"Yeah, you can stop right here. How much will that be?" I hear Nayel's voice in the background as I drifted in and out of sleep.
"Baby" Nayel says softly shaking me a little, "We're here," Nayel says.
I open my eyes staring at Nayel's face in the dark cab, "Hey, we're at my apartment" Nayel says, gently caressing my face.
"Okay," I stretch and get out of the car.
Nayel pays the cab driver as he takes out the luggage from the trunk.
I rub my eyes, "Why am I so tired?" I whine grabbing the suitcase and walking towards the entrance.
Nayel chuckles following behind me with the other bag, "It was a long week baby"
I lean against Nayel and rest my head on his shoulder in the elevator. I close my eyes and found myself falling asleep yet again.
"Ria" Nayel wakes me up and grabs my hand pulling me out of the elevator.
We set down our luggage and I slip off my coat feeling hot in his heated apartment, "How are you not tired?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.
Nayel shrugs, grinning as he swoops me up in his arms making me gasp, "Let's get sleeping beauty to her bed" Nayel says making me giggle as I bury my face in his neck.
"Don't you mean into your bed?" I joke earning a chuckle from Nayel as he walks us up the stairs and gently lays me down on his bed.
He slips off my shoes and moves to unbutton my jeans slipping them off my legs, leaving me in his shirt that I was wearing and my underwear. Nayel pulls the covers over my body and kisses me on top of my head.
"I don't deserve you" I pout kissing his hand.
Nayel smiled playing with my hair, "I had so much fun this week" I mumbled groggily.
"Me too baby," Nayel smiles.
"Do you think your family approved of me?" I ask struggling to keep my eyes open.
"I think they love you as much as I do." Nayel smiles.
"And how much is that?" I tease him.
"A lot" Nayel grins, leaning down to press our lips together making me smile.
"Get some sleep. I'm a little hungry so I'll whip myself up dinner and join you in a bit okay?" Nayel says but I was already falling asleep.
"Okay" I whisper before I closed my eyes and everything went black again.
.....
"Have you seen my green and white silk scarf?" I asked walking into the bathroom.
Nayel pulls the shower curtain, water dripping down his face, "I don't think so. Did you leave it here before we left for Toronto?"
I purse my lips trying to recall, "I remember wearing it the week before but it's not at my place because I checked when I was packing before the flight" I pout.
"I might've kept it in the closet or something?" Nayel shrugs.
"Okay," I say walking out of the bathroom.
I go back into Nayel's room and open his closet. I run my hands through the countless suits and ties he owned. I couldn't find anything even resembling green or white. Jeez, I need to tell this man that colors other than gray, blue, and black exist. I smile to myself shaking my head looking at how perfectly everything was organized in his closet, I swear he can be so neurotic sometimes.
I give up on his closet and open the single cupboard next to his wardrobe. I only saw a few old clothes and sweatpants in the front so I moved closer and tried to dig deeper to see what was at the back. Suddenly, my hand hit something cold. I furrow my eyebrows as I pick it up and see that they were a pair of heavy steel handcuffs. Umm, what?
Curiosity got the best of me, I pulled the clothes aside wanting to see what else was there and I ended up seeing things I'd never seen before in real life. There were a few pairs of handcuffs, one black, one with cuffs, and one with fur. There were black and silver spikey chockers. I lick my lips as I pick up what looked like a whip. I could see some rubber paddles and a bottle of lube at the very back. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I looked at all the various BDSM tools Nayel had hidden. Was Nayel into all of this stuff? He never mentioned it to me. He's never tried anything with me? Is he even satisfied by our sex life if this is what he's actually into?
I gulp as I pick up a silk black blindfold. Suddenly, visions of Nayel using these items, toys, whatever on other women flashed my mind and I felt myself growing insecure. I know Nayel loves me but why did he never tell me about this part of himself?
I bite my lower lip as a vision of Nayel using these toys on me flashed through my mind. He handcuffed me to the bed and did whatever he wanted to me. I felt a warmth in my stomach at the thought but I push it away. I don't think I would ever be into BDSM, could I? It's something I've never thought of, something I never even imagined myself doing. The only real experience I have of this is reading the 50 shades of the grey book which I must admit did give me tingles but I never fantasized about myself in that situation.
"Hey did you find it?" I hear Nayel yell from the bathroom.
I quickly put all the things back and fix the clothes to make it look like no one had opened the closet, "No" I say as I hear the shower turning off, "I'm heading out though!" I say grabbing my bag.
Nayel walks out of the bathroom only in a towel loosely wrapped around his torso, staring at me in confusion, "What? Where are you going all the sudden?"
I gulp, "I forgot I made plans with the girls for lunch. I made them before Toronto so I'm just going to quickly take my stuff to my place and head there" I force a smile.
"Alright," Nayel says but he seemed unconvinced by my excuse because I'm pretty sure I was acting very erratically.
"Bye!" I exclaim basically running down the stairs before he can say another word.