Sheikhs: Rich, powerful desert kings and the women who bring them to their knees... by Clare Connelly

Author:Clare Connelly [Connelly , Clare]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-06-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The gap in the trees was all he could see. A strange fog of rain had come in with the afternoon winds. The sun was shining and the sky was blue, but the drizzle was misting everything.

He should have been listening to his advisors, but he wasn’t.

He was staring at the gap in the trees, and he was thinking of Sally. She was his wife. And he was allowing her to behave as a guest in his palace. A bored, disinterested one at that.

She was being stubborn because he had told her love wouldn’t be a part of their union.

But that didn’t mean it couldn’t still be a good marriage.

What they’d shared before showed them to be compatible. He had enjoyed her company. He had loved spending time with her. He thought of her almost obsessively.

Suddenly, her presence in the room opposite was laughably ridiculous.

“Excuse me,” he murmured to his trade secretary. He didn’t pause to see the look of confused bemusement on the man’s face.

His stride was long and confident as he moved through their foyer. His knock on her door was perfunctory. He did not intend to wait for an invitation.

He pushed the door inwards to find Saaliyah sitting cross-legged on the floor, a book open on her lap, but her eyes closed. She was breathing deeply, and her face was peaceful. She looked so calm, in fact, that he immediately regretted bursting in on her. For at the sound of his entrance, she flashed her eyes towards the door and tensed.

His gut clenched.

“Hello,” he said, pausing just inside the door.

She flicked her book closed and stood, dusting her hands over her bottom before placing the novel on a side table.

“Hello,” she responded, and the wariness in her voice was another mark in his blood.

He had a thunderous look on his darkly handsome face and instantly the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.

“Is everything okay with Tasha?”

He nodded. “So far as I know.”

Sally exhaled slowly. “You looked worried. Or angry.” She frowned. “What is it?”

Her knowledge of his temperament frustrated him. How was it possible that she understood him so well after such a short time? He thrust his hands into his pockets. “I do not think it’s appropriate for you to continue in this room.”

Sally’s heart rate spiked almost unbearably. “You don’t?” She prompted, careful not to show any reaction until she understood exactly what he was getting at.

“You are my wife. It is time to start behaving like it.”

Two pink circles formed in her cheeks, but otherwise her face didn’t shift. “I didn’t realise I wasn’t.” Her eyes though couldn’t hide their emotion. She was hurt. Embarrassed. A vice-like band clamped around his chest. “I thought you wanted this level of … distance between us.”

“I told you last night; I want what we used to have.”

Sally nodded, but the Sally in her mind was shaking her head and shouting at the top of her lungs.

That would never be possible! She had spent that time getting to know Khalid and falling in love with him.

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