Page 116 of The Billionaire's Timed Wife

Without him saying a word, I start moving against his hand, riding it while hurriedly unzipping his pants.

I kneel on the chair to tease him but nearly faint when he pulls me down onto his lap, thrusting into me without warning.

“So wet,” he murmurs.

Now that he’s inside me, he doesn’t give me what I want, refusing to let me ride him.

“You’re driving me crazy, my sheikh.”

He grins, his hips meeting mine in slow, deliberate thrusts. “Not yet,habibti,” he says. “But that’s the plan.”

Two days later

“We’ll be waiting for you in two weeks,” my mother says before boarding our family’s jet, “and you too, Jazmina.”

Every time she’s gone to Germany to visit Konrad, my husband has sent her on his private jet. At first, she was embarrassed, but later she understood that’s just how Kaled is. He has this need to protect and take care of those he loves.

Her last medical exam, a few months ago, showed she’s cancer-free. Of course, we’ll always live with that sword hanging over our heads, alert to any sign of its return, but I prefer to believe she’ll finally be able to live without fear.

“I wouldn’t miss that wedding for anything, Daisy,” my friend says, smiling. “And from there, I head straight to England. I can’t believe I’m finally going to study abroad!”

“You know you can call us anytime, right?” Mom asks. “Germany is closer than Rheadur, and whatever you need, I’ll be there in a heartbeat. You’re like a daughter to me. The way you’ve cared for my girl all these years would make me love you even if you weren’t already the wonderful person you are.”

“Thank you, but I doubt that’ll be necessary. Does anyone really think Kaled won’t assign fifty thousand bodyguards to me? I’m pretty sure if I sneeze in London, someone in Rheadur will say ‘bless you.’”

I shake my head, laughing, but I can’t deny she’s probably right. “Mom, Kaled sends his apologies for not being here to say goodbye, but he said he’ll call you tonight.”

“That’s all right. I know how busy he is. What I really want is one more kiss from this handsome grandson of mine.”

Tajj is nothing like me—he’s a born charmer. The moment he hears his grandmother’s voice, he starts bouncing in my arms, eager to go to her.

“You already got his passport, right?” she asks for the hundredth time today.

“Yes, relax. Your grandson will be at the wedding in a little suit and tie.”

“Oh, my God! Don’t say that. I won’t be able to leave.”

I laugh. “Your fiancé must be counting the hours, Mrs. Daisy,” I tease. “Don’t worry, Mom. We’ll be fine.” I know every time she leaves, her heart is heavy with worry.

“I won’t rest until that man is caught and punished,” she says, meaning my father.

Me neither, I agree silently, not wanting to upset her.

Berlin, Germany

Two weeks later

“What’s going on, Jazmina? You’re pacing so much you’re going to wear a hole in the floor.”

“What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“Because I know you. You’re fidgety, and every time you look at me, you look away. You’re making me nervous.”

We’ve been in Germany for three days, and although we had a lovely time at Mom’s civil wedding the day before yesterday, followed by a small dinner with Konrad’s relatives, Jazmina has been on edge since breakfast this morning.

Kaled rented the top two floors of a luxury hotel, including the presidential suite, for me, him, and our son, while Jazmina accepted my mother’s invitation to stay at Konrad’s house.

I thought it best for us to stay at the hotel because it would’ve caused a scene in my new stepfather’s neighborhood to show up with the absurd number of bodyguards assigned to protect us.