I couldn’t stop wondering about why she would do that. As soon as she saw me, the Inaya started running toward the exit and I went after her. If immigration caught her wandering the streets, I was screwed and so was she, and in the clothes she wore, it probably wouldn’t take long.

She was fast, even though she looked back to see if I was getting closer. I had sprint to try to catch her. I was gaining on her when that awful pain, I knew so well, spread over the left part of my chest and sapped my strength and stole my breath. I thought I’d suffocate. My shoulder and left arm tingled and I couldn’t feel my legs, and that made me fall to my knees. I was taken certain I wouldn’t survive at that moment, and the terror of what waited for me on the other side seized me and intensified my despair. Absurdly, I wished I had done things differently. I felt like I hadn’t done everything I needed to and still had a lot of unfinished business.

I was struggling to suck air into my lungs and fighting for my life when Inaya looked back to see if I was close again and then suddenly stopped. She watched me for a moment, and much to my disbelief, she turned and approached me.

“Hey, man, what happened to you?” She asked in English with a strong Arabic accent and stared at me with wide-open eyes.

I couldn’t answer, I couldn’t even breathe.

To my surprise, she knelt beside me and undid the buttons of my shirt, helping me to catch my breath.

I sank to sit on the floor and controlled my breathing, inhaling and exhaling slowly. I calmed down and my heartbeat slowed to a normal pace.

“Do you want me to call an ambulance?” Inaya asked and I nodded negatively.

She kept watching me closely. She appeared both alarmed and worried. It gave me the opportunity to notice again how beautiful she was. Her face must have been sculpted by angels, with lips that begged to be kissed, but there was something more. She was beautiful, but beyond that, she had a mesmerizing magnetism, a purity and wildness that would spellbind any man. I understood why Jeffrey was so obsessed with her. Despite the fact that I could only see her face, she was irresistible.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked after a long moment of silence.

I was feeling much better, but very tired. I knew this was all due to the effort of the chase.

“So, you speak English.” I said and her eyes went wide-in panic, as she suddenly realized she had revealed her secret.

“Well… that’s…” She looked to the exit and I could tell she was preparing to run again. Before she could move I grabbed her wrist firmly.

“Don’t make me chase you again, I might not survive.”

She seemed distressed and opened her eyes wide again.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I thought you had to call me master.” I don’t know why I said that, but it pissed her off, I could tell by the way she frowned.

“Please, let me go,” she said.

At that moment, a group of people left the elevator, speaking loudly and excitedly. Before they could see us, I got up and as fast as I could in this situation, I held Inaya from the back, pulling her against my body, and covered her mouth with my other hand to prevent her from screaming and calling attention to us.

I hurriedly hid us between two cars, because being seen with a Muslim woman would cause problems not just with immigration, but with the population of a country who knew we didn’t have good relationships with ISIS.

We stood still and hidden while people crossed the park, unaware of our presence, and headed to a car near the exit. Inaya’s body was touching mine and her feminine, delicious smell intoxicated me. The heat emanating from her body beneath her clothes was disturbing, making me extremely hard. My body uncontrollably reacted to hers and my dick was so hard it hurt inside my trousers, as if I hadn’t spent an entire night having sex.

When the group got into the car, they left. We were secure, but I still couldn’t let her go. Every cell of my body refused to let go of her feminine and voluptuous body.

Inaya struggled and bit my hand so hard I almost screamed in pain, automatically letting go of her mouth.

“Ouch! Why did you do that?” I asked.

“They are gone. You don’t have to shut my mouth anymore. You didn’t need to do it while they were still. I know the trouble I can get with immigration and I wouldn’t draw attention to myself.

She started to move to escape my grasp, her delicious body rubbing against mine and her butt pressing my erection. That almost made me force her to do it right there, but I suppressed the impulse.

“If you know about the immigration issues, why are you trying to escape? By the way, when did you enter my car?”

“If you let go of me I’ll explain it.”

Against my better judgement, I let go of her and, when she turned to face me, I could see her dilated pupils. Her mouth opened and she took a few short, quick breaths., I could tell she was getting turned on as well. That at least confirmed she liked men and she wasn’t indifferent to me as she had been to Jeffrey.

“I’m waiting, how do you explain it?” I demanded firmly.

