Page 120 of Her Improper Desire


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Epilogue

Ember carefully placedLucky in his cozy little bed, which was now a custom-designed creation since Ilyas believed in buying only the best things in life for their "firstborn".

Hehehe.

She knew she was acting like an idiot again, but every time she remembered the demon prince actually using that very word when referring to their cute little kitty—-

Hehehe.

He said it every time actually, and Ember tried not to laugh out loud when she remembered the way Ilyas' brothers had reacted upon hearing it for the first time.

'What did you say?'Rashad had sputtered.

'You have a child?'Saif had growled out.

'Fuck! Who's the mother?'Khadem had demanded.

'Ember, of course.'And Ilyas had then showed them their little kitty.'Say hi to your uncles, Lucky.'

As Lucky obediently meowed while sleepily rubbing his eyes, the other Huznan princes had stared at Ilyas like he had completely lost his mind, but her royal bosshole hadn't given a fuck.

Hehehe.

Ember was still feeling secretly giddy at how adorable the sheikh could be even after leaving their "firstborn" to his cat nanny, but all of her good vibes disappeared as soon as she entered the ballroom.

Holy shit!

Tonight was yet another official engagement in which hundreds of guests were invited (and afterwards made to sign an NDA prior to entering the ballroom), and as always, the demon prince had women circled around him like a pack of she-wolves, and he appeared this close to losing his temper.

Ember barely made it in time, and she was able to plant herself in front of the sheikh just as he was about to open his mouth and say something that was likely ungentlemanly, undiplomatic, and everything un- that wouldn't do their kingdom's bid for a "modern" and "civilized" image any good.

"I'm so very sorry, Your Highness, but a European ambassador wishes to speak to you." It was a lie of course, but it was a plausible-sounding lie, and that was all that mattered as Ember now had the right to whisk Ilyas away before those poor girls figured out that the sheikh wasnotthe gentle and charming prince they thought him to be.

"You should have just told them you were my girlfriend," Ilyas muttered under his breath.

"Wouldn't you be so lucky?"

Ilyas glared down at his secretary,akathe-woman-who-refused-to-let-the-public-know-she-was-now-dating-her-boss.

"How long will this fucking punishment last?"

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