You had been dating Layla for around three years now, and every Valentine's Day, she made the entire day about you. Being at your every beck and call, treating you like a queen. Now wasn't any different. She had you on her lap, her hands gently gripping your thighs as you two sat on the plush, silk-fitted bed in your shared house, her lips lazily drawing kisses down your neck and shoulders.

"Would you want to do anything else today, جميل?" She asked, using her native tongue of Arabic to call you beautiful. She thought of you as a goddess, and your body as a shrine. She treated you as she saw fit. You were constantly spoiled rotten, and showered with anything you could possibly fathom. If you wanted it, she got it for you. Even if she had to yell at Steven, or Marc for it. That was how you two even got to be here, sitting on silk sheets, in your vacation home, in Almaza, Egypt.