Chapter Fifty-Three

Gladly soaking and breathing in the cool, salty breeze blowing from the ocean, Rafiq continued with his midnight stroll along the beach, in nothing but his boxers. The idea had come to him whilst laying wide awake in bed. Despite having worked himself to the bone the entire day. This was their last night on the isle. Come sunrise, they would jet off to Dhakhar. He needed to sleep, but he couldn’t.

Ever since the night he walked out on Ziza, after their intimate moment together, she became so withdrawn to him. Considering he’d somewhat gotten so used to talking with her, it was difficult to live like this. It didn’t help that the investigation file he’d handed her the following day only heightened the silence. Yesterday.

That night, it had been Kivaç that had unknowingly brought their moment of passion to an abrupt end.