"Good Morning, Sir. I've placed the documents that need a review on your desk. There is a meeting today scheduled for 1 PM with Erika G. regarding some new investment options, and Aryan Paul did an interview with Insider today," She said.

"Okay," He said

He walked into his office taking a seat opening the several folders one by one, signing the good ones, and correcting the ones that need further enhancements.

"All you do is sign papers," He remembered Anaya say, as an automatic smile made way to his face.

After finishing with the plans, he worked on some spreadsheets, he advised his assistant to make

an appointment with the board so he can escalate some of the proposals, and before he knew it he was completely distracted by work.

The clock ticked past 12:59 at it was already 1:00 PM. He immediately heard a knock on his door.

"Come in!" He said.

Erika walked in with a binder in her hand, her high heels clicking as she walked across the room.

"Take a seat, and begin," He advised, taking a seat on the couch.

"Here's is the proposal my team put together and to begin, I have been working on getting an investment from Aaron Hernandez, a little back info would be he is a retired board member of RSA Transportation and Infrastructure corporations. He has been looking into investment options, so I flew to Massachusetts to go meet with him. I provided him with a presentation my team and I set up, so he is willing to give it a shot. I just need your approval to schedule a meeting between me, you, and Aryan, and then of course we'll escalate this to the board too," She explained.

"Sounds good so far," He said, opening the binder to read through it.

Erika got up and took a seat next to him hovering dangerously closely. Of course, she took all the hints from the start and understood his rude remarks. But she was insanely attracted to Ali. No one did it like him, the power he held in and outside of his Mafia business, how good he was in bed with her, how handsome he was, his height. Ugh, did she have to go on?

"It looks good, no errors. Add more information to the market analysis area." He said, now feeling her arm on his shoulder.

He shrugged off the arm and stood up, handing her the binder.

"You can go," He said walking.

Until Erika stood in front of him, taking a hold of his tie.

"Ali? Don't you remember us, what we used to be? How much fun we had? I've been told I was going to marry you since I was 12. I am the best businesswoman in the whole company and maybe even in the whole damn state! How can you leave me and all we had for a fucking teacher!" She said, her words harsh and her eyes getting teary.

"Erika, pull yourself together," Ali warned.

"No! Please Ali, come back to me. Try to remember the passion we shared, you couldn't get enough of me, everytime I had a proposal you would take me right here on this couch. We had so much fun, she will never be as good as me, hell does she even know what she-" She began

"Erika, enough!" Ali yelled.

"I don't hate you, but don't give me a reason to start. You're a good businesswoman and I would like it if we continue to work as colleagues, but our relations ended that day you made the phone call. Never, Never mention what he had together back then to me, or anyone again. We're over, long over, I'm sorry," He finished.

"What are you sorry for?" She said

"I can't lie to you, I used you." He said

Erika nodded, disappointingly.

"I can't lie and say I didn't too," She replied.

"Thank you," She added, grabbing her folder and walking away. Accepting the long-awaited closure.

Anaya grabbed a towel wrapping it around her hair, and another around her body. She looked in the closet and the shopping bags from yesterday were still there. She bent down to them and took out one of the boxes, unwrapping it from the parchment. It was the beautiful peach-colored dress, she took it out and took her towel off to wear it, she tightened the strings from the back so now the dress fit like a glove and stopped just at her ankle. Before looking in the mirror she unwrapped her hair towel and dried her hair.

She looked at herself, and couldn't help but fall in love with the dress. It was so modest yet so elegant, she took out the pair of white tights as well and put them on, though you couldn't see them.

She put the parchment back in the box and put the box up, before leaving the bathroom. She looked at the dress, and her lipstick from yesterday's stuff was there. She picked it up and dabbed it onto her lips very lightly, she hadn't felt so pretty in days.

She wanted to show Amee, so she quickly went down the stairs, and went to her room. Amee was reading Quran on the bed until she looked up at Anaya.

"Mashallah, you look stunning my darling."

Anaya squealed as she gave Amee a twirl.

"I should show Martha!" Anaya said running outside

Martha was in the living room, squinting her eyes at her phone. Until Anaya coughed, and she looked up.

"Wow! You look gorgeous Anaya!" She said, getting up to look at her dress

"Thank you," she smiled.

"You know I have the perfect shoes for this," Martha said, leaving the living room to go to the backroom, and within a couple of seconds coming back with a shoebox.

"Here," She handed it to Anaya

Anaya opened the box and it was a pair of white medium-length box heels. Anaya smiled at them.

"They're so pretty," she said

"Oh and we were waiting for you to eat, so come." She said

"Jameela! Come eat," Martha said

They all sat at the table, and Anaya had a cup of coffee with some french toast topped with berries. She couldn't remember living a morning that was so joyous in quite a while. She found herself wishing Ali was here.

The day passed much slower than the past couple of days. Anaya had prayed, read Quran, ate, and then used her phone that she reunited with. A team of movers came by as well, to take all of the clothes from the closet to transfer over. Maids and workers were also all around the house for most of the day cleaning up and getting rid of personal belongings. Until she ran out of things to do and decided to bake a chocolate cake from scratch.

