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You stared up at him. “Do you think it made them fall for one another even harder?”
He blinked, his face turning serious. “If what you’re really asking is am I happy without you wanting kids, then yes, angel, I am. You’re my sun and my stars. We’ve got all the time we need to have a family and—“
“I’m pregnant.”
He froze, and she followed suit, both of them standing like statues while everyone around them danced and jostled past. His eyes glittering, he croaked, “You’re not just saying that?”
She bit her bottom lip. “No. It’s true, Jamal. I haven’t taken birth control pills since you brought me back home. We’re having a baby.”
He whooped so loud everyone on the dance floor paused, their stares landing on Jamal and Yasmine. Leaning down and kissing her soundly, he released her to run through the crowd and toward the popstar, grabbing the microphone from her with a muttered apology.
The band stopped playing and Jamal’s gaze held Yasmine’s as he spoke into the microphone. “Everyone, I have an announcement to make.” A hush filled the ballroom before his voice rang out again. “As you know it’s not my birthday, it’s my beautiful wife’s. But it turns out Yasmine’s givenmethe best present in the world.” At the continued silence, he proclaimed loudly, “We’re having a baby!”
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The Sheikh’s Secret Mistress
She's a commoner, he's a powerful sheikh. Will she ever be good enough?
Jazmina Fadel might be praised for her beauty and for being mistress to the powerful Sheikh Fayez Al-Khan, but she can’t ever forget she came from a broken and destitute family. Not that Jazmina craves material wealth. A lovely house and a closet filled with designer clothes and jewelry means little when she desires her fairytale dream of a husband and children. And she won’t take a backseat while every eligible princess and sheikha in the Middle East vies for his attention and, ultimately, his hand in marriage.
Shiekh Fayez Al-Khan never meant to fall in love. He never even dreamed it possible for someone of his self-centered ways and lofty upbringing to believe in love at first sight. Not when there are scores of women willing to enact his every sexual urge. But although Jazmina has no pedigree, she is his every fantasy come to life. He won’t give her up. Not for anything or anyone. Not even for the wishes of his people who would see him wedded to the Sheikha of Lomada to strengthen their nations alliance. In the end though, will he have a choice?
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Chapter One of The Sheikh’s Secret Mistress
Jazmina Fadel stared into the mirror, indifferent to her stunning good looks. Once upon a time she’d felt blessed by what she’d been gifted, now she almost resented her full lips with their bright red lipstick, her inky-black hair with its natural waves, and her unusual violet eyes that revealed a heritage that wasn’t all Middle Eastern.
How would her lover Sheikh Fayez Al-Khan react if she blotted off her lipstick and the mascara that highlighted her best features? She stepped back to look critically at her lilac evening gown that clung to her slender curves and accentuated her eyes. What would he say if she opened the door to him wearing a shapeless black burqa?
Because clearly her beauty was all he cared about since he wasn’t making any plans to further their relationship.
How had the first six months of their relationship hit such dizzying heights when the next six had hit so many lows? She’d been thrilled when she’d caught Fayez’s attention, been on top of the world when their one night together had turned into four more before he’d surprised her with a two bedroom luxury condo complete with a closet full of clothes.
She exhaled softly, her eyes luminescent under the downlights. Tonight was their twelve month anniversary and her last hope that he’d take their relationship to the next level.
Just because three of his closest friends have married the love of their lives, it doesn’t mean he’ll do the same.
He seemed all too happy with their present arrangement. And why wouldn’t he be? As his mistress she gave him exclusive rights to her body…to her soul.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
She started at the sound. Though Fayez had purchased the condo he respected her privacy and never walked in without her permission. That she longed for him to do just that burned a hole in her chest.
Pfft.She was so desperate for a normal relationship it bordered on tragic.
Every woman she knew wanted the fairytale prince, and she hadn’t been any different. Now all she wanted was a regular man who’d want to commit. And therein lay the problem. It didn’t matter what he wanted, it only mattered what his people wanted. She had no pedigree. She wasn’t a princess or a sheikha. And Fayez’s people expected him to marry royalty, not a commoner mistress.
How many times had his name recently been linked with Princess Takima?
Jazmina’s throat tightened painfully, but she pasted a smile on her face as she grabbed her clutch purse and stalked out of her bathroom and through the lounge room. She didn’t even bother to glance at her gorgeous kitchen. She loved to bake, and recently she’d begun baking cookies and cakes for those homeless and less fortunate.
It was her little secret. Fayez wanted her wrapped in cotton wool at all times and undoubtedly believed she spent her days having facials while enjoying pedicures and manicures. He’d have no idea she knew her way around the kitchen.
He might lead a busy life, but he rarely stayed in with her other than to take her to bed. Instead he took her out for dinners and lunches, and occasionally to parties and events, presumably to show her off like one did a high class escort.
You’re his mistress. You’re no better than a whore. The only difference is that you don’t share your body with other men and you get a house and clothes along with the money.
