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When he's all done, Sheikh Saif reaches for my skirt before smoothing the fabric down my thighs, and I pray to God that's the end of it.
But it's not.
When he straightens up to his full height, I lift my gaze just in time to see the sheikh wipe a drop of cum off the corner of his lip.
A dream,I desperately try to convince myself, but then the sheikh's golden eyes lock with mine as he licks the creamy bit off his finger, and I know I'm just fooling myself.
How can I think this is just a dream when seeing that has made my whole body come alive, and I now find myself yearning for more?
You've lost your mind, Seven!
He offers his hand to help me up, but the confusing swirl of emotions inside of me makes me slap his hand away, and I get to my feet on my own.
"Can I go now?"
Instead of answering, the sheikh bends down...and that's when I see him take my panties off the floor.
"Give me—-" I reach one hand out, but it's the sheikh who pushes my hand away this time. He does so gently, I'll give him that at least, but we both know it's payback for what I did earlier. He even waits until our gazes meet...just before smirking right at my face as he shoves my panties into his pocket.
Shit!
I know I can sue him for harrassment, but since he can also sue me for trespassing—-
"This makes us all even, right?" And because I don't want to get into trouble with him again, I add grudgingly, "Your Highness."
The sheikh's golden eyes turn hooded as he studies me, but I manage to keep still and stare at him like what just happened between us is already a thing of the past.
Another minute passes, and I decide to take matters into my own hands.
"I'll take that as a yes, Your Highness." I bow without meeting his eyes, and I turn around without looking back.
A part of me wonders if he'd stop me from leaving, but I don't hear him move even as the door closes behind me.
This obviously means the sheikh has also written me off as a thing of the past, and that's absolutely fine. I am not going to waste a second of my life thinking about what-ifs. The sooner I forget the royal SOB, the better...and that's why I find myself making another stupid mistake even before the day is over.
Chapter Three
