All Chapters of Sold to the Prince of Dubai: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lyla"Hm, how strange," Melanie murmured into her cup."I know."My finger hooked around the string of the tea bag, using it to twirl it around and soak more into the hot water inside of my mug. The ceramic was warm in my hand, soothing me better than the hot shower I'd just gotten out of.Melanie had gotten the brilliant idea to feed me tea before cooking me anything to eat. She's apparently been researching a bunch of mommy blogs while she'd been stuck at customs trying to get Zayed's paperwork faxed over to get him his visa. She'd gone down some kind of rabbit hole and had found a bunch of anti-nausea recipes that she'd been dying to give me the second she'd gotten home.It was so fucking cute that I squeezed her immediately.Bringing the mug up to my lips, I gently sipped the hot liquid, letting it burn my throat and warm me from the inside. It felt nice to be able to keep something down without worrying about it coming back up. Throwing up every da

RashidWe ended up getting completely trashed on the flight, much to my staff's dismay. I barely cared, having the time of my life with my best friend as we fucked around and did what any normal set of troublemakers did while on a luxury flight over to a different country: acted like fools.It'd been nice to let go for a while and drown in the feeling of change that was so readily welcomed. It was much different than what had been forced upon me for so long that it felt like a foreign concept to be able to laugh so freely as Zayed, drunkenly play video games on the TV in the back of the plane's suite and chase each other up and down the cabin while one of the stewardesses tried to wrangle us in.After we'd crashed a few hours later and slept most of our hangover off, we'd arrived in California right as the sun was setting over the horizon. Getting through customs was easy; my ID being flashed made the transitions much smoother and quicker than if Zayed had

RashidI hardly ate anything at all. My attention barely focused on anything other than the cacophony screaming inside of my head.Pregnant.She was pregnant.Who the fuck was that guy she was with? The baby's father?They all seemed familiar with him, even Zayed who'd never met any of Melanie or Lyla's friends before. So he was obviously someone they hung around with quite frequently. Enough to have come up in conversation when Melanie talked to Zayed about her personal life.Did they live together?It was hard to pin down what I was feeling. Anger, of course, at seeing her happy while I've been the opposite of it since she left. She'd moved on with her life and settled down with someone with whom she was starting a family.Even with her wearing the dress I'd bought for her, she had been styled nicely with makeup and her hair pulled back away from her face to show off those beautiful ocean-deep eyes of hers.A mother… She was going to ha

RashidWe stood in silence, the only sound around us was the AC kicking on above us, drowning out the noise of my beating heart.Lyla was tucking in a thin jacket, the front of it parted and open to show the loose-fitted t-shirt she was wearing underneath. She had sweatpants on and rubber shoes that were a bright and obnoxious yellow color. Gone was the glamorous woman I'd seen earlier this evening and here was the woman I'd fallen in love with over the course of a maddening two weeks.Her basket was clutched to her side protectively, snacks piled to the top of it that made it hard not to smile; even though the crushing realization that it was most likely because of her pregnancy that she was out here so late.I forced myself to stay in place, even though I desperately wanted to go over to her and shake her while demanding answers. I had every right to after her leaving so abruptly as she had."You're out late," is all I could think to say.She fr

Rashid The call from the downstairs concierge came far too early.It had been nearly the crack of dawn before I'd been able to settle down and fall asleep after spending the hours after being dropped off pacing around my suite and trying to come to terms with how different—and yet similar—talking to Lyla had been.No longer was she the naive and shy woman I'd known back in Dubai. She had blossomed into a woman, capable of taking care of herself and her future baby that seemed far too close to already being here. I'd kicked myself over and over again the moment I'd gotten into that car and driven toward the hotel for not asking her how far along she was. It wasn't that I was dying to know about her current relationship with the man that I assumed was her boyfriend from the restaurant. But I was dying to know how long into her being back had they gotten together.Since I'd gotten closer to her in the convenience store, it gave me a better idea of how far along