First quarter of the chapter is slightly mature, like really slightly, if you aren't comfortable with it, you can read after that. And my perverted readers, haha go ahead. Next chapter? Smut! Smut! Smut! Lmao!!
Happy reading! I need lots of comments. Ok? Okay.
Also I'm getting obsessed with hassan and anaaya and even thinking about making them part ways at some point is making me feel all weird. Something i haven't felt since eira/virat and eira/faris ok byeee!
Chapter 11. Kiss me where i lay down, my hands pressed to your cheeks.
ANAAYA X HASSAN
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"What are you typing?" Hassan questioned as she typed furiously on her laptop, clearly annoyed.
Anaaya made a face.
"The chief editor rejected my article saying it's too unrealistic so I have to re do it." She told him, he nodded..not saying anything about the matter.
He got ready, wearing his black suit and spraying his usual cologne. He glanced at Anaaya who was still in her pajamas.
"I have a meeting right now so I'll be home by, say 7?" Hassan spoke, drawing her attention, she closed the head of the laptop and stood up, walking up to him.
