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"What kind of chance? A chance to forget you?" I ask numbly.
He suddenly lets go, and I'm left feeling empty and scared.
"Do you really not know?" he demands.
I shake my head, and frustration flashes in his eyes.
"How can you not know—-?"
The growl in his voice makes me raise my own voice."Why don't you just tell me—-"
"Because you looked genuinely happy with him," the sheikh snarls. "Seeing you with him made me realize I might've taken advantage of your inexperience by sweeping you off your feet, but if you were given a chance to think things over, you would choose him over me."
I can only look at him now, torn once again between laughing and crying.
Oh, this sheikh and his choices.
It always has to be a choice with him, but...as cheesy as this sounds, and I know this doesn't sound like me at all, but...doesn't he realize that our hearts are born knowing whom they're beating for from the very start?
"I saw how you were with him," the sheikh says broodingly. "You smile and laugh with him in a way that you've never had with me."
"I've known him for years," I protest.
"And there's the way you look at that boy," Sheikh Saif grates out. "You think he'skind, don't you?"
"Because he is!"
"And what about me?" he growls. "Do you not think I can be kind, too?"
"Um..."
Shit.
What can I say without having to lie?
How can I say he's kind when we started off the wrong foot, and within the first twenty-four hours of meeting him, I've had myself held at gunpoint, blackmailed, and made to orgasm against my will?
"Well..."
The sheikh's jaw clenches. "It's fine. You don't—-"
Sheikh Saif stops speaking when I tiptoe and cover his mouth with my hand.
"No, you'renotkind."
A muscle starts ticking in his jaw, and a smile wobbles over my lips.
"Far from it, actually—-"
The sheikh's fingers curl around my wrist, and I know I have to finish what I have to say in a hurry.
"But listen to this, sheikh!"
The fierceness of my tone grabs his attention.
"If I wanted someone kind, don't you think I'd be his girlfriend by now—-" A whimper escapes me when the sheikh still manages to get my hand off his mouth...but only so he can give my fingers a sweet, punishing little nip.
"Do you know why I came here?" I ask breathlessly.
