Page 8 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

"I'm sorry about this," I apologize unevenly instead. "I don't know how we ended up here."

"Do you remember anything about last night?" he asks.

"Nothing."

I want to ask him the same thing, but I can't.

Because I realize I'm afraid to hear what he has to say...

In case he does remember anything.

"She called you Alysse. Is that your name?"

I nod.

"And those two?"

"Rebecca—-"

"A friend of yours?"

"She's Jamieson's PA."

He raises a brow. "He needs a PA?"

"He's f-famous."

"For being a prick?"

Hurt wells up inside of me. "Please don't call him that."

"Did you miss the part of him wanting to beat you up?"

"Iknowwhat he did was wrong. I just don't think there's any point in calling him that."

Golden eyes narrow at me. "How long have you two been dating?"

I'm tempted to tell him to mind his own business, but then I see the gunstillwithinhisreach—-

"Since high school."

—-and I remember that a little loss of privacy is better than losing one's neck.

"But you still haven't had sex."

"Sir!"

"And the other woman?"

Is there something wrong with my face? Am I not expressing my shock and indignation clearly enough?

"Has she always been that obvious about her feelings for your ex?"

"He's not—-"Wait. Did he just say Rebecca had the hots for Jamieson?

"Never mind. Your face says it all."

So now he notices what's on my face when it suits him?

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