Thriller Is money, sex and revenge such things that makes humans animals ?

[Naruto411]

Layla had been listening to Rashid talk about their plans for the upcoming public appearance, the excitement evident in his voice. The idea of showcasing their relationship was thrilling for him, but for Layla, it was a strategic opportunity. As he detailed how they would present themselves to the public, a thought struck her: **this could be the perfect chance to give Imran the time he needed.**

“Rashid,” she said, a smile playing on her lips, “what if we took this public act a step further? What if we went to another country for the next two days? We could really make a statement.”

Rashid’s eyes lit up at her suggestion. “That’s a fantastic idea! Where do you want to go?”

“Somewhere exciting, maybe X country,” she replied, keeping her tone light. “We could really enjoy ourselves while making a splash.”

He nodded enthusiastically, not questioning her motives. “Let’s do it! I’ll book the flight right now.”

As they boarded the flight, Layla felt a rush of adrenaline. This was her chance. They settled into their seats, and Rashid immediately began chatting with the flight attendants, charming them with his charisma. Layla watched, amused, as he flirted effortlessly, reveling in the attention. She couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and frustration—this was the man she had to play along with to protect her son and help Imran.


The flight took off smoothly, and soon the cabin was filled with the soft hum of the engines. As the attendants made their rounds, Layla and Rashid took advantage of the moment. With a mischievous grin, Layla leaned closer to him. “I think we should celebrate this trip, don’t you?”

Rashid raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”

“Let’s join the Mile High Club,” she suggested playfully, her heart racing at the boldness of her own words.

He looked surprised but quickly grinned. “You read my mind. Let’s go!”

They made their way to the restroom, and once inside, Layla locked the door behind them. The small space was cramped, but the thrill of the moment overshadowed any discomfort. Rashid wasted no time, and as they embraced, the adrenaline coursed through her veins. The thrill of being caught added to the excitement as they shared a heated kiss, both of them aware of the risk they were taking.


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After a few moments, they emerged from the restroom, both breathless and exhilarated. They returned to their seats, sharing secret smiles that only fueled Rashid’s confidence. The flight continued, and they engaged in playful banter, both of them eager for the adventures that awaited them.

Upon landing, Layla could feel the excitement building as they headed to their hotel. Rashid had made a reservation at a luxurious establishment, and as they checked in, he flashed his charming smile at the receptionist, making sure they received a warm welcome.

Once in their room, they wasted no time unpacking their bags. Rashid suggested going out to explore the city and enjoy a nice dinner. Layla agreed, but her mind was racing with thoughts of Imran and the time she needed to give him.

At the restaurant, the ambiance was perfect—dim lights and soft music created an intimate atmosphere. Layla and Rashid were seated at a table in a cozy corner, and as they perused the menu, Layla’s heart raced with anticipation.

As their meals arrived, Rashid continued to showcase his charming persona, laughing loudly and engaging with the waitstaff. But Layla had a different agenda. Under the table, she subtly shifted closer to Rashid, leaning in as if to whisper something in his ear. Instead, she discreetly reached under the tablecloth, her hand finding its way to Rashid’s lap.

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“Isn’t this meal delicious?” she asked sweetly, her heart pounding as she worked to keep the act convincing.

Rashid, taken by surprise, chuckled, “Absolutely! You know how to enjoy a good dinner.” His voice was laced with amusement, completely unaware of the real intentions behind her actions.

Layla couldn’t help but feel a thrill of power. Here she was, orchestrating this entire situation while keeping her true motives hidden. With every passing moment, she was carving out precious time for Imran. As she continued her discreet actions under the table, Layla felt a mix of excitement and anxiety, aware that she was playing a dangerous game.

The evening unfolded, filled with laughter and playful touches. As the meal came to an end, Layla and Rashid exchanged flirtatious glances, both immersed in their roles. Rashid was delighted by Layla's apparent enthusiasm, believing their trip was nothing but a romantic getaway.

“Let’s head back to the hotel and continue this celebration,” Rashid suggested, a gleam in his eye.

“Sounds perfect,” Layla replied, her mind already racing with thoughts of how she would make the most of this opportunity to give Imran the time he needed.