I froze.
The moment the door creaked open, my heart practically stopped, and my hand, which had been sliding lower under my panties, stilled instantly. I didn’t need to look to know who it was. The heavy, possessive air that always followed him into a room told me it was Faruk before my eyes even met his.
I snapped my gaze toward the door, and there he was, standing there with that insufferable, cocky smirk plastered on his face. His eyes, those stormy eyes, were locked on me. God, why did he have to be so... intense?
Time seemed to stretch between us, thick with tension, as if the very air I was breathing had turned to molasses. My body felt like it was on fire, heat rising to my cheeks, to my chest, everywhere. He had caught me in the most vulnerable, humiliating moment, and I hated h
