KARIMA HEART

TWO DAYS LATER

The moment we got to his car, I yanked my hand out of his grip like it burned.

He turned to face me, sliding his hands into his pockets, his expression cold, like it was carved from d*mn stone.

"What the hell was that back there?" I snapped.

"You didn't just hit my boyfriend, you also f*cking told him I was your girlfriend? Are you out of your mind?!"

My voice shook with rage. At this point, I didn't care anymore, whether he had something on me or could spill my secret at any second.

He hit Nathan!

That alone was enough to make me lose it.

Yeah, maybe Nathan could be a jerk sometimes, but no one gets to lay a finger on him. Not even Owain.

He cocked his head, completely unbothered.

"Are you mad because I saved you? Or because I punched that little prick? Be honest."

I scoffed and clutched my bag tighter, my fists itching to meet his face.

"Don't you dare cross me, Owain," I warned him. "I don't joke when it comes to my boyfriend."

And then? He clapped.

Like I'd just performed a d*mn Broadway monologue he loved.

Was this guy for real? Was he kidding me right now?

"Now, that's the Karima I met at the club," he said with a glint in his eye. "Fierce and fearless. But honey... you're just with the wrong guy. I just did you a favor right now, saving you from Jace. That cheating *ssh*l*. I saved your a**."

I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly got stuck.

"Saved me?" I hissed. "You mean the part where you assaulted him? Or the part where you lied about us dating? And for your information, he's not cheating."

He stepped closer, his tone darker now.

"You sure about that?" he murmured. "Because you might regret being so confident."

He moved in again, very close. His lips hovered near mine, his breath ghosting over my face.

Then came he whispered,

"What if I show you something? Will you completely obey me after that?"

Something in his voice made my stomach twist, not just because he sounded serious, but because deep down, I was scared he wasn't bluffing.

Still, I straightened up, my lips curling into a fearless smirk.

"You already have something over me," I said calmly. "What more could you possibly want? My heart? Forget it. I love Nathan and I will never fall for you, Owain. But sure, let's see what you've got."

His smile deepened with a wicked and slow grin.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said. "And don't worry, Karima Heart. I don't bluff. I like your confidence, it's what makes breaking you so tempting."

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"By the time I'm done, you'll kneel before me willingly."

Then he pulled out his phone.

"7 PM. I'll send the address. You choose, Karry. I won't force you. But if you don't show..."

He didn't finish his statement. But... It was more scarier than if he had to finish it.

He just walked away, leaving me standing there in confusion, and more scared than I wanted to admit.

***

KARIMA HEART

I stared down at my phone, my fingers frozen. The address Owain sent still glowed on the screen like it was mocking me.

And here I was, standing right in front of DAWN, yet my feet wouldn't budge.

Tonight should've been yet another night to make some cash, about slipping into stilettos, walking through the crowd, and clocking out with bills in my purse. But instead... I was stuck, debating whether to walk right into Owain's little trap.

Going to that address? It'd mean I actually gave his twisted words a chance. It'd mean I believed even a shred of what he said. But let's be real, a part of me didn't just want to prove him wrong. I wanted to know.

Deep down, I needed to see it with my own eyes. Because Jace? Jace couldn't cheat on me.

We'd been together for over a year. We laughed, shared secrets, and definitely fought too, and eventually made up with kisses... I knew him and I trusted him. It couldn't be true, Right?

My thumb hovered the screen, then I tapped my call log and hit Zack's name.

He picked up instantly.

"Hello, honey pie! Been waitin' on you. You not at the club yet?" His voice was full of bounce, with music thumping loud behind him.

I bit my lip.

"Yeah... I, um... I've got something I need to handle tonight. Can you just... give me this one night? I'll make it up to you, Zack. Promise."

He swore. I heard it loud and clear. But it didn't matter. He does it every time he was p*ss*d.

"Alright, but no days off this weekend. Deal?"

I rolled my eyes, groaning.

"You not in? Forget it then. Bye."

I quickly cut in just before he hung up. "Okay, okay... don't threaten me. I said it's a deal. Alright?"