Ali was finally off of work, and as he got in his car. He got a call, from the Romano.

"Hey, boss. Just informing you, your house is ready to move in." He said.

"Awesome," Ali said.

"Boss, are you okay?" Romano asked.

"Yeah, why?" Ali said, taking the car out of the parking lot.

"You just said 'awesome', sir. And you haven't hung up on me in a while, and have been saying thanks, no disrespect intended, sir." Romano spoke.

"I'm just in a better mood, these days." Ali chuckled

"That's good, boss. Anything else?" He asked.

"Yeah. Can you send someone to decorate the master bedroom? With flowers," Ali said.

"Okay, on it," Romano said, disconnecting the call.

Ali looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his hair, making sure he didn't look odd. He quickly drove back home, anticipating taking Anaya to the new house for the first time. He opened the glove compartment and eyed the velvet red box. One he had purchased a while ago for Anaya, but he wanted to wait, for the perfect moment.

Soon enough, he rolled into the driveway, and he walked inside the house as the guard opened the door for him. He went into the kitchen because he could hear some clatter.

Anaya stood there, piping bag in her hand as she focused so intently on making sure the frosting was pretty on top of the cake. He watched her from the corner, to not distract her. He couldn't help but smile as she bit her bottom lip as she pulled the piping bag up and then away, turning the cake. She placed a couple more frosting flowers on the bottom, and then she smiled at it as she held it up.

Ali walked into the kitchen, looking at the cake.

"Hey! Look! I made this, from scratch." She showed it to him.

He came behind her as she placed the cake down on the counter, hugging her from behind. He peeked at the cake from her shoulder and placed a kiss on her ear.

"Looks delightful," He said.

"Do you want some?" She asked

"No. Save it and bring it with you. I have a surprise for you," he said.

"Oh okay," She smiled.

"One minute," She said, as he let her go from his grasp.

She took out a Tupperware for the cake and snapped it close. She rinsed her hands and then took off her apron.

"Wait," He said.

"Your dress," He smiled.

"Oh yeah!" She grinned, holding the middle of the dress and swaying to the right to show him.

"It's so pretty," She said.

"It's not the dress, it's you. Breathtaking," He said, making her blush.

"Come on, let's go," He said, taking the cake in his hand, and her hand in the other.

"Wait, let me get my shoes." She said, she went to the back, and put on the strapped heels Martha gave her, and then went back.

"Let's go," She held his extended hand.

They got into the car as he put the cake down at the back, and drove down the highway. They were silent for the most part, enjoying the night's view. But when he got closer to the house, he asked her to close her eyes.

Anaya abided by Ali and closed her eyes she could hear the closing of the back door, and then some footsteps.

"Keep them closed," She heard a distant voice.

"Okay," she muttered

Not even a minute later, she heard her door open, as he unbuckled her seatbelt, and lifted her bridal style. She squealed, squeezing her eyes shut as she held his neck tightly resting her head on the crook of his neck, the sweet smell of his cologne making her heartbeat accelerate.

She felt him sit her down on a cushioned chair, anxiety filling up her chest her eyes still shut tight.

"Open them," She heard him say.

Anaya opened them slowly, and then her eyes widened.

Ali kneeled on one knee a red velvet box in his hand, a stunning diamond ring inside. Anaya put her hand over her mouth.

"What are you doing?" She asked, teary-eyed. She noticed the room as well, with flowers all around the room looked ethereal.

"Anaya, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone before. You are the one I wanted to find, to tell that I needed you all my life. With you, my life is whole. And I want nothing more than to spend every second of my life by your side. So will you from this day on, be my wife?" He said, his eyes holding a different kind of love as if he wasn't holding a ring, but his whole heart.

A tear fell from Anaya's eye as she pulled him up by his arms, making him stand.

"I don't need a ring to let you know I'm yours for the rest of my life, I just need you. I would love nothing more than to be your wife, Ali Ahmed." She smiled.

Ali took out the ring, discarding the box. As he pulled her face closer to his, colliding their lips. He slipped the ring on her as he kissed her, his hands cupping her face. His hand gently went under her chin to slip off her Hijab, not breaking away even for a split second. He devoured her lips, as her innocent tongue met with his. Her hair fell to her shoulders as he, pulled her even closer by her waist.

His hand making way to the strings that held her dress tight, as he slowly untied them. Her figure becoming free from the embrace her dress held her in. She hands-on his chest, as she opened her eyes to look at him.

"May I?" He whispered

Anaya stood silent for a brief moment until she gave him a reassuring nod.

Ali was pushed off the edge, desire almost overpowering him to take her. But he didn't let his body control him, taking off his blazer he gently picked her back up walking to the bed, as he laid her down. He took off her shoes, placing a kiss on her ankle as placed them down to take off his.

He hovered over her reconnecting their lips into an enchanting kiss, enough to make Anaya's stomach knot and for her to lose her mind. His tongue explored her mouth, as she let him.

