Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“Which they actually were,” Harper grumbled. “Right?”
“I’m only telling you this so you can understand...”
“Not to bother asking him if he’s fine,” Harper finished for her husband.
“Because aside from making him clamp up even more, it will also make your liege and lord—-”
“Ha!”
“Jealous and possessive—-”
Harper gasped as her husband suddenly lifted her up from his side. “With the way you’re spending too much time worrying about another man—-”
A moment later, he had lowered her onto him, and she let out another gasp as she found herself suddenly impaled on Khalil’s throbbing manhood.
“K-Khalil...”
Her head fell back, and she couldn’t help squeezing her eyes shut as he pulled her down until he was all the way in, the swollen head of his cock knocking against the wall of her womb.
“Nem.” Yes. And clasping her hips, he began to move her up and down, grating out, “My name is the only one you should think of.”
“It is—-” Another gasp as she started to bounce on his cock, and her body began to tighten in the most delicious way.
“Let other women worry about Rayyan, I’m sure he has more than enough of them.”
Harper could no longer answer, a cry spilling out of her as the king caught her nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as her inner muscles closed around his cock.
IN ANOTHER PART OF the palace, Rayyan let out a sneeze, feeling like someone had suddenly walked on his grave. Either he was coming down with a rare cold, he thought absently, or there was a person out there holding a grudge against him.
His phone vibrated then, alerting him to a new message, and his lips tightened when he saw the sender’s name.
Cecile: I know you said not to do anything rash, but it’s been six months.
Cecile: And nothing’s changed.
Cecile: I just thought you should know.
Rayyan deleted the messages as soon as he read them. It was strange, how after all these years of wishing he could hear from Cecile, he was unable to say a single word in return, now that she was finally speaking to him again.
Half a year had passed since Cecile wept in his arms, speaking of how much she still loved him, and while the memory never failed to turn his world upside down and remind him of their bittersweet past, a part of him remained distant and untouched – because it belonged to someone else.
That part of him was just as concerned about the passage of time, but for a far different reason.
Six months, as Cecile had said.
Half a year since Cecile walked back into his life, and Hyacinth had walked out of his.
Just six damn months, and yet a shattering amount of changes seemed to have taken place in that short span of time. Hyacinth had celebrated her eighteenth birthday, and she had made Gadi return his gift unopened. She had also graduated from high school and moved out of the palace to board in one of the university’s dormitories.
For all intents and purposes, Hyacinth looked as if she had already gotten settled in her new life. He had Aisha enroll in the same university she was in, and the undercover agent was nothing if not thorough with her periodic reports.
Ms. Kahveci is doing very well academically, and she appears to have found herself a small but loyal circle of friends.
Ms. Kahveci has not asked me anything about Your Highness.
Ms. Kahveci recently joined the university’s media club and has been seen several times in the company of its editor in chief, Marwan Bseiso.
Was it a simple lack of closure that made him constantly think of her? Or had she managed to steal one of the broken pieces of his heart and made it her own? May Allah help him, but for her sake, he fucking hoped he would never succumb to the urge of finding out why.
Because if he did...
If she ever fucking came back...
Even knowing that she was better off without him, if he saw that she still wanted him back, he would never let her go.
Fourteen
The spirit of Christmas swept over the palace with a flurry of parties hosted by the royal family, and with it was the promise that Hyacinth just might come home as well. Rayyan, however, forced himself to shove the thought out of his mind every time it tried to entertain the possibility, and he also made sure to avoid bumping into Anisah. As shameful as it was to admit, he didn’t quite trust himself not to ask Anisah about her sister’s plans if he ended up spending more than a few minutes in the other girl’s company.
But on the eve of Christmas, what he dared not let himself even think of happened anyway, with his staff giving themselves away as they greeted his arrival at work with furtive glances and nervous smiles. He called Gadi to his office, and he only had to stare at his assistant for a few seconds before the younger man completely broke down.