…Tasnim POV…
The minute I step into his room, I immediately go to the bathroom to put on as many clothes as I feel comfortable with. As I come outside, I see as he watches me.
"Do you always go to bed with all that shit?"
"Why? What is wrong with that?"
"No wife of mine will look like that."
"I am not your fucking wife. And I will wear what I want."
"Yeah, we will see about that."
With that, he shows for me to come and lay next to him. I make sure there is a full arm's length between our bodies...but...
Fuck, he pulls me closer to him.
"Stop fighting me, Tasnim."
"I don't want..."
And then I remember what this means for daddy and that this is just business...but still...
"I am not such a bad man, Tasnim; you just need to get to know me."
Ya right.