He lifted her dress and pulled down her tights lifting her leg to his hip, caressing her ankle. Anaya's breath hitched at his gentle touch, as she held his face lovingly. His deep kiss shifted from her lips to the side of her lips, to her cheek, to her jaw, and then to her neck. As he tenderly sucked on the soft skin of her neck. Anaya whimpered from the feeling as he began to slip the dress off her shoulders, as his kiss went to her collarbone.

He held her waist, hoisting her up very little to pull the dress up to her chest.

"Wait," Anaya whispered

"Yes, baby?" He asked, halting.

"I-m, i-m not wearing. I'm not wearing a.... bra," she whispered the last part almost silently. It wasn't her fault, she didn't have garments and she felt too embarrassed to go buy them.

Ali smiled, bringing his mouth to hers.

"Good. One less thing I'll have to take off," He whispered, lowly.

Anaya felt her heart pace, as blood rushed through her veins making her cheeks red. He gave her another short kiss before he resumed. He pulled the dress up completely and discarded it. Anaya covered her chest with her hands, as Ali held her wrists reassuring her.

"You're breathtaking, darling." He said

His lips lowering to her upper chest before making way down to her breast, cupping and massaging one while he kissed the other before lightly sucking it. Anaya couldn't help but let out a loud whimper, followed by the arching of her back, and a sweet quiet moan.

Her hands held his hair, grasping it lightly out of pleasure. His lips moved to her left breast, as he drove her crazy, her hands shaking as she desperately clenched his shirt instead.

Ali was satisfied with her reactions, knowing she was enjoying it. He couldn't help but smile that these small acts were pleasing her so extensively. He moved down to kiss her stomach, his finger playing with the rim of her underwear, as he began to pull it off. Anaya getting anxious as she sat up, a little bit holding his arm.

"Don't worry," He said, throwing the last garment on the ground.

He began to undo his buttons, taking off his black dress shirt, revealing his captivating body. He undid his belt and slipped off his pants. Before, moving down, kissing her thigh. She could feel his warm tongue on her skin, as she gripped the bedsheet. As his mouth moved more upward she began to tremble, she could feel her moisture down there.

He hovered over her again, smiling at her as he pulled her into a kiss, yet again. This time, Anaya felt his fingers swipe her folds, as she gasped putting her knees together. Ali opened them back, backing away from her lips.

"Tell me how it feels," He said

He entered his middle finger in her, and slowly pushed in and out. Anaya couldn't find words to say, so she just closed her eyes her head tilting back.

He pushed his finger in and out, pacing up slowly, and then with his thumb, he began to rub her clit. As she let out a sequel. He fasted his fingers, and Anaya began to moan. Her back arching, wanting more. She was losing herself, she had never felt anything like this before.

"Ali," She moaned

"Yes, my love?" He asked, inserting his ring finger in. Her moaning only getting louder.

"I- Ali!" She said, much louder

"Yes?"

"It's overwhelming! It feels odd, it's overwhelming me!" She cried out of pleasure

"That's how it's supposed to feel, darling. Let yourself go," He said

She was coming to a high, and as she reached climax she tried to pull her hips back. But Ali held in her place, stroking harder.

Her toes curled, as she moaned loudly.

"That's it, Ali!" She cried, her hands shaking.

He pulled her into a kiss again before backing away giving her a second to breathe, and calm herself.

"Did you like that?" He asked

"I-I... I think so," She said, shyly.

Ali chuckled, giving her a minute.

"Are you ready?" He asked

She nodded, very slowly.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," He said

She nodded.

He took off his last garment putting on a condom, lining himself with her. As he slowly pushed it in, once the tip was in. He looked at Anaya whose lips were trembling.

"Hey, hey. Baby, that's it. I'll wait for you." He reassured her.

"Is it going to hurt more?" She asked her voice shaking.

"A little bit more, yes." He said.

"Okay, go." She said, shakily.

He held her hand, and pushed himself in, Anaya yelped as his back arched high.

"Anaya, bare with me. Okay?" He said, pushing just a little more until he was fully in.

"That's it, that's it. Ohh... that's it, baby. Tell me when it's okay to move," He groaned, her tightness making waiting very hard for him.

After a minute or two, she nodded at him. He held her hips, and he began to thrust in and out. Until, he lifted her legs to his shoulder, going fast.

Anaya moaned, very loudly. The pleasure immense, and the feeling immaculate. She felt like she was floating. They both began to come to a high, as her nails dug into his back her chest heaving up and down and his groans loud and rough as he sped up until eventually both of them let out a loud moan, and he let go of her legs. His head coming down to rest on her chest as she breathed heavily.

He pulled out, and discarded the condom, and put his undergarment on. He took his shirt from the floor and put it on Anaya buttoning just the middle. Pulling the duvet over then, he pulled Anaya to his chest. Her eyes droopy, and he body weak.

"I love you, baby," Ali said

"I love you too," She muttered.

As they fell asleep in each other's arms.