Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Day after day, something inside of her burned hotter, and the only time she didn't feel like she was about to explode was when she was in the sheikh's arms. When Altair was kissing her and touching her...when his mouth was on her breast, or when her lips were wrapped around his cock...those were the only times that the fires inside of her died down.
But as soon as they were apart, their bodies no longer in contact, the flames burned anew, and she actually found herself wanting to punch and kick something. Anything to get rid of the unbearable sensation of restlessness seething inside of her.
Because it was not in her nature to just trust anyone and ask for help, it took a long time for Safiya to admit to herself that she could not solve her problem all on her own. She needed someone to confide in, and when she finally mustered the courage to speak of her concerns to Ella and Aurora during one of their lunch breaks...
The two had taken one look at her, and then they had burst into giggles, both girls so overcome with laughter that they even had tears running down their cheeks.
And because Safiya truly did not get what was so funny about her anger issues, seeing her friends doubled over in laughter had her floundering between confusion and annoyance. Did they not realize how serious this was? She had always been calm and reasonable, and the sheikh was her beloved hero. How in the world had she suddenly ended up wanting to scream at him—-
"Fiya?"
Aurora's voice was a little unsteady, and her shoulders still shaking with mirth as she wiped the tears from her eyes. But she was fairly confident she had herself under control now...or at least she did until she saw her friend look at her, and oh dear God...
Who knew Pissed-And-Confused Safiya could look this cute?
Safiya threw her hands up in frustration when her friends started laughing again. "I don't understand—-"
"Clearly," Ella couldn't resist saying, and when this made the other princess look ready to throttle her—-
Ella and Aurora laughed even harder, but because they also knew that Safiya was this close to throwing her salad plate at them—-
"You're horny," Aurora finally managed to say between giggles.
Safiya's jaw dropped, and another round of laughter started anew.
"That's all there is to it," Ella promised with a snicker. "Get your sheikh to pop your cherry, and your, um, anger issues—-"
Aurora totally lost it again with the other princess' choice of words.
"—-will be solved."
Chapter Thirteen
Dear Mama,
Although we've never really talked about it, I can feel the change in Altair. I think...I think he already loves me, Mama. He hasn't said the words, but I see it in his eyes. He loves me, Mama. He loves me.
KHALIL AND THE OTHER sheikhs listened in pensive silence as Altair relayed his latest progress report. Sheikh Mahmud still refused to see or speak to his own daughter without providing any reason while the palace's team of cryptanalysts remained hard at work in decoding the letter Safiya had sent to her father.
While this lack of news was disquieting, the Emir Sheikh found himself dwelling more on another issue altogether, and so as soon as Altair ended his report—-
"It's been almost two years since Mahmud was placed under house arrest," Khalil said quietly. "Since it also follows that you've been engaged for the same length of time..."
Altair stiffened. "Just get to the point, Your Majesty."
"Do you not think it's time for the princess to join us here in the palace?" The king was privately prepared for his cousin to take offense to his meddling, but instead Altair visibly relaxed in his seat, and Khalil, glancing at the other sheikhs, saw that he was not alone in his surprise.
"She does not care then?" Tarif's tone was outright incredulous.
"We have discussed it," Altair said smoothly, "and we have found our way to settle the matter."
Malik studied his brother with interest. It was rare for Altair to act glib, and when he did, it usually meant the other sheikh had something to hide. Something that, while not evil in any way, one wouldn't normally expect for Altair to do...
And in this case, Malik, although he was never to know it, was absolutely correct.
Altair was already in the backseat of his limousine when he finally allowed his features to contort in a grimace. Khalil's sudden inquiry about the princess had definitely caught him off guard, and it was only thanks to his battle-honed control that he had kept himself from slipping up.
But while he trusted his brothers implicitly, and he understood the reason behind the king's concern, he just wasn't the fucking type to talk, and more so when that matter was involved.
Memories drifted into his mind, and the sheikh shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he felt his cock stir into life under his robe.