Page 20 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

"May I know how you wish to be addressed?"

"Just..."

"Understood, Ms. Just."

"Oh, that's not—-"

"May I ask for Sheikh Zahir's passcode?"

Did I just hear him address Zahir as...Sheikh?

"If he's asking you for the passcode, tell him the eagle remains in his territory."

"Passcode accepted," Michael confirms even without me having to repeat a single word. "May I ask for five seconds to process your request?"

"I...yes."A sheikh. Is Zahir really a sheikh?

"Access obtained."

And that's when I see the security camera right above us actually turn in our direction.

"Presence of Sheikh Zahir Al-Harbi confirmed."

Oh God, he really is a sheikh!

"Is there anything else, Ms. Just?"

I look at Zahir.

"Tell him that's all."

"Understood, Ms. Just. It was our pleasure to serve."

I hand Zahir back his phone in a daze.

"Is that proof enough?"

I open my mouth, but it's my stomach that ends up growling in answer.

Chapter Seven

I REGRET CHOOSING HISroom as soon as we reach it. I should've known a sheikh like him would be occupying the penthouse suite, and the more I look around, the more I feel like shrinking back from reality.

Jamieson's lifestyle as a reality TV star has always made me uncomfortable, but this...

This display of wealth doesn't even seem real.

I didn't even know a hotel suite can come withtwostories' worth of living space.

Or its own pool.

And even agrandpiano in its indoor living room.

Because it has, you know,anotherliving room outdoors.

This scale of luxury is beyond my comprehension, and it doesn't just make me feel out of place. To be surrounded by such wealth makes him seem like he's living on a completely different planet from mine—-

"Do you want anything in particular?"

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