The stylist gracefully placed a silk fur wrap around Anissa's slender shoulders and handed her a small silver clutch purse, completing the outfit.
Shehryaar flanked his elbow in her direction. Anissa inhaled deeply and took his elbow and they left for the elevator.
"Stay by my side at all times. You are to stay with me unless I order Zameer to take you away. Is that understood?" He deadpanned. They entered the elevator.
"Yes," she mumbled in a hoarse voice.
"And don't you dare do anything to embarrass me. Behave yourself tonight, obey and do what I say or trust me, you will not like the consequences." He threatened.
Anissa rolled her eyes. And he's back. I was right all along.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Shehryaar said as he turned to face her. Anissa stiffened upon realisin
