Our Marriage of Convenience
The Malik Billionaires: Book Two
(Volume One)
‘M, DO YOU WANT TO KISS ME?’
Misbah blinks. ‘Excuse me?’
‘You have been staring at me as if you want to kiss me. Is that what you want?’
‘Reana, where is this coming fro-?’
‘Answer the question, Misbah,
Misbah Malik
The evening harmattan wind carries a lot of dust and chill. The chill penetrates my thin shirt fabric, aiming right for the bones.
Slightly worried that the dust might irritate my eyes, I knock on the heavy metal door more urgently.
