Lauren's POVIt sounded mildly frustrating not being fast enough to meet all the immediate urges that overtook my body at that second. I felt how slippery his hands were on my neck, tightening in my hair bringing me as close as the bathtub limit allowed for us to share a wet and real kiss, my pure ecstasy seemed the most irrational and foolish part that inhabited my body at that moment, the sight of her nakedness, of her skin tanned in the light of the lamp with orange hues, of her softness like a delicacy that was insurmountable in my past reveries, and now was so visceral there between my lips, wetting my tongue, melting up on me.She gave me a safe push, which said nothing without disconnecting our slow caressing mouths, she only gave body and firm emphasis that she wanted me in that small space with her. And I was sliding my knees on the rug, feeling the warm moisture of the water against my clothes, I just got rid of my shoes and let my cell phone fall out of my pocket on the f
But she seemed to enjoy defying any obviousness, her face moved up a little, she propped herself up on her elbows so she could reach my ear and take a deep, hot breath, panting so fast that just hearing that sound put me in a painful state. of excitement and anxiety.— Disturbingly fascinating. – Her husky voice came to me with a slight choke, as if it cost her too much to quote that, which gave me the necessary motivation to look at her again and feel that she glowed with excessive admiration when she appreciated my body, when she looked at me without eat, his hands coming to caress my shoulders.My sudden insecurity turned into vanity, that physical vanity as a woman that I always felt was part of me when I looked at myself naked in the mirror and understood myself as a natural, who appreciated every inch of her body without self-sacrificing my humor or self-esteem. with something so banal, I was again seen as attractive enough, as a person equal to his desires, my mouth hungrier
POV NarratorContrary to her promise a little, Lauren was snoring soundly beside Karila on the bed, her face landing on the same pillow the princess was unknowingly sharing it on in a union that brought their bodies close enough for their half-naked thighs to touch now. .The princess woke up suddenly with a start, drawing a hurried breath as she imagined that Lauren was sleeping in her bed and the sun was shining through the cracks in the half-open doors of her terrace. His sudden action was to move to sit up and look around, taking in every detail of the room, Lauren's wet robes on the floor, the tub filled with water, the lights on, his memories came all at once as he caught himself in a frantic situation.— Lauren wake up. – Warned enough threatening to move her from her bed. The historian woke up after two light touches on her shoulder, looking confusedly at Karila who had moved from the bed, wrapping herself in the silk robe again, his gaze on her lying on her bed.— It's ea
Everyone was gathered in the main room when the footsteps coming from the stairs and the courtyard had them turning their curious faces towards the movement. Lauren crossed her arms and watched as Akil walked into the room beside Hadd, in his aesthetically fantastic black suits, the gloves with Karila's crests, the one with the goatee, Lauren's personal security paused by the front door, but Akil continued on down the steps. steps in a hurry, approaching the door of one of the security escort's Audi's.Karila had a judicial visit, she needed to go to the local police station to resolve the procedures involving her agreement with Al Sisi. One of her escorts would go first to check the local perimeter, she would leave in a matter of 20 minutes over there, but her intention was not to avoid attendance, it wasn't like him.Her long legs came together elegantly as she entered the room beside Sarosh, and again she wore the Hijab over her straight hair, the black scarf falling close to her
— Glad to. – He simply spoke with a gentle smile. They weren't used to working with female electrical engineers, which made him curious to know what Mahara's specific backgrounds were in that area. And so the initial presentation of the projects continued, while Ursel contributed with the calculations for dividing food aid funds. All families would receive the value of one thousand dollars for each family member in the scheduled period of one year until they adapted to new professions and managed to support themselves, an investment that, with an average family of 4 members, was limited to 58 million dollars.Lauren has never felt so good doing something that would make the place she was in different, Egypt would always have a special place in his heart, as well as a tremendous admiration for that princess... How could he consider her all bad? She did essential things that few would do, she took on responsibilities that many would not have the fist to sustain.Karila had his complet
Lauren's POVKarila remained untouched by my side, not moving an inch to pay the country's president any formal greeting, a luxury I didn't have when I offered him my right hand, disgusted by the firm grip and his wary black eyes. in me."I believe this conversation is a personal and private matter, is it not?" – He questioned looking at Karila, demonstrating that he didn't want me to be there, between their conversation.I was ready to go if they wanted, it wasn't my obligation to be there.— Lauren stays, she needs to hear our conversation, as well as the other historians who were willing to contribute to something positive for the Egyptian people. - Karila spoke directly to him, making me swallow vigorously and return to stand beside him, my eyes diverting downwards, noticing the zealous shine of the president's shoes.The hurried steps of heels coming forward was the warning of a flustered Ursel, followed by Gold and Mahara coming. They entered the throne room followed by Kari
