Page 4 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

This man is the quintessential embodiment of a tall, dark, and handsome stranger.

Ebony-black hair.

Bronze skin.

And rock-hard abs, as evinced by the fact that he's "allowed" the sheets to fall to his waist.

He'sbeautiful,no doubt about it.

But Jamieson's 1.5 million followers on Instagram will be quick to say my boyfriend is just as beautiful, albeit in a tall, blond, good-boy-next-door kind of way.

Where looks are concerned, there's nothing to complain about with either of them, but then...

I've always known my problem hasn't anything to do with how Jamieson looks.

Rather, it's something else.

But it's something I've never been able to explain.

Until now.

Because there is something about this man my mind has conjured—-

There's something about him that's different—-

Something...that I no longer have the time to figure out, now that someone's started banging loudly on the door.

"Alysse? Are you in there? Answer me!"

My gaze flies back and forth between the door and the stranger who has yet to say a word.

"Alysse! What's going on? Open the door!"

And that's when I realize I have it all wrong, oh God.

"I'm going to look for someone...oh God, Alysse, please be okay."

There are two voices outside the room now.

My boyfriend Jamieson, who sounds furious, and Rebecca, whose tone is distraught.

It's all I can manage to absorb since 99% of my attention is still trained onhim.

Who apparently is no dream.

Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick.

"W-Who are you?"

Hearing the panic threading through my voice only makes me feel hysterical-—

"I could ask you the same thing myself."

—-and even more so when the stranger answers me so, socalmly.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

I think Jamieson's trying to kick the door down or something.

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