Fahim did not let Behruz go back to Dubai alone. In fact, his childhood friend insisted they bring along two more of their tight brotherhood, Jamil and Khalid. The four of them played together as small boys and grew even closer as men. Behruz hated the idea of dragging them all into his troubles, but after Fahim told them about Amirah and her threats, they refused to be shut out. The guard escort had called his boss when they all showed for the plane ride back. After an extensive and very invasive search of their persons, they were allowed to accompany Behruz on the trip.
Behruz wiped the sweat of his palms onto his pants legs as they rode the glass elevator to the top of Amirah’s building. Jamil, the most tech savvy of their group, did a security search on the shrewd business woman. Amirah’s past appeared dark and painful, having been kidnapped at a young age by a ruthless band of her father’s enemies. One could only imagine the things she’d endured at their hands, but the once innocent girl that returned after her father paid the large ransom was never the same.
The guard Behruz remembered from his last visit escorted them to the same office he met Amirah for the first time. Fahim and Jamil sat in the two chairs across from her desk while he and Khalid paced the black tile of the large space. The familiar clack of high heels made them all turn their heads in the direction of a secret door. Out walked the wicked beauty dressed in a dark brown form-fitting skirt and a silk burgundy blouse that matched her lip color. She took a pull from the dark cigarette between her wine tipped fingers and slinked towards them. He heard the gasp from Khalid beside him. There was no doubt, the woman commanded all attention when she entered a room.
“I see you’ve brought friends, Behruz.” She sat in the large, leather chair behind her desk. “Handsome friends, I might add.” She gave them all a once over with her dark whiskey gaze. “Why?” she asked, reclining back to cross her legs.
Fahim spoke first. “We are here to advocate for Behruz’s character. He is not the cruel man you paint him to be. Your accusations are mistaken and your punishment is unwarranted. He is innocent.”
“Innocent?” She laughed and stabbed the lit end of her cigarette into the hand ashtray on her desk.”No man is innocent and you have wasted your time coming here to prove otherwise.”
“Take me instead,” Khalid demanded.
Amirah spun her chair towards Behruz’s usually quiet friend. “What do you have to offer me?”
“The pleasure you seek. The slave you desire. I am willing to give myself in his stead, so long as you let him return to his wife unharmed and untouched.”
“No.” She gave the simple answer without much thought, returning her chair to it’s original position.
“You can have me as well.” Fahim added.
Slender brows raised high, Amirah considered Fahim’s offer longer than Khalid’s. “And what of you?” she asked Jamil. “Are you here to trade your services as well?”
“If that is what you wish, then yes,” he replied without any inflection in his voice either way. Behruz felt the guilt twist in his gut. Jamil was only here out of loyalty. That much was evident.
“I can’t let you all do this. It is me she wants—”
Amirah held up her hand to silence Behruz from saying anything further. “I am willing to consider an arrangement.” Behruz glanced at Khalid, an all new hunger in his eyes. He wanted the woman at first glance, but he feared for his friend. Feared that his heart would not survive in the end. “I will give you all a chance to convince me to change my mind and take you three as my slaves instead.” She rose from her chair. “Now.”
Khalid stepped forward and two guards appeared from their hiding places, ready to take his best friend out. Amirah chased them away with a flick of her hand. “You are eager, aren’t you?” Khalid continued to stalk towards the woman without a word, backing her against the charcoal painted wall behind her desk. He caged her in with an arm on either side of her head.
“I’m just confident you won’t need my friends.” He leaned down to kiss her but she turned her face.
“Don’t be so sure of yourself.” She pushed Khalid back, seemingly uncomfortable with the intimacy he offered. “My guard will show you to my quarters.” Amirah left abruptly.
“What are you trying to do?” Fahim asked Khalid. “Piss her off and we’re done.” The quiet friend shrugged his shoulders. “Keep your mouth shut unless you’re doing something with it other than talking.”
The guard from outside entered and motioned for them to follow. Behruz attempted to stay behind but learned that wasn’t an option. They walked down a long hallway, shown into a room with colorful silks draped along the dark walls. A huge bed rested against the far side with smooth sheets the color of a night sky. Amirah lay on top dressed in a burgundy lace bra and a garter belt holding up stockings of the same color. No panties. Behruz swallowed. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to watch the degradation of his friends for something he didn’t do.
“What do you want from us?” Fahim asked first, voice strained from the sight of a beautiful woman, half-naked in front of him.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Behruz will not be a part of this.”
“He is free to participate if he wishes,” she replied with a smile.
“He won’t”
“Very well.” She brushed Fahim off with wave. “I’m done talking.”
Behruz turned to face the wall, unable to watch his friends undress, knowing what they were agreeing to. But several minutes later, the sounds of a woman being pleasured forced him to look. Prepared to see all three men having their way with Amirah at once, Behruz was surprised to find Khalid as the only one making love to her beneath cover of the midnight silk sheets. Lips locked in a sensual kiss, his hips pumped into her feverishly. Both Fahim and Jamil started to put their clothes back on, shaking their heads. The three of them chose to leave and waited in the office for either of the two to return, but they didn’t. Only the guard appeared to inform them that they were free to go home with a promise to never come back to Dubai.
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