FIFTY MILLION NIGHTS
PART 7
Olivia woke up with her lips still tingling from the kiss.
Last night had been a storm—Malik’s rage, her fear, the way he had melted into her arms, the heat of his mouth on hers. She touched her lips, remembering. For the first time since being taken, she had felt something other than fear.
Maybe he feels it too.
She dressed carefully, her heart fluttering. Maybe today, he would look at her differently. Maybe today, things would change.
But when she stepped into the penthouse’s main room, Malik was already there—cold as stone.
He stood by the window, his back to her, his broad shoulders tense beneath his crisp black suit. He didn’t turn. Didn’t speak.
Olivia hesitated. "Good morning," she said softly.
Silence.
Then, slowly, he turned. His dark eyes were like ice. No warmth. No fire. Nothing.
Her stomach dropped.
"You will not dance in the club again," he said, his voice flat.
Olivia blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." His jaw tightened. "You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Flashing your body at men, throwing yourself at me—all to escape the debt."
Her breath caught. That’s what he thinks?
"I wasn’t—"
"Enough." His voice cracked like a whip. "You will serve drinks. You will keep your head down. And you will never try to manipulate me again."
Olivia’s chest burned. The kiss had meant nothing to him. Nothing at all.
Tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "I just wanted to pay you back faster," she whispered.
Malik scoffed. "By dancing? By *kissing* me?" His voice dripped with disgust. "You’re pathetic."
The word hit her like a slap.
Her vision blurred. The room spun. She couldn’t breathe. The weight of everything—the debt, the betrayal, the way he had kissed her like she was everything and now looked at her like she was nothing—crushed her.
A sob broke free. Then another. She covered her face, her shoulders shaking.
Malik didn’t move. Didn’t comfort her. Just watched, his expression unreadable.
Olivia cried until her legs gave out. She slid to the floor, her tears soaking into the expensive rug. The world faded in and out.
Then—darkness.
She fainted.
PART 7
Olivia woke up with her lips still tingling from the kiss.
Last night had been a storm—Malik’s rage, her fear, the way he had melted into her arms, the heat of his mouth on hers. She touched her lips, remembering. For the first time since being taken, she had felt something other than fear.
Maybe he feels it too.
She dressed carefully, her heart fluttering. Maybe today, he would look at her differently. Maybe today, things would change.
But when she stepped into the penthouse’s main room, Malik was already there—cold as stone.
He stood by the window, his back to her, his broad shoulders tense beneath his crisp black suit. He didn’t turn. Didn’t speak.
Olivia hesitated. "Good morning," she said softly.
Silence.
Then, slowly, he turned. His dark eyes were like ice. No warmth. No fire. Nothing.
Her stomach dropped.
"You will not dance in the club again," he said, his voice flat.
Olivia blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." His jaw tightened. "You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Flashing your body at men, throwing yourself at me—all to escape the debt."
Her breath caught. That’s what he thinks?
"I wasn’t—"
"Enough." His voice cracked like a whip. "You will serve drinks. You will keep your head down. And you will never try to manipulate me again."
Olivia’s chest burned. The kiss had meant nothing to him. Nothing at all.
Tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "I just wanted to pay you back faster," she whispered.
Malik scoffed. "By dancing? By *kissing* me?" His voice dripped with disgust. "You’re pathetic."
The word hit her like a slap.
Her vision blurred. The room spun. She couldn’t breathe. The weight of everything—the debt, the betrayal, the way he had kissed her like she was everything and now looked at her like she was nothing—crushed her.
A sob broke free. Then another. She covered her face, her shoulders shaking.
Malik didn’t move. Didn’t comfort her. Just watched, his expression unreadable.
Olivia cried until her legs gave out. She slid to the floor, her tears soaking into the expensive rug. The world faded in and out.
Then—darkness.
She fainted.
FIFTY MILLION NIGHTS
PART 7
Olivia woke up with her lips still tingling from the kiss.
Last night had been a storm—Malik’s rage, her fear, the way he had melted into her arms, the heat of his mouth on hers. She touched her lips, remembering. For the first time since being taken, she had felt something other than fear.
Maybe he feels it too.
She dressed carefully, her heart fluttering. Maybe today, he would look at her differently. Maybe today, things would change.
But when she stepped into the penthouse’s main room, Malik was already there—cold as stone.
He stood by the window, his back to her, his broad shoulders tense beneath his crisp black suit. He didn’t turn. Didn’t speak.
Olivia hesitated. "Good morning," she said softly.
Silence.
Then, slowly, he turned. His dark eyes were like ice. No warmth. No fire. Nothing.
Her stomach dropped.
"You will not dance in the club again," he said, his voice flat.
Olivia blinked. "What?"
"You heard me." His jaw tightened. "You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Flashing your body at men, throwing yourself at me—all to escape the debt."
Her breath caught. That’s what he thinks?
"I wasn’t—"
"Enough." His voice cracked like a whip. "You will serve drinks. You will keep your head down. And you will never try to manipulate me again."
Olivia’s chest burned. The kiss had meant nothing to him. Nothing at all.
Tears pricked her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. "I just wanted to pay you back faster," she whispered.
Malik scoffed. "By dancing? By *kissing* me?" His voice dripped with disgust. "You’re pathetic."
The word hit her like a slap.
Her vision blurred. The room spun. She couldn’t breathe. The weight of everything—the debt, the betrayal, the way he had kissed her like she was everything and now looked at her like she was nothing—crushed her.
A sob broke free. Then another. She covered her face, her shoulders shaking.
Malik didn’t move. Didn’t comfort her. Just watched, his expression unreadable.
Olivia cried until her legs gave out. She slid to the floor, her tears soaking into the expensive rug. The world faded in and out.
Then—darkness.
She fainted.
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