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“No. Well, perhaps it’s expedited my timeline a little. I was going to slowly win you back and then propose, but now, I figure we can get married, and I’ll spend the rest of our lives making all this up to you.”
She pretended to think about it. “I like the sound of that. How would you make it up to me, exactly?”
“Well, there would be a lot of this,” he dipped his head forward and crushed his mouth against hers. She felt her body convulse in response to the need he never failed to arouse. “Your body will be the temple at which I worship, for all time.” He promised.
“Benedict, I could never have imagined this would work out for us,” she said, and another tear crept down her face. He caught it with the pad of his thumb.
“In my wildest dreams, I didn’t think it would either. My dear, sweet Cassandra, fate must have been smiling down on me the night I met you.”
She tucked her head against his broad chest, and she felt she was truly home. A thought struck her. “What are you going to do about the jewellery?”
He tucked an arm around her shoulders and squeezed tight. “I’m going to clear your name.” The fierceness in his voice made her heart trip over. “But I will protect Nanny Kline, too. She will not be implicated.”
“I am getting sick of having everyone think I’m a thief,” she admitted slowly. “It seems like the ultimate act of a spoilt rich girl, to steal when I already had so much.”
“You didn’t steal. And, as you very wisely pointed out to me, you had money, but not love, which makes you quite poor in terms of what matters.”
“Not anymore,” she said happily. “Now I feel like the wealthiest woman in the world. You, and our baby. Almost too much love to bear.”
THE END.
Following is an excerpt from BOUGHT BY THE SHEIKH by Clare Connelly. It’s available to purchase in the amazon e-store.
BOUGHT BY THE SHEIKH
Clare Connelly
All the characters in this book are fictitious and have no existence outside the author’s imagination. They have no relation to anyone bearing the same or names and are pure invention.
All rights rese
rved. The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be reprinted by any means without permission of the Author.
The illustration on the cover of this book features model/s and bears no relation to the characters described within.
First published 2014
(c) Clare Connelly
Photo credit: dollarphotoclub.com / Andrey Saprykin
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PROLOGUE
Zayn clicked on Julia’s name impatiently, his raven black hair glistening in the early evening sunlight. The flight from America to his home country of Naman was long, and kept him out of the loop for far longer than he liked. Besides that, the latest company he was in the process of acquiring had turned out to have a surprisingly diverse asset list, and it had taken his full concentration to decipher the complex information.
But now, in the comfort of his limousine, being luxuriously conveyed to his city palace, he waited for the communication from Julia to open. He had admitted to no one, least of all himself, how he lived and breathed for her emails.
It was ridiculous. In the six months since meeting her, he’d reached a state of almost perpetual distraction. He thought of little but her, and every nerve ending was taught, waiting for her scheduled trip to his country.
