POV: Ameera

“Who could that be, are you expecting someone?” I asked him. But he did not respond to my question. He is acting strange as if he is expecting people, or maybe the smile on his face is just excitement because he never wanted to screw me and now we were stopped before he could get down to it.

“Get dressed, beautiful. Let’s go and welcome our visitors,” he let out excitedly, handing me a towel to wrap around my chest. I was hoping he would just go and check who was at the door and maybe send them away so we could continue with our business. But he...