[LATER THAT NIGHT]

  Xanqer and Meesha lay on the bed, face-to-face, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. Xanqer's cheek rested on his folded arm, which was propped up on the pillow, while Meesha's cheek was gently pressed against the pillow. They simply stared at each other, the only sound the soft rustling of the sheets.

  Xanqer's hand slowly reached out, his fingers gently stroking Meesha's hair behind her ear. His eyes never left hers, filled with admiration and desire. He scooted closer, their faces inches apart, the warmth of their breath mingling.

  Meesha's pulse quickened slightly as she gazed up at Xanqer, her heart racing with anticipation. Xanqer's voice was husky with desire as he asked, "Do you want to have sex tonight?"

  Meesha's cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she heard Xanqer's question. She quickly turned her head away, attempting to hide her face as it burned with embarrassment. "Xanqer, stop asking dirty questions," she muttered, covering her face with her hands.

  Xanqer's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but only for a moment. He swiftly wrapped his arms around Meesha, pulling her close to him. "How was it dirty?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I was just asking for your consent first."

  Meesha's face remained flushed, and she tried to hide it from Xanqer. "Can't you ask in a more appropriate way?" she whispered, feeling shy.

  Xanqer's eyes sparkled with amusement. "What more appropriate way? Tell me," he teased.

  Meesha shook her head, her voice barely audible. "I don't know. You think for yourself."

  Xanqer's gaze roamed over Meesha's face, taking in her adorable expression. He couldn't help but chuckle. "You're so cute when you're shy," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear.

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  He leaned in closer, his voice taking on a sensual tone. "You make me want you even more. I want to make love to you, Meesha."

  As he spoke, Xanqer's lips trailed kisses down Meesha's neck, sending shivers down her spine. Meesha felt like she was melting, her body responding to Xanqer's touch.

  [THE NEXT MORNING]

  Meesha woke up to a warm beam of sunshine streaming into her eyes. She slowly opened them, covering the light with her hand. As she sat up, she saw Xanqer standing by the window, having just opened the curtains. A gentle smile spread across her face as she gazed at him. He was already dressed for work, looking dominant and handsome. "Oh, you're leaving for the office already?" she asked, rubbing her eyes with her fists.

  Xanqer walked over to the bed and sat down beside her, his hands on either side of her. He leaned in, his face inches from hers. "Do you want me to stay?" he asked.

  Meesha's cheeks flushed, and she composed herself, trying to sound casual. "No, I was just asking. Besides, I have to leave for a shoot by eleven."

  As she spoke, Xanqer's gaze lingered on her face, a small smile playing on his lips. "Meesha, you look beautiful in the morning."

  Meesha's blush deepened, and she tried to hide her face. Xanqer chuckled and gently brought her face back to his. Their eyes met, and he leaned in to kiss her. As their lips touched, Meesha suddenly pulled back, wincing in pain. "Oww!"

  Xanqer's expression changed to concern. "What's wrong?"

  Meesha pouted, holding out her lower lip. "Xanqer, look what you caused from last night," she said, her voice accusative.

  Xanqer's eyes dropped to her lip, and he saw a small red cut on it. Xanqer leaned close to Meesha, his nose grazing hers as he whispered, "I have just the best remedy for that." His eyes locked onto the small cut on her lip, and he smiled mischievously. "My tongue is the best antiseptic."

  Meesha's face flushed, and she pushed him away, her hands on his chest. "Xanqer, stop it."

  She lay back in bed, closing her eyes and waving him away with her hand. "I don't need your help. Go to your office, I want to go back to sleep."

  Xanqer chuckled. He found her cute, endearing even, when she was trying to be stern. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her forehead in a soft kiss. "Goodbye, my love."

  Meesha's eyes remained closed, but her cheeks flushed deeper, and her breathing slowed. Xanqer watched her for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of her relaxed, peaceful expression.

  After, he turned and walked out of the room, the soft click of the door closing behind him the only sound breaking the silence.

  Xanqer walked downstairs, his footsteps quiet on the polished wood. As he descended, his stern, and impassive expression returned, like a mask slipping into place.

  Davis was waiting for him in the living room, along with a familiar man. As soon as they saw Xanqer, they both stood up, their movements synchronized.

  Davis walked towards him, his eyes cast downward in respect. "Mr. Qren, the goldsmith is here."

  The goldsmith, a portly man with a well-groomed beard, greeted Xanqer with a slight bow. "Good morning, Mr. Qren."

  Xanqer's voice was curt, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Where's the ring?"