Page 34 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

"Not at all."

"It's just I really need your help—-"

"Of course—-"

"—-as a billionaire's wife?"

"Not."

"Please,professor."

"Are you in debt?" the professor asks soberly.

I quickly shake my head. "It's not that."

"Oh, then..."

"There's someone you might know. Or someone who's a friend of a friend."

Her brows furrow. "Aren't you dating the reality star—-"

"We broke up."

The confusion in her eyes instantly into sympathy. "I'm so sorry, Alysse." Her genuine concern catches me off guard, and it's only when she hands me a box of tissues that I realize I've already started crying.

"I'm s-so sorry..."

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

Her gentle tone destroys whatever self-control I have left, and everything comes tumbling out.

"It's a-all just a mess, P-Professor...and it's a-all m-my f-fault..."

It's as if a heavy burden has been lifted off my shoulders by the time I leave her office, and with the professor playing my fairy godmother, she's also arranged for her own chauffeur-driven limousine to take me to where my heart is.

And that'sParadijs.

It's one of those hush-hush playgrounds exclusively built for the world's rich and famous, and I feel out of place as soon as I step inside. Everyone looks so incredibly posh, and even the club employees look like millionaires themselves.

I'm all ready to be judged and found wanting when I find the courage to approach the front desk, but the man behind the counter simply smiles.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Duvall. Welcome to Paradijs. Mrs. Leventis has already informed us of your needs. It will be our utmost pleasure to be of service to you."

"Oh, um—-"

A woman in her late twenties suddenly pops by my side. "Hello, Ms. Duvall. I'm Shirley, and I'll be your personal assistant for today. Shall we?"

"We...shall?"

And so off we go to...a salon?

I turn to her in surprise. "I don't think—-"

"Mrs. Leventis provided very specific instructions, Ms. Duvall."

"But—-"

"Very, very specific," she emphasizes, "and it is Paradijs' strict policy to meet our members' every request." Shirley smiles at me again and gestures to one of the vacant seats in the salon. "Shall we?"

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