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Ilyas took the steel-and-glass bridge that connected the hotel to the commercial complex across the street, and he was just past the halfway point when he heard a faint mewl coming from an overturned box.
What the hell?
He nudged the box aside, and he cursed under his breath when he saw the kitten underneath.
Walk away, Ilyas.
Just walk the fuck away.
But when the kitten let out another miserable little cry, Ilyas found himself bending down...only to get himself scratched.
Fuck!
The kitten was obviously traumatized, but Ilyas was patient, and his soft, coaxing voice eventually won the little thing over, and Ilyas was able to gently scoop its body off the cold, hard tiles.
Beware a kitten that cries, for life as you know it will never be the same once its claws find their way to your heart.
Those were Johanna's exact words when she had supposedly read his palm, but Ilyas refused to believe that her augury had anything to do with this scraggly little thing.
The kitten rubbed its tiny head against his palm as Ilyas resumed walking, and it was fast asleep by the time he reached his workplace.
Unlike his brothers, who hadn't any problem working from their respective hotel suites, Ilyas didn't like mixing business with his personal life in any way. A compartmentalized routine was the key to an organized life, and rather than turning the spare room in his hotel suite into a temporary office, Ilyas had leased instead an entire floor of commercial space in the building next door.
Upon unlocking the door, Ilyas frowned at seeing all the lights in his office open.
"Oh, it's you."
Ember.
He had forgotten all about his troublesome little chick. Whenever they had to travel for work, Ember would nag and nag and nag until he finally permitted her to sleep in their office, which then allowed her to pocket the same amount of money Ilyas would've spent if she had been staying at a hotel.
"Oh my God, is that a kitten?"
Ember came running to him, and Ilyas found himself blinking. The secretary he was used to seeing always had her hair pinned up, a pair of dorky glasses perched over her nose, and her body hidden under some oversized blazer and a baggy pair of pants.
Thisgirl, however...
"Poor, poor kitty."
As Ember took the kitten off his hands, Ilyas caught a glimpse of her tits jiggling behind the thin fabric of her night shirt.
And those tits...were very, very big...just the way he liked it.
"Was it abandoned? Or did someone force you to take it? You've never been into animals. Or at least not that I ever noticed."
Ilyas had a feeling he was supposed to say something, but he just couldn't take his gaze off Ember's tits. They really were amazingly huge, andfuck, fuck, fuck—-why the hell was he suddenly sporting the most massive boner under his pants?
Ember seemed to sense the change in his mood and glanced up at him uncertainly. "Sheikh?"
Ilyas abruptly turned his back before his secretary could catch a glimpse of his hard-on.
"Sheikh? Are you—-"
"I'm drunk."
A few seconds passed, and then he heard her say, "Oh, so that's why..."
Ilyas stiffened. Had he failed to hide his boner, after all?
