Page 21 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

And there's no better proof of this than me shaking my head in response, and Zahir then interpreting this as a good enough reason to ordereverythingon the breakfast menu.

"I...I just said I can eat anything," I stammer out.

"That's why I ordered everything."

Is he really not aware of how crazy he sounds?

"Now..."

Zahir folds his length on the massive couch facing the sliding doors of the balcony and crooks a finger in my direction. "Come to me, please."

No,my brain urges me to say.

Tell himno,you donotwant to go to him.

But my body has other ideas, with his touch having enslaved my flesh.

My brain mourns every step I take toward him, but I'm like a puppet on strings, and—-aaaah.

A single yank has me tumbling onto his lap, and it's as if he doesn't even notice me struggling as he rearranges my limbs until I find myself straddling him like an equestrienne on her stallion.

"T-This—-" I can't even meet his eyes or string words together in my embarrassment.

"Yes?"

"T-This is n-not right," I finally manage to sputter.

"You are already my wife—-"

His...wife?

"And when you consider the liberties I've taken with your body—-"

I try covering my ears, but Zahir only chuckles as he pulls my hands down.

"Do you not think it is far too late for modesty?"

"No!"

"But it is."

"Well, I...I disagree!"

"Tell me,habibti.Do you know anything of my kingdom?"

The unexpected question catches me off guard, and I end up stammering out the truth.

"Not much?"

"Give it a try."

"I...um...remember that the Crown Prince married his American stepsister?"

"That's a good start."

I purse my lips together...because his approving tone makes me want to dance around like a puppy that has just been praised by her master.

"Do you happen to recall any of the trouble she initially encountered?"

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