— Good morning. – I greeted her with a wave of my hand and a tight smile. She was so young that I could imagine what would become of her in the future, mindful of the fact that all of the princess's staff were in a certain amount of danger made me uncomfortable for each of them, but her smile and the lightness with which she moved to enter the room mansion again gave me the certainty that she already knew well about that and was convinced that: didn't care.For a few minutes I lost myself trying to imagine my life in Connecticut before coming here, the tones seemed so dull now that I really didn't know how I lived only for a job at a university while there are people in this world outside moving for much greater purposes.When I moved from the bench to re-enter the mansion, the sparkling shine of the jewels shining in the daylight, drew my attention to something beyond, I stepped lostly connected to the moment along the stone path that led to the lake, and sighed heavily when I saw
POV NarratorIn the most luxurious part of Marrakesh, where mansions with Moroccan decorations were listed side by side in an eye-popping splendor, the princess of Morocco had an exorbitantly ostentatious property that she commanded alongside her husband, the King of the country who had made her an official title of public recognition.Silence prevailed in the room where the black woman was staying, her eyes lost in the almost dark environment, settled in the wide and comfortable bed, she moved uncomfortably when she heard a knock on the door and the princess came in holding a golden tray, with drink and food for her. feed yourself. She wore the gold abaya tight around her body, always as elegant as a princess.— I took advantage of my husband leaving for his appointments and I was able to come visit him this morning, we can talk if you want. – Dayna suggested to Normani who looked at her with complete apathy and didn't answer. Her posture was strange since the day she woke up agai
She stood straight, watching her reflection in the mirror as her sewing assistant finished adjusting the shoulder straps of her black shirt. There was a lot of serenity in her expression, even if her ever so impetuous brown eyes were still there. Karila Aistarabaw held out her arms wide, feeling the gloved woman's delicate hands tugging at the last remnants of fabric so that the shirt completely covered the waistcoat she wore underneath her clothes.The country was waiting outside, the international press, its supporters, even its antagonists, it was a unique moment in the history of Egypt, which made it swallow several times, sustaining the sobriety of its royal creation. She was a woman who built herself under that role, her upbringing was governed by her parents under the circumstance of power, she was prepared.Her body moved as the final adjustment was made, and the black, gold-embroidered Sherwani tucked into her arms and fell into line with her stance. The golden buds were qu
Princess Egypt watched as the little boy crawled out of bed and stared at her as soon as she issued a summons. Her body curved before him, to match their heights, the awed brown glint in her eyes made her hold back a smile, she wanted to be serious.- Ali, we are moving from here, the elections are close and we will have a new phase in our lives, you will stay with other people, these different from me, people who are good, who will take extreme care of you until the votes pass so that can go toour home. - Karila quoted in a low Arabic, but authoritative enough for the child to understand that it was something serious. She was very intelligent, perhaps she had drawn so many attributes from Mahara that they were unlistable.His careful look showed his education, he was raised by Karila's principles, like a little prince who would show above all respect when he was old enough for everyone, especially women. The princess knew he still couldn't absorb much, but he made himself understoo
Years laterMusic on* More Than That - Lauren JaureguiDoctor Lauren Jauregui acquired respect and wove an impeccable reputation in the years assigned as a professor at Yale, even if her personal life still hovered around the new classes each semester, yet when they were in her class, silence and respect prevailed in every second.It was clear that they were still questioning themselves about their involvement with the missing princess of Egypt, they questioned the background of truth in the photographs even after the hoax was exposed, they wove long rounds of conversations trying to imagine why for 3 years she behaved like a lonely woman, without ever appearing with no one by her side, without any expository amorous bids, they never knew what to imagine coming from the Egyptology professor. The woman who talked about Egypt like no one else.Extremely elegant, in an all-black blazer and straight-cut slacks, she tucked her hands casually into the front pockets of her pants, glancin
