Page 38 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

My love.

She was a vision in silver silk, and while he couldn't recall seeing anything more beautiful—-

What the hell is she doing here?

And what the hell is she wearing?

A muscle also started ticking in his jaw at the way her sweet plump breasts were just one misstep away from spilling out of their confines.

The fuck am I going to do now?

He used to have little patience for men who struggled with indecision.

And as for men who were unable to think on their feet, Zahir had dismissed them as pathetic.

But it seemed as if God was now teaching him a lesson on humility, with Zahir rendered immobile and just fucking clueless as he watched her walk towards him.

My love.

That was all he could think.

My love.

And all he could do was stare.

My love.

His brothers-in-arms suddenly converged around him, and the identical grimness of their expressions told Zahir that they had already figured out what was happening.

"We'll buy you as much time as we can," Nassif said quietly.

"Whatever you need from us," his twin promised, "consider it done."

Haydar clapped a hand over Zahir's back."Fiat voluntas Dei."

The three men slipped away, and Zahir struggled to keep his face impassive even as his chest tightened with a fierce rush of emotion.

All his life...

He had been used to working alone.

Depending only on himself.

And keeping everyone, including his brothers-in-arms, at arm's length.

But ever since God had used Alysse to open his eyes, and Zahir had learned to get past his pride and ask for his friends' help—-

Thank You.

Because only now was Zahir able to truly and fully appreciate the priceless gift of their friendship and loyalty.

For to help him tonight was to also knowingly risk their lives—-

And not one of them had hesitated to do so.

Thank You.

Never again would he take their loyalty for granted, and that was why—-

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