She stared at me in silence for a moment, her brown eyes wide-open. She looked unsure, like she was choosing her words before answering.

“I got in the car during the night, when you were with the other women and hid in the back seat.”

“Why? Aren’t the servants treating you well in that house?

“No, it’s not like that. I…”

She was hesitating again and I heard voices in the park again. This time, they came from the exit door. Before they got close enough to see us, I took Inaya by the arm and pulled her to the elevator.

“We need to get away before anyone sees us.”

She was reluctant to follow me, but she soon relented, realizing it would be more dangerous to stay there by herself to be found by or reported to immigration than to go with me.

While we took the elevator up, I thought about how hard would be to be alone with her in my apartment. I needed to suppress all the lustful thoughts I about the girl my brother desired. If I touched her I’d be hurting him and I couldn’t do that to my him.

I could see how overpowered Inaya was when we entered my apartment. She examined everything with amazement. Such luxury was new for her; the furniture, the electronics, the sheer size of the living room and the view from the veranda. It was obvious she had never seen a penthouse apartment before. It was understandable for a Moroccan girl, but not. I thought, for a Moroccan girl who spoke English fluently.

The girl smelled like trouble. I should put her in the car and take her to the country house right now, but I was too tired to drive again.

“You’ve never been in an apartment before?” I asked.

“Not in one like this. In my country, we have different habitations.”

“So, you’ve never left your country before? How did you learn English?”

“On the internet?”

“You have internet in your rooms in the king’s harem?” I was surprised.

My question upset her. More than that, it angered her.

“I had it in the place I frequented,” she responded harshly. “Look, if you won’t let me go, can you at least take me back to captivity?”

“Captivity?!” I felt like laughing. “The place you lived before wasn’t worse? As far as I know, you had to have sex with anyone the king ordered you to accommodate. At least here, my brother is the only one who tried, and he didn’t force you.

Her face became red and her eyes flashed in hatred.

“It wasn’t just your brother. You wanted me too. I heard you by my door last night, and I understood your words.”

“I would have been within my rights. After all, don’t you belong to me?” I said cruelly, and immediately regretted it. “Never mind. Let’s forget that, pretend it never happened.”

“Why? Would it hurt your brother if I tell him you crossed the line and tried to take me?”

What an annoying girl! The only divine thing about her was her face, but deep down she was a bitch. I think that minister presented me with the harem to get rid of her, the others came just to cover his intentions.

I should have put her in a cab this instant and sent her back to the country estate, but I couldn’t trust a taxi driver. She was smarter than she looked and obviously determined to escape. She could fool him very easily. I’d have to take her myself. I wanted to, but I was too tired and maybe too curious about her.

“I was drunk last night, and I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m no pervert and wouldn’t want to be with a woman without her consent. You’d just have to say no and you wouldn’t need to fake fainting to get rid of me. That will never happen again.”

“I know you’re not a pervert. You’re so pure that you bought a harem to have six submissive, obedient girls, willing to do everything to you.”

“Buying? Who said I bought it? You were a gift from the King’s Prime Minister. I’d never buy people, especially not women.”

Her beautiful eyes widened in panic and surprise. I could understand her surprise to find she wasn’t bought, but presented, but why the panic?

“Are you serious?”

“Of course, I am. I’m not the pervert you seem to think I am. I just accepted the gift because I didn’t want to lose the minister as a client. If you want, I can complain to him and tell him you wanted to stay in Morocco. I’m sure he would exchange you for another or send someone for you, I don’t know which.

“Please, don’t do that!” Inaya was shaking and suddenly frightened. She looked so fragile that I felt like hugging her and telling her it was ok, that she was safe, although I didn’t know from what. At the same time, my curiosity to know why she was so different from the others only grew.

“Give me a reason not to.” I was testing her. If complaining to the minister was so terrible, I’d never do it.

“I like the cold here.”

Her lie was so evident I laughed.

I moved closer and smelled her sweet scent that enticed me even more.

“I want the truth, Inaya. Why do you speak English and yet hid it? Why are you so different from the others? Those women do everything in bed and you’ve refused my brother for over a week. Tell me why!” I demanded.

She looked down, stricken and terrified. Once again, she looked so fragile that I wanted to comfort her, the way she had comforted me in the car park. I wanted her for myself, in my bed, at least once.

