands to grab some ingredients for dinner.

"I'll let you decide what to buy now My Lady!" He said while pushing the grocery cart forward.

"I must admit, Ahmed, cooking is not one of my strong suits," I declared confidently, chuckling as I scratched the back of my head.

"Okay, that's fine! Just help me prepare later," he chuckles. Ahmed stops pushing the cart and looks at me directly in the eye. "Do you want to try Arabic food?"

"I'm pleased to try," I said, grasping his arm. As I did so, I noticed his expression shift from shock to a gentle smile.

Upon observation, it's evident that he's incorporated a myriad of spices and seasonings in his recipe, which suggests that he's possibly cooking more than one dish.

"Are you planning to cook a lot of dishes?" I asked jokingly.

"It would be more beneficial for you to eat more," he suggested kindly with a smile. "You have a petite frame." He held me close, and I snuggled into his arms feeling comfortable.

Oh really? Coz I feel so fat.

Although we appeared to be in a relationship, the truth is that we were not, nor did we have any plans to be.

As we took the final stride of the cart, we encountered the alluring red wines. He swiftly cast his gaze over them, taking in every detail. With their rich color and aroma, these wines are sure to add depth and flavor to any occasion.

"Would you prefer red or white wine, my lady?" he asked, confidently presenting the white wine on his right and the red wine on his left, holding them up for me to choose.

"Carlo Rossi is the perfect choice. It's a must-try!" I said, selecting one of his recommendations.

"I haven't taste it but I'll go with your guts my lady!" Oh god Ahmed.

As we were waiting in line to pay, I couldn't help but notice how expensive the bill was. It was shocking to see that we had spent 5000 pesos on just seasonings. It made me wonder what kind of life I was living when I'm with him.

I am confidently wearing the hat that Mr. Dedhari gave me, and Ahmed's thobes are adding to our standout look. People are definitely staring at us, but that's no surprise. Ahmed's bold sense of style is turning heads, and I feel quite stylish and self-assured in what I'm wearing right now.

Ahmed swiftly organized all the groceries into a box, and we instantly left the grocery store. We waited patiently outside for a private van that would take us on a special tour of the Highlands, catering exclusively to private visitors. However, after ten minutes of waiting, I noticed Ahmed's discomfort, with sweat on his forehead and neck, most likely due to the extended waiting period.

Gosh were is this van!

"Ahmed, are you okay?" I asked assertively, my concern apparent as I noticed him sweating and fanning himself with his hand.

"I'm perfectly fine, it's just that I can't help but worry about you," he said, his brows furrowed in concern towards me.

I can sense that he is feeling very uncomfortable with our current situation.

The moment I saw the white van pull up, I couldn't miss Mr. Dedhari's unmistakable face in front of it, emanating an unsettling and dark energy.

I don't know what's wrong with this man, but he's really giving me the creeps. Instead of wearing a traditional thobe, he's now wearing a plain black polo shirt with gold buttons. From outside the van, you can see the defined structure of his jawline. He's leaning his head against the headrest of the front seat, which makes his Adam's apple more visible. Well, never mind that.