"Good girl. And for the record..." I could hear the smirk in his voice. "It's Zacky, not Zack. Get it right, sugar."

I rolled my eyes again, but smiled.

"Right. Zacky."

I ended the call.

Sometimes I honestly wondered how Zacky even passed as a boss. Cross-dresser, check. Zero charisma, check. But who cared? One year and I'd be done with the club, and with Owain's mind games and threats, with all of it.

I swiftly flagged down a cab and slid in.

"Swiss Hotel," I said quickly before the driver hit the gas.

***

SWISS HOTEL

The moment I stepped out of the cab, my eyes locked on him, Owain, already waiting at the entrance like some smug prince.

D*mn it. He knew I'd come.

And that arrogant smirk on his face? Like he'd just won a bet with the devil proved it.

He waved at me but I pretended I didn't see it. I stormed toward him, my heels clacking like gunshots against the pavement.

He flicked away the puff he'd been smoking and stepped into my path.

"Right on time," he said smoothly. "Knew you'd show up."

I bit back the urge to roll my eyes. He wanted a reaction, badly. But I won't give him.

I just forced a half-smile. "I'm here. So, let's just get this over with, shall we?"

He held up a small pack. "Got you some wipes. You might need them later."

The cockiness in his voice made my skin crawl.

I gave a short nod, ignoring the jab, and followed him in.

Each step echoed under my stilettos. My legs trembled slightly, but I kept my chin up, walking as if fear wasn't gnawing at me.

We slipped past the mini bar. He casually approached a bar attendant and, he slid something into the guy's hand like it was second nature. Like he'd done this a million times before.

I quickly averted my eyes just as his gaze flicked in my direction.

I glanced around, pretending to admire the walls, the décor, anything but him.

"Shall we?" he said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

We continued down the hallway until we stopped at a sleek, black door. He pulled out a pass card and, beep, the lock clicked open.

I stepped in, my eyes scanning the room. Dim lights plus posh couches. A long, glass panel stretching across the far wall. It looked... normal.

Then, without warning, he grabbed me from behind.

"Hey, what the hell?" I snapped.

His arm locked around my waist, his other hand covering my mouth. I thrashed, but he pinned my wrists behind me, and turned my face toward the glass.

"Relax, Karry," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. "The fun's just beginning. That room on the other side? We can see them... but they can't see us."

My chest tightened.

"In a few seconds, everything will make sense. Just watch closely."

I closed my eyes shut, resisting, but his grip tightened.

"Don't just watch. Let it sink in. Every d*mn second."

And then I slowly open them.

God... I just looked.

At first, the room on the other side was empty.

Then Nathan walked in. Yeah, my Nathan.

Another figure slipped in behind him, and just like that, she was pulling off his shirt.

Then they crashed onto the bed together.

That was when I saw them properly.

Nathaniel? And... Ellie. My best friend.

I froze.

My breath hitched. My lungs refused to fill.

Tears welled up and spilled faster than I could stop them.

"You see it?" Owain murmured.

But I wasn't hearing him anymore.

I yanked myself from his grip, my hand flying before I even thought it through. It kissed his face hard.

The sound echoed through the room as my palm paused on his face.

"You a**hole!" I shouted, tears now streaming faster.

My voice shook the walls.

My heart shattered all over the d*mn floor.

And in that moment, I knew exactly what I'd do next...

KARIMA HEART

I didn't say another word.

I couldn't even tell what broke my heart more, whether the sight of what I'd just witnessed, or the d*mn pain ripping me apart from the inside out.

Ellie?

It couldn't be her... The only way I'd believe it was if I stormed into that room myself and saw it up close.

Owain just stood there, watching me like he could read my mind. Like he knew what I was about to do next.

The second I turned toward the door, his hand snapped around my arm, tight and firm, almost like he wanted to rip it off.

Before I could react, he spun me back with force and pulled me against him from behind. His grip locked around my waist like steel. Then his cold lips brushed my neck as he whispered, in a cold, low, and dangerous.

"Have you forgotten we had a deal?"

"You don't get to walk away after I held up my end."