What the hell! This isn’t going to work. My brother wanted her too and had made that very clear since the beginning. I couldn’t do that to him.

“It’s hard to say,” she whispered so that I could barely hear her.

For a fleeting moment, I thought about putting her in a cab and sending her away again, even if I had to hire a bodyguard to make sure she got to the country house. Instead, I went to the door and locked it, and put the key in my pocket.

“I’ll get something for my headache from my room and we’ll have breakfast. If you hid in my car last night, you must be hungry. If you want to take off the veil, knock yourself out. The apartment is all locked up.”

I went to my room and changed clothes for clean ones – jeans and a shirt. I swallowed a pill for my hangover, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and returned to the living room.

I stopped by the entrance, transfixed by the vision of Inaya without her hijab and tunic. She was close to the veranda, wearing a blue, sleek, one-shoulder tight, and long dress. It showed her luxurious curves, fine waist and her big breasts and deliciously rounded hips. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, giving her an inherent wildness. She was really beautiful, fully capable of making any man lose his mind. If my brother hadn’t see her first, I’d have done anything to have her in my bed.

Although her job was to serve various men as the other women in the harem did, I couldn’t share her with another, especially Jeffrey. I couldn’t see her like a whore. I was certain my brother felt the same way.

“The eunuch said you’re a great cook. Do you want to make breakfast?” I asked irreverently, getting closer without letting her know how much she affected me.

“Do it yourself, man. I’m not your housekeeper,” she replied harshly, looking at me with angry eyes, though I didn’t understand why.

“Are you always so sweet?”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

“I’m really starting to think my client presented the harem to me to get rid of you.”

I really thought about those girls as sex slaves, bastard daughters who were abandoned and didn’t have any other opportunities. I concluded all that rage could be due to that. Maybe her former owners raped her, and the aggressive behavior was result of that. I needed to be patient. It was complicated.

“Perhaps I don’t know, but I want to know it all. Come with me, I’ll make breakfast.”

I gestured for her to follow me and went to the kitchen. She hesitated, but followed me. She looked arrogant, but marveled at the rest of the apartment, admiring every detail.

In the kitchen, I motioned for her to sit at the small table close to the door and went to the island. I had lived in the apartment for ten years and didn’t know where to turn on the stove or to find any pots. Lorry, my home secretary, always took care of everything. I opened the fridge and looked for something I could microwave. I found some eggs and cheese and decided to prepare an omelet.

I never thought I’d be in this situation: home during work hour, and cooking for a Moroccan girl trained to please men, but who seemed only to be aggressive with them. The most unbelievable part was to skip work to be with a girl, something that never had happened before, even with my lovers. I always made it clear that business came first. Some of them tried to compete with my work and frequent need to change my schedule, but all of them failed.

I thought I was doing a great job with the omelet, but Inaya interrupted me and wedged between me and the frying pan, rubbing against me and making my dick hard again.

“Let me do this. You’ll set everything in fire,” she said.

I sat down at the table, because I’d lose control if I stayed close to her.

“I was doing great,” I said a little defensively.

“No, you weren’t. Rich people can’t cook.”

“You’re mistaken, baby. I haven’t always been rich.”

“Don’t call me baby.”

“Want it or not, you belong to me. I can call you whatever I want.” She reacted predictably, giving me that killing look, but I liked provoking the beast in her.

Inaya finished the omelet, prepared some coffee and served us. She sat across the table in front of me.

“Now, tell me.” I said seriously, eating a forkful of the omelet.

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything, especially why you refuse to give your pussy to my brother.”

She blushed and I doubted this girl was as well trained as the others.

Inaya hesitated before speaking. “I’m pregnant.”

I almost choked on the hot coffee before fully grasping her words. I coughed hard.

“What? With whom?”

“One of the king’s ministers. He always chose me when he came to the harem, treated me well and made love to me instead of just having sex. I got pregnant and he put me with the girls to be sold.” She paused, and saw I was shocked by the revelation. “I feel pain when I have sex due to the pregnancy, and I get nauseated. That’s why I didn’t go to bed with your brother and didn’t open the door for you last night.”

I was confused. How could a man be such a jerk and send the woman who carried his baby to other men? I knew humans can be base and vile, but it still surprised me.