3ValeriaMy body quivered with an adrenaline rush when he ended the call. A giddy grin tugged on my lips as I let out fits of giggle, covering my mouth. “I can’t believe you just did that!” I remember how I had called him by his first name. A Prince! AhhhhhI fell on the sheets of the bed that felt like how I imagined clouds would feel like. Extremely soft and warm. My red hair splayed across the huge pillows where I planted my face and let out excited squeals. I was acting like a teenage girl who got asked out by her crush for the prom night. Not a twenty-six-year-old tycoon and founder of Delicate Dew, a perfume brand, I had started after graduating with a bachelor’s degree in business and no job offerings because I was visually impaired. “Valeria!” Startled by Benjamin, my loyal guardian, seeing me acting out like that made me roll over. Unfortunately, it caused me to tangle my legs in the blanket and fall over on the other side of the bed, causing a very loud thump as my head
4ValeriaDrink this. I’ll take care of you.Sh, it’s okay, Valeria. Fuck, you’re so hot. It’s okay, a few more—I woke up with a gasp. Memories of that night playing in my head. The scent of cheap beers, the stench of smoke, the thick air. Sweat sheeted my body as I sighed, running my hands through my pajamas, feeling the satin bedsheets underneath me. I clutched the pillow and bit my lip when I made sure I had my underwear on. Thank God. “You are safe, Valeria,” I muttered to myself. “It has been a decade. You are safe. I am safe. I am okay.” I laid back on the bed, asking Siri for the time. It was half past midnight. That meant I would meet Khalid in a few hours. Cuddling my pillow, I played his latest interview, falling asleep to his deep voice whispering in my ear, soothing me. ***I was a little nervous after sending the text to Brandon. Rejecting his idea to meet up for another date. I reminded myself that I had to do it. I wasn’t attracted to him and after the time at hi
5KhalidI let out a sharp exhale, my body clenching with need and pleasure. I watched with half-lidded eyes as my hand stroked the velvety skin of my cock, moving it back and forth with firm pressure. Warm palettes of water pattered across my broad shoulders, the muscles on my body tensing with pure lust. The deltoids of my muscular back moved when I leaned on the tile across me, squeezing my eyes shut. Instantly, my mind flashed with images of the stunning red-haired woman who had captured my mind, body and soul within one meeting. Valeria Dunne. “Valeria,” I groaned out, my husky voice echoing in the empty bathroom. In my mind, I hadn’t been a gentleman and walked her home. No, I had captured her soft palm on my thigh and trailed it upwards. To make her feel how fucking hard her one touch had made me. She would gasp as I would use her hand to stroke myself over my pants, the friction causing me to groan her name and embrace her lips in a heated kiss. There would be no one but u
6KhalidI noticed the bus stop close to the gallery and held her close as I led her towards it. I felt a little guilty for stopping her from enjoying in the rain, but the carefree look on her face still remained. My eyes averted to the couple of drunk men leering at women as they passed by. My hold tightened on Valeria’s hand, the sound of rain falling on the ground and her cane tapping surrounding us. “Look at that wet little thing,” one of the men whistled, walking towards us. They blocked our path. Two of his friends surrounding us, reeking of cheap beer.Valeria pressed closer to me, my hand tightening as I felt how tense her body had become. She was afraid. Her icy fingers squeezed mine as she whispered, “Let’s go, Khalid.”“You heard the lady.” I eyed the three men. “Let us pass.”But they were too drunk to process what I said as one of them lifted his hand towards Valeria. I grabbed his wrist and glared down at him. Drawing a slow, steady breath, I said in a controlled tone,
PART TWO “I want to paint you, Valeria.” 7ValeriaEverything became muffled in his living room when I whispered those sweet words. It felt as if a membrane had dropped around us, caging us in a heady sensation.‘Can I… Can I kiss you, Khalid?’I let out a small gasp when I felt his hand wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him, settling me on his lap. My first impression of Khalid was how hard he was—no, not there, but how strongly built he must be. Like a concrete wall. And how broad his shoulders were when my hands fisted the material of his shirt. He was large, larger than anyone I had ever known, caging me on his lap, his muscular arms with corded veins wrapped around my waist.But his touch was gentle, like a wind brushing petals of rose. He was gentle. It made my heart ache.Then I felt him. The hard bulge underneath my thigh. Did I cause that? A pulse throbbed violently between my legs. White hot lust turned into a melting sensation in my lower belly. I was aching painf
8Khalid“Meet your new mother,” my father’s gruff voice rumbled through the room, a pale woman standing beside him, holding a cane in her hand. “Her name is Isabella.”I glared at her, scoffing and crossing my arms in my hand. So this is why he was absent from the Palace for three months. He went and married someone else even though mother was his wife. Zain squeezed my shoulder, giving me a look to behave and stepped ahead to introduce himself. Father smiled proudly at him, even ruffling his hair. He never did that to me. “Pst, pst, Khal!” I glanced over my shoulder at the curls of Zayed’s hair. He was hiding behind a pillar and calling me over to play with horses. I smiled at his dimple and was about to sneak over to him when my father’s voice stopped me. “Khalid Al Latif,” I mentally winced at his harsh tone saying my full name. “Have I not taught you any manners?” I clenched my jaw and glared at his dark eyes. Isabella was smiling in my direction but she wasn’t looking at me
9KhalidI watched Valeria turn around, her hands brushing the empty oak wood table. I told her where all the paint tubes and brushes were kept with large bottles of paint placed in the shelf at the corner of the room. I had decorated the walls with some of my smaller paintings, stacks of panels and canvases stored at the back of the studio. Faint scent of the paint thinner and oil lingered in the air. Her hand touched the large pillars on our left with heavy doors open. The view was nothing but endless sand dunes. I remembered sitting there at night and staring at the sky. “It feels different in this room,” Valeria muttered. I walked beside her, warning her about the chaise lounge before she could stumble into it. The end of her cane gently tapping against it. It was navy blue in color, looking black in certain lighting. The arms of chaise were intricate in gold, making it look elegant. It was the only piece of furniture which stood out the most in my art studio. I never painted
10KhalidI watched in surprised awe when my muse grinned, turning away and walking to the dining area with a bounce in her step. Valeria Dunne was something else. She made me feel everything that had been dead and buried under my rotten body for so long.I had to remind myself that we were there for the painting. And nothing else.I shouldn’t—I couldn’t have feelings for her.I followed Valeria, entering the lantern lit area. The table was low and, on either side, deep red satin coverings were placed. Valeria was moving her head in a different direction when plates of steaming exotic food with delicious scent were placed on the carved table, teasing both of us to devour everything. Instead of sitting across her, I sat beside her, crossing my legs which brushed with her bare knees. The lantern lights cast a soft glow, making the area look more intimate. The staff left as soon as the platter of food was placed, giving us privacy and to have their own food in the castle dining area. I h