Months laterLauren Jauregui temporarily moved to Cartagena, Colombia. The first months of her return from Egypt were strange, even for her biological life, her immune system was deregulated like crazy, she couldn't keep up for a week without having some health problem that didn't involve painkillers or more serious medications.That forced him to attend his doctor for a few successive times in the meantime, his mind was still used to the Egyptian routine, sometimes he caught himself talking about Egypt with his mother, in a distracted way, trying to sabotage himself that he wasn't wanting news from Karila all the time.He knew the princess was all right, that was all he knew.He was waiting in the doctor's office, glancing from the watch on his wrist to the young woman at the front desk, talking to her co-worker about the new soap opera that had debuted on Univision. A really tempting drama to pay attention to when you want to fill your mind with any superficiality.- Lauren Jau
It was a delicate matter.- There's one last thing to deal with. - Allyson said when Karila lined up all the sheets and put them back in the folder.- Yes?The CIA director put her hands in her pockets, her gaze downcast.- In the midst of our plans, the Saudi King let a personal team be alert about any attempt on his life for some time, he had left the order that if it happened to him, that they would look for you, and make you pay. They did this on Lauren and Mahara's exit from the Four Seasons, they mistook Mahara for you. - Saying that was difficult, even more so after everything.Karila arched her brow, she was surprised, lethargic, her brown eyes sadly dropped to the floor. She thought of Sarosh's pain, and then of little Ali... Tears kept coming from her impulsive eyes, tearing all her feelings out. Yet another victim of you.- They didn't tell you before because of the traumatic effects, but Mahara is gone... not for you, don't think that way, she was in the wrong place
Lauren seemed to think the same because she couldn't help herself and needed to look at those rings on her hands, was that true? She did, pulling Karila's hand in hers, laughing uncontrollably, stroking her delicate hand with her thumb.- From barely alive to this. -She said gesturing to the rings. Karila grimaced as she remembered the nearly dead one. She knew she had pretty exaggerated declines.- You knew how to act well, wretch, how did you lie that you didn't speak Arabic? Did you understand exactly everything around you? - He asked looking directly into her eyes. Lauren felt her cheeks burn, that was indeed a good lie that deserved justification.- I don't speak so well, it's not a lie at all. -She shrugged pretending to be no big deal.- But it's not entirely true. - Karila objected, narrowing her gaze as she watched Lauren hold the sheet covering her bust.- From the first day of the expedition meeting in Connecticut, Astrid instructed me to hide too much knowledge, menti
Allyson had even helped Karila, it wasn't a lie that she was the only one to see the woman leave her room in a deplorable state, lost look and bent body. The princess told her that she only needed to talk to Lauren and no one else, that she wanted to have her moment to say goodbye to her, that there was no hunger or any need that made her need to be interrupted, it was her last request to the American agent, who nothing could say. in retort or denial.Everyone was aware that Karila was fine, and that she was going to stay, warning Dayna and Astrid was providential for the women to be calm, no one had run away, and neither would they. Karila had accepted the help, everything was fine.Finally would.That specific resort had a peculiarity, all its decoration was a union of modern Egyptian decoration with exquisite antiquity. Lauren watched the environment in dim light, it was difficult to define her immediate feeling, maybe it was a complete embarrassment of many sensations inside he
Lauren didn't know what the scene that followed made her feel, maybe even years later she wouldn't know how to describe such despair when observing every inch of that room. The plush rug was wet and a small glass vial was broken over the liquid.It was all that.There was nothing beyond.Karila was no longer there.- Don't fucking tell me she went to turn herself in? Do not tell me! - Lauren walked around the room, opening the doors quickly, the bathroom was empty, it had a small window, it was impossible for her to have gone out that way.If it did, she walked the halls flawlessly.Astrid was as unresponsive as Lauren, watching Dayna who had the same conflicted feeling, it was totally Karila doing what she had done. She knew well that a woman would never let herself be protected, never... she was proud, too protective to be protected.- She shouldn't be that far away, we can help her find sanity. - Dayna suggested in a hurry. Lauren put both hands to her head, trying to think
The first few seconds were difficult and hellish as she stood outside the door, staring at the polished wood.The princess vehemently denied with her head, taking the back of her palm to her face, trying to wipe more of the tears that insisted on falling from her, she hated herself for still being so fragile. Her body shifted to sit on the bed, looking dazedly around her, in a place she didn't know, far from any sane comfort zone.Maybe if he could make a deal with Al Sisi, leave all of his wealth and possessions to the man in exchange for Lauren's freedom and peace of mind, no more stalking, no conspiracy theories, no more. She for Lauren and nothing else.Would it be enough? Would he comply? He would make all their efforts in vain, but was that what he really wanted? To be alive to prolong your sufferings? Was it worth going into those questions? Her brown eyes filled with tears and overflowed without her own control.Thinking about it made her rummage through her own robes, pul