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You have two minutes.
I click on the message, and the photo attached below shows the restaurant's posh-looking ladies' room.
Be just a second late...
The message comes with another attachment, and this time the photo shows me in the sheikh's room, my eyes closed in pleasure while he fucks me with his tongue.
Shit, shit, shit!
Hal looks at me in surprise when I jump out of my chair like my ass is on fire. "Everything okay?"
"I...um...I think I have my period?"
Hal's eyes widen. "Uh...right. Do you need me to—-"
I grab my purse and force myself to smile. "I'll be right back."
"Sure, take your time." Hal looks concerned, and that only makes me hate myself even more. I really need to set things straight between us a.s.a.p., but in the meantime—-
The ladies' room is empty when I step inside, but I'm not buying it for a second, and my heart just pounds harder and faster as I force myself to move forward.
There are four cubicles total, and unlike most toilets, these ones have ceiling-to-floor doors made of frosted glass. There's no way to see what's going on inside, and if I remember correctly, it's also totally soundproof.
I use my foot to nudge the first door open, but it's empty, and the second one is, too. But before I'm able to check the third cubicle, the door has already opened on its own—-
Shiiiiiiit!
The sheikh manages to haul me inside even as I'm struggling to get away, and my heart leaps to my throat when I hear him lock the door.
"What do you think you're doing?" I hiss under my breath.
"I should be the one to ask you that," the sheikh growls back. "Don't you remember who you belong to?"
Wetness instantly pools between my legs at the words, but I force myself to ignore it. "I don't belong to anyone, butyoudo. You're already engaged—-"
"Exactly."
The smoothness of his tone makes me want to cry...and kick him in the balls at the same time.
How can he say I belong to him while telling me in the same breath that I'm not wrong about his engagement?
Does he really think it won't matter to me?
Does he think he can make me want him so much I won't mind sharing?
I've had enough, dammit.
I try pushing the sheikh away, but his rock-hard body doesn't even budge an inch.
"Get out of my way—-"
"Not until you promise me to end things with him."
Oh, the gall of him to ask that!
I glare up at him, snarling, "It's none of your business who I go out with—-"
"Then you leave me no choice."
