Page 10 of Sheikh's Pregnant Fiancée

A fresh wave of panic fell over her. She was having a baby. An actual baby. It was supposed to grow and come out and learn to walk and talk and feed itself and become a useful member of society.

Half the time, Aubrey didn’t feel she was a useful member of society. And now she was growing a baby.

Stupid.

“Aubrey? You’re spacing out again. Are you sure you’re up for this? I know you’re really upset about the vineyard and more than a little jetlagged. If you need to stay home and cry, I’ll cancel the party, and we can spend the whole night drinking wine.”

No, Aubrey thought miserably. There will be no drinking wine.

“I’m good. Just tired. Really. I can’t wait to see the new restaurant.”

They were late, and a group of ten were already seated. Gwen made introductions, since the only people Aubrey had met before were Callista and her twin, Asha. Although they were identical, both stunning beauties, they were very different. Asha had nothing to do with the university, but she and Callista were close. Gwen could not invite one sheikha without inviting the other.

Not that she minded. Gwen often talked about how much she enjoyed when Asha came to the university.

“It’s my fault we’re late. My plane was delayed,” Aubrey explained hastily as they sat down.

After they ordered, they chatted until their food arrived. Aubrey stuck to water, citing jet lag as her reason for not wanting to drink. When their food arrived, Hysani came out personally to boast about how he’d cooked it.

Asha and Callista both rolled their eyes, and he wedged himself in between the twins to rib them.

Aubrey hadn’t known that he was close to the sheikhas. It seemed that Hysani knew everyone.

Excusing herself to the bathroom, Aubrey rose just as the doors opened and a dozen men streamed in, all wearing suits.

Business meeting?

Then she caught a look underneath their jackets and froze.

Business meetings didn’t usually require guns.

The men exchanged rapid Arabic. Hysani, Callista, and Asha all rose. The other patrons, including Gwen, all bowed their heads.

Jarah walked in after them, his gaze trained on her.

Her eyes widened. She had planned on giving herself at least a week to settle back in before asking Hysani for his contact information. She’d landed five hours ago.

Everyone stared at them.

“Hi,” she said stupidly and glanced at the armed men. “You really know how to make an entrance.”

“Aubrey!” Gwen hissed. “That’s Jarah.”

“I know who he is,” Aubrey whispered loudly back.

“Brother,” Callista said in puzzlement, “what are you doing here? And why did you bring all the guards?”

“Brother?” Aubrey echoed and swiveled her head back to him. He still hadn’t said anything. Just stared at her coldly. The man standing in front of her hardly looked like the man who’d taken her so passionately on the rooftop overlooking the kingdom. “Jarah…?”

“Aubrey!” Gwen looked almost scandalized. “That is Jarah Ramzi, crown prince of Rihamel.”

Crown prince. Aubrey’s brain short-circuited as she stared at him.

She’d left him outside when he’d commanded her to open the door. She’d cried in front of him. She’d….

She’d made a baby with him.

“Oh…shit.”

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