I thrashed, trying to break free, but his arms only tightened. And worse ... F*cking hell... The warmth of him made my skin burn in ways it shouldn't have.

What the actual f*ck, Karima?

You just caught your boyfriend screwing your best friend and somehow... you're reacting to this?

I shook my head in disgust at myself, of course, at him, and shoved him. I raised my hand, ready to slap the smug off his face again, but he caught my wrist midair, his eyes gleaming with warning.

"I don't let women hit me, Karima."

"You got your free one. Try it again, and it won't end the same."

"I don't give a d*mn," I spat. "What do you even want from me, Owain? You're seriously talking about deals when..."

My words cut off as I glanced toward the glass wall again.

They weren't just kissing anymore.

Ellie's leg was in the air, her back arched on the bed as he hovered over her cl*t, thrusting slowly and deep, like he couldn't contain the pleasure he felt. Her soft moans leaked through the d*mn glass, every sound was another knife in my chest.

It wasn't just cheating.

It was a betrayal, a completely raw and ugly one.

I turned back to Owain, tears blurring my vision, but I didn't let them fall before I wiped them off my cheeks and glared at him.

"So this was the plan, huh?"

"You wanted to break me? Show me this mess?"

"Fine. You win. But just so we're clear, you'll never have me."

"My heart? It's off-limits."

He laughed.

Not a light chuckle, it was a deep, mocking, bad-boy kind of laugh that made the air between us colder.

Like I'd just told a punchline to a joke I didn't know I was part of.

He clapped slowly, strolling toward me with that cocky glint in his eyes.

"Heart?" he repeated, dragging the word like it was foreign on his tongue.

"Who said I wanted your heart?"

Before I could blink, his hand slid down with a bold and claiming move. His palm landed firmly on my backside.

I gasped, my eyes snapping at his at once.

He smirked. Sh*t! That infuriating, overconfident smirk played on his lips.

"I want you, Karima. Not your heart. I don't do love, my darling," he said in a low voice.

His gaze dropped, trailing slowly over my face, down to my exposed cleavage. His tongue darted out to wet the corner of his lips, just a flick... but it was enough to tell me where his mind had already gone.

And I hated myself for it...

Because my heart was racing like crazy, as if it was a speeding car.

No matter how hard I tried to shut it out, the truth was painfully clear... I still felt it. That stupid, undying pull toward him. How on earth could I even deny it?

Owain was the first man I ever loved from the day I could understand what love even meant. As a kid, down to when I was a teenager. Even when I convinced myself I was over him and agreed to date Nathan, deep down I knew it was a d*mn lie.

A stupid, desperate lie I told myself.

And that lie made me angry. Because Owain... he was never the romantic type. I could never match whatever kind of woman he was drawn to.

He was wild.

I was... not.

I stayed indoors almost all the time, keeping to myself, and avoided crowds as much as I could... The worse part? I was very timid and quiet. The only time I ever go out for fun was when Ellie dragged me out of my shell, usually kicking and screaming.

So why now?

Why was he looking at me like this?

And the annoying part? why did I want it so badly?

My brain was beginning to scream at me, to shut it down and walk away. But it was too late.

His hand lifted again, this time grazing the exposed dip of my chest, his fingers brushing softly, and deliberately, between the curve of my t*ts and slowly caressing the top of the n*pples. My breath hitched, but I didn't move.

Not until a sound slipped out of me, a low, helpless moan... The stupid me made a hard face, avoiding his eyes as if he hadn't caught me already.... That was when I realized I was holding my breath.

It was as if that was all he needed.

A slow, knowing smile curved on his face.

Not the playful type that showed he enjoyed it, it was the type of smile that said one thing... he was d*mn right.

That I wanted him... So badly.

And my body had just sold me out.

If the ground opened and swallowed me whole, I'd have gladly let it. But it didn't. I was still standing here, heat rising in the tight space between us.

He leaned in, his voice low and smooth against my lips.

"You've still got that soft spot for me, Karima."

"What are you holding back for?"

His lips barely brushed mine, a teasing graze, as he murmured,

"I want that girl... the wild, fearless one I saw at the club."

