13 Zayed

13

Zayed

God, what the fuck was I doing? Getting a handy from her of all people in my bathroom?

But I would not regret it. I had been in my own dark thoughts since I heard the news of her engagement. Or the possible engagement. I knew since we were kids that there would never be things between us. She came from a reputed family while I was an orphan. She would not settle for a Sheikh who earned the title just because he was a close friend of the sultan and a prince. I knew that, but the reality of her upcoming engagement still sucked.

The absurd thought of her getting married and having princely babies with that jerk made me want to throw something. Anything. But then she had appeared, looking exhausted with bags under her eyes and looking at me like I was all-for-free buffet.

Which, I admit, I was for her.

Just her.

And somehow, despite the gnawing ache in my heart, I wanted to help her soothe off the stress of solving the mystery murder. Of course, I could just tell her I helped R