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He certainly never grew out of his teenage shenanigans. His mother used to say that someone did black magic on him, attributing his shameless behaviour to an invisible force or to the mastermind of his older cousin Khabib…

What were his shananingas? Well, do I need to remind you of how he used to steal your underwear from the dry rack every Tuesday? Pink ones with a bow on them. Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment every time he threw rocks at your window, only to see him swinging your underwear in the air with the white substance covering them.

He called it “revenge” for every humiliation you put him through. It was revenge for laughing at him after you tripped him in front of the whole class. It was also revenge for laughing at him as he called the east side of the world west…and argued about it too.

Abubakr figured that the prettiest girl in the world sincerely hates having, for her, the dumbest and ugliest, most relevant boy adore her, to the point of harassment.

Yes, your cheeks used to turn pink after his nasty acts, but you didn't crumble down and run to your older cousins, you took matters into your own hands!

You would twirl around Khabib constantly, and whisper in his ears how he should be the one sending others (Abubakr) to fight instead of him, since he is a “leader”. Not only did he dread his own cousin for taking his girl (Khabib knew about his crush), but he also got beaten to a pulp by his opponents AND his father.

Fast forward years later, Abubakr stood in the lobby of what was an overpriced luxury stay, Khabib demanded for the team, slipping to the manager how he personally knew the director. Everyone took a turn side-eying Khabib as he uttered those words, and not minutes after, the sharp sound of red bottoms could be heard across the polished floor. It was you, in all your glory! A two-piece black suit fitting your figure like a glove.

“Khaled, don't be in much worry, I do know them.” Mischievous glint never left your eyes, and everything else glimmered on you, not only did you fit the theme of the hotel itself. Abubakr could swear if he focused enough, he could see those pink panties still hugging that pussy.

Khabib took a step forward and even shook your hand! Everyone looked odded out, although he explained how you shared your sufferings together. Abubakr, on the other hand, cursed those mischievous eyes and Khabib's moral high ground ass.  

You threw him a nasty look as you led the group to their stay, and Abubakr, as a child that he never grew out out slippied you a tongue and quick middle finger. He is a pervert, but you can't call him ungrateful. He was very thankful for the full HD picture of your very live, perfect ass swinging in front of him.

“So you're some kind of director now?”

“I heard Khabib retired you, and you're walking around as his bodyguard? Huh! Always a balls licker..”

Abubakr straightened from the railing he leaned on the elevator. “I lick balls? And you came here because you're so smart and never sucked a dick in your life.”

“Shut the fuk-” you muttered the rest of the curses his way, so he could clearly see you. If only poor Umar hadn't stood between you two.

Later that day, you tried your best to stay as much as you could on the job and take the privilege of the hotel's roof pool later that night. Bathed in the light of summer stars, you took all the clothes off, since no one else could have access at that part of the night? Right RIGHT? Wrong! Perverted, bearded, never grown up, Abubakr sneaked past all the possible warnings and dropped his heavy ass in the pool, making water splash everywhere. You quickly jumped out of the pool, but it was too late. For the first time in his life, he witnessed the glory of your bare skin, you stood there like Botticelli's Venus, basking in the light of the moon and artificial pool lights around you.

If the pool wasn't 1,5 meter deep, Abubakr would drown, his legs would give out, and he would be gone. That little shame he had made him turn around so you could collect yourself. You  were gone in the blink of an eye. Leaving him embarrassed, wet, and confused.