"Mansur, I'm not going anywhere with you." Salma yelled, following Mansur into the living room. He blatantly ignored her, reaching for his headphones on the couch. He was still shirtless. Salma tried to keep her focus on him. But her mind was drawn by a different thing. As a matter of fact, her mind was being drawn by eight other different things, each of which was chiseled into her husband's midriff.
"Mansur!" she yelled, crossing her arms over her chest in front of him as she snapped out of it. He chuckled as he ignored her, turning up the volume on his phone. As he scrolled through his playlist, he took the opportunity to look up at her through his eyelashes. She looked so beautiful. Even though she wasn't wearing anything fancy, and she wasn't even wearing any makeup, she still manage
