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Fayez wasn’t too proud to admit he enjoyed the best of everything. His private residences, his fleet of rare cars, his Arabian racehorses, his many businesses.
His mistress.
Her lungs constricted, spots for a moment dancing in her vision. Why did it hurt so much that he adored her good looks? It should make her happy, but what was the point of it all if he didn’t also appreciate her inner beauty?
She shook her head, her fake smile faltering. He deserved his success. He worked hard and played harder. That she was his plaything never ceased to equally amaze and alarm her. He might be fixated on her for now but how much longer could she reasonably expect it to last?
She scraped a hand through the waves of her loose hair. She had to stop thinking about the future and instead live in the moment. She’d always dressed and acted the part of flawless and picture-perfect mistress for the great and renowned Sheikh of Abnia, and she wasn’t about to stop now.
She opened the door and her breath caught as Fayez stood waiting for her in a charcoal gray, tailored suit. She swallowed hard. No matter if he wore a thobe or western clothes he was gorgeous, his style as effortless as his business acumen.
He smiled, his glittering dark eyes sweeping over her in quick appraisal. “Gorgeous as always, Jazmina.”
She lifted her head for the slow and tender kiss he always bestowed on her before they faced the outside world together. The slow, lingering kiss in the foyer’s elevator as it then swept them to the ground floor was also a routine that she enjoyed far too much. Perhaps because it took her mind off her doubts as much as it reminded her their passion hadn’t died.
They truly were good together.
He pulled back and nuzzled her ear, his voice husky and echoing inside the elevator as he murmured, “I’m so tempted to take you right here, right now.”
A shaft of need pulsed through her and she tipped her head back as he pressed heated kisses along her throat, intoxicating her further. Dear Lord, he was a drug and she was an addict, wanting more of him despite a future without him in it.
She was still reeling and all but propped up by the powerful strength of his arm when they stepped into the ground level foyer. Cameras immediately flashed and Fayez stiffened before he managed a smile, shielded her from the media as he escorted her across luxury carpeted floors and through automated glass fronted doors that slid silently open.
It wasn’t until they were in the back of a dark sedan and their driver merged the sedan into the traffic that Fayez growled through his teeth, “I can’t have reporters just showing up in the same building where you live. They’re like vultures waiting for prey. I’ll beef up security and—“
“No.” She shook her head. “No security, please. It will only attract more attention.”
“Jaz, I can’t risk—“
“I can take care of myself.” She didn’t need to tell him she’d been doing it long before she’d met him, scarcely more than a girl on the verge of womanhood with everything against her except for her looks. “I always said I wanted to live a normal life outside of yours. Only when I’m with you do I accept that normal isn’t ever going to be an option.”
He winced, then nodded and said, “I understand.”
So why did the hard line of his jaw tell her that he wasn’t going to yield to her? She clasped one side of his face, the bristles of his beard scratchy yet soft. She loved touching him. “Do you?” she asked softly.
He looked at her, his eyes pained. Then he blinked and all trace of emotion was gone. “I just…don’t want to see you hurt.”
She bit back a sharp laugh. It was a little too late for that. Oh, she might be happy now, but her heart would be crushed the moment he chose to walk away and move onto someone else.
“I’ll be fine,” she lied, smiling at him before she reached up to kiss him.
He groaned into her mouth, and she slipped the tip of her tongue between his full, sexy lips, tasting the faint undertones of premium whiskey as he deepened the kiss with a rumbling growl.
Her heart gave a sudden wrench. God, she was going to miss kissing him, almost as much as she was going to miss him sliding his hands up and down her body while he thrust his hips forward and his hard cock filled her.
The car slowed and pulled over, the restaurant they often frequented coming in to view. He drew back, his dark eyes snaring hers. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
She grinned saucily and nodded at the bulge in his pants. “I have a fair idea.”
It was, after all, why she was with him. And why he kept her. Their passion was explosive, addicting, but the moment that passion dried up, if not before, was the moment he’d leave.
Unless he proposes tonight.
The insidious whisper filled her with hope. Who knew what might happen on their first year anniversary? Fayez was his own man. He didn’t need to heed his advisors wishes, or listen to his people for that matter, not when it came to marriage.
She was a little less anxious when they approached their favorite, intimate table, where Fayez pulled out her chair and she sat with a smile of thanks. She loved that though he was a sheikh, he was also a gentleman. A powerful and ruthless man whose gentler side captivated her, making her want him all the more.
A drinks waiter approached and Fayez smiled at Jazmina and asked, “The usual?”
