I’ll have fond memories of a passionate encounter, but I won’t get the illusion in my heart that there could be a future for us.
I get up from my bed happy with my decision.
I carefully choose the outfit I’ll wear today. I don’t know when I’ll put my plans into action, but I can at least tease him.
Zoe told me that after what happened yesterday, the Sheikh is probably expecting me to look sad and needy like all the women he’s been with.
However, they didn’t have a plan—I do.
I will give Kamal the same he’s willing to offer: my body. But with a new deadline.
Perhaps the time has come for the Sheikh, who’s used to having everything at his disposal, to taste his own medicine.
Chapter 15
After managing to get rid of a very drunk Danna the night before, I asked one of my bodyguards to discreetly get her out of the party and escort her home.
She’s certainly not the most lovable person in the world, but it’s also not really her style to get drunk in public, or we would never have gotten involved.
It must have been a slip-up. Given her father’s position, though, the situation could have turned into a scandal of epic proportions.
However, the deplorable behavior merely irritated me. What worried me was the impact of her words on young Madeline’s mind.
It’s not the first time in my life that the past and present have collided, but it’s the first time it’s mattered to me.
It took me a few seconds to find out that Madeline had left with Zarif, and a sensation I had never experienced before corroded my stomach like acid.
Jealousy. Not just possessiveness but jealousy.
First it was only desire, but now that I have tasted the sweetness of her lips, felt her sexy body pressed against mine,and been responsible for her moans of pleasure, the fire of lust, previously just a flame, spread, demanding that I make her mine.
I hold the letter opener that belonged to my father, lost in memories of the past.
A few years ago, I was deceived about the person I was going to marry, and it hurt me much deeper than I like to admit. It determined the way I live my life now.
And worst of all: I haven’t obtained the answers I need to finally have closure.
Now, after a long time, I have found someone I desire to the point of considering changing the rules of my own game.
As if my thoughts called to her, I hear two knocks on the door, and the woman who has the power to ignite my blood steps in.
I assess her from head to toe.
If,on the day she came to work wearing the tempting pink dress, she wasn’t sure she would meet me, today she definitely knew. It was Friday.
Especially because we will be traveling to Turkey tomorrow.
Madeline is wearing a dress the color of red wine. At first glance, it looks like nothing special. However, two things immediately catch my attention: it is very feminine, with a wide, flared skirt that falls to the knee, exposing her arms as well, and the fact that it is one of the pieces I gave her as a gift.
I scan her at a leisurely pace, paying attention to her feet clad in black high heels, lingering on her exposed legs before shifting up to her hips, her flat abdomen, and the breasts I felt pressed against my chest last night as she moaned into my mouth.
And finally, I reach her face—a face that deserves to be immortalized by a sculptor, perfect as it is.
I can’t explain what makes her so irresistible to me. I’ve had a significant number of women in my life, and none of them put me in such a frenzy of desire like the woman who I now know hasn’t been touched before.
Perhaps it’s her innocence?
It’s a question I’ve been asking myself at night, but I still don’t have an answer. The only thing I know is that every time we’re in the same vicinity, I want to mark her skin with my teeth and lips. Claim her naturally pink mouth as mine, touch her, hear her say my name.