"Whenever you're with me, be her. Not that quiet little thing I used to know. Got it?"

I nodded. Shamelessly, but my body stayed frozen and stiff, until he finally took a small step back, giving me a breath of space I didn't even realize I needed.

"I won't lay a finger on you unless you're ready to show me that wild side," he said, his voice low and taunting.

"As for your boyfriend?" he shrugged. "Just play along for today. You can manage that... right?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. My throat had gone dry.

So I just nodded... just a little.

That was enough for him.

"Do you want me to drop you off?" he asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You don't look like your legs can walk just yet."

"I can-" I tried to say, barely getting the words out.

But before I could finish, his lips crashed into mine, quick and sharp, but full of heat.

It only lasted a second. But it knocked the air right out of me.

He pulled away just as fast, his grin widening as he tapped my shoulder casually.

"I couldn't wait to do that," he said coolly.

I blinked, stunned. My mind blanked out, stuck somewhere between wanting to scream and wanting to replay that moment over again.

I turned away slowly, trying to regain control of my thoughts, my body, and me, but paused just before the door.

My eyes locked on his, sharp and unblinking.

He wanted the wild version of me?

Maybe that was exactly what I needed, not just to keep up with him, but to take the reins.

Let him try to play dominant. I could play dirty, too.

I took a step closer, lowering my voice just enough for the words to sting.

"You want the wild version of me?" I said. "Be careful what you ask for, Owain. You might not survive it."

He didn't laugh. He didn't even tease.

He just smiled... but not the usual cocky one.

Something flickered behind his eyes.

Was that fear?

Good. That's exactly what I wanted.

OWAIN LUTHER

The moment Karima said those words, I knew I had lit a fire in her. Exactly what I wanted. She was wild, she just didn't know it yet. But I did. And I was the only one who could unleash it. Let's see what you've got, Karima, I thought with a smirk. She led the way to the car. I followed behind her. The moment we hopped in, I hit the ignition and slammed the gas.

***

KARIMA HEART

The next day, I left class early. I did everything possible to avoid Ellie. Of course, she noticed, but I didn't care. Maybe avoiding conversations with her would make reality slip by... Just two days would be enough. No, maybe a week. Anything, enough to help me erase the whole nightmare I saw yesterday.

As soon as the lecture ended, and God helping me, Owain didn't show up today, I rushed to the cafeteria.

I spotted Tyla and dodged her. For the record, Tyla was the queen bee cheerleader for the TIGERS Team, the swim team Nathan was in. She was obsessed with him and, even now, she hated my guts since I dated him. She still does, actually.

In one swoop, I slipped into the cafeteria, unnoticed. I ordered some chips drowned in ketchup with a soft drink, scrolling through my phone like I had something meaningful going on in it. That was when I heard Ellie.

"So... this was where you were hiding after ghosting me? You think I won't find you?"

She said. I didn't say a word. I didn't look up. I just buried my face deeper in my phone.

"Hello?" she snapped her fingers in front of my face. "I'm not talking to a ghost, am I?"

On a normal day, I would've side-eyed her and pretended to be p*ss*d, just for fun. But this wasn't a normal day... This time, I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried to un-see what I saw that night, I couldn't. It was replayed over and over. And what killed me most? Ellie acted so d*mn normal... I almost doubted my own eyes.

I wanted to scream in her face. Instead, I held back the moment I locked eyes with her. And all I saw was Ellie... my best friend. The one who supported me the most.

"Cat got your tongue now?" she teased.

I chuckled softly. I didn't even realize when I fell for that.

She took that as her cue, pulled up a chair beside me, and tossed her Gucci bag on the table.

My eyes locked on the bag. My breath hitched.

No way.

It was the same designer bag I gifted Juliet, Nathan's sister. A one-of-a-kind graduation present. The same tag. The same custom design.

What the actual hell?

God! This isn't happening, is it?

"Why do you have this, Ellie?" I asked, keeping my voice steady.

She didn't flinch. Her eyes flicked to the bag, then back to me with that same sweet smile.

"Nathan gave it to me," she said casually. "Enough of the bag, Karry. Don't think this little hide-and-seek game you pulled on me will stop me from scolding you, definitely not the changing of topic either... Why on earth did you miss Jace's party?"

My blood bubbled, but I held it back. "I was out with Owain." I said that before I even thought about it.

"Owain?" she repeated with a flash of that look I know, then squealed, covering her mouth in mock shock.

"Are you freaking kidding me now, Karry?" She nudged my arm with excitement.

"What?"

"What do you mean? You're dating our professor."

"What? No! I'm not dating anyone. Stop saying that."

"But you just said you went out with him? What was that supposed to be? Private tutoring on the road? C'mon, Karry. This is hot gossip!"

I rolled my eyes, pulling her hand off my arm. "You're crazy, Ellie. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Well, I do. I knew something was up when I saw you two together yesterday."

"Wait, you did?" I snapped.

"Yes, I did." She rolled her eyes.

"Where?" I blurted out.

"At SWISS Hotel. I didn't think much of it at the time."

Was she seriously talking about the same hotel where I saw them screwing? Did she just say that casually? Was Ellie kidding me right now?

"Who were you with, Ellie?"

I asked, praying she'd just be honest, because I was holding back all the anger gnawing at me right now.

"Whoa. Chill, Karry. Why are you interrogating me? I'm the one doing the asking here, remember?"

"F*cking answer me, Ellie!" I snapped.

Her face changed, instantly. She sensed the seriousness in my tone.

"I was with Jace and the boys. We had a night out at SWISS HOTEL, wanted to tell you about it, but you nailed out. Happy?"

I sprung up, the anger in me clearly making me vibrate. My hands shook as I ran it through my hair.

"A night out?" I repeated.

"You okay, Karry?"

"Stop calling me that, okay? Just... tell me the truth, Ellie. Are you seriously lying to my face right now?"

Her brows scrunched. "What are you talking about for heaven's sake? Say something that makes sense?"

"Really? You seriously want me to say it? Okay then. Are you f*cking telling me I didn't see you screwing my boyfriend last night? Answer me!"

That was when her face froze. And the mask dropped. For a moment, I prayed-hoped she'd deny it... Maybe denying it would make the pain all go away.

But then Nathan's voice cut through the tension.

"And why does she have to answer that, Karima?"

I turned. Ellie shot him a look, silently begging him to stay out of it. But he didn't.

"Ask me. Leave her out of this. She clearly doesn't have the guts to tell you the truth."

"Ellie? Is he telling the truth?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Say something, you b*tch!"

Before I could think of what to say next, Nathan grabbed my wrist. I was already pushing Ellie- maybe too hard.

"Stop it, Karry."

I felt a sting. He sided with her. Right to my face. Seriously?

"Are you for real, Nate? You cheated on me with my best friend, and you're standing there defending her? Is this some kind of joke?"

My voice pitched. People were watching the drama unfold and whispering. But I didn't care.

I tried to charge at Ellie again, but Nathan held me back. Before I thought about it, I slapped him hard across his face.

Ellie immediately sprang to her feet, holding Nathan as if I was the villain. Her face snapped at mine.

Ellie jumped up to defend him, her eyes blazing. "What's wrong with you, Karry?! He said ask him! He literally said that in clear English! Are you deaf?"

"Really?" I hissed,

"Everyone's watching," she muttered. "Can't you take this somewhere else?"

She didn't look like the Ellie I knew... No, she wasn't even talking like Ellie. I am probably going crazy right now. As if I couldn't contain the demon anymore... Something snapped inside of me.

"You goddamn B*TCH," I mumbled before charging at her.

My fingers yanked her hair and slammed her right to the d*mn ground.

Nathan tried to pull me off, but I didn't let go. When he finally did, Ellie was already limp on the floor, un-moving.

My heart leaped from my chest as blood trickled from her nose.

And then... As if the universe wanted to make this worse, Tyla walked in.

She gasped, scrambled for her phone from her purse, and flicked on her camera, with a smirk on her face.

"Oh, Karima! This is so going viral. Say cheese to the camera."