All Chapters of Sold to the Prince of Dubai: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LylaPulling the dishes out of the dishwasher was more of a pain than I thought it would be as I got up from my nap. It was a little late in the day to be taking one, but ever since Rashid's visit, it had been hard for me to sleep for more than a few hours. I'd gotten a good chunk in after going through some of my online classes and finishing one of my projects early for submission, and now I felt a little more energized than I had been in a few days.It wasn't so much that the baby was taking a toll on me as it was that Rashid had been thrown back into my life. On top of that, the stress of my strained feelings with Melanie was making it hard for me to focus on anything that wasn't schoolwork. That had been my only solace since coming back from Dubai and it seemed to be the one distraction that allowed me to feel productive.I rubbed my hand over my belly, feeling the fluttering of the baby moving as I readjusted myself in order to set my ceramic plates into th

RashidLyla looked as beautiful as ever, standing there in her untied sweats and an oversized t-shirt that showed only the hints of the round belly hidden underneath. She had a jacket thrown over with the front of it unzipped that she'd seemed to have pulled over herself in a hurry. Her long hair had been pulled away from her face, half-tied messily with pieces of it framing her face.Her eyes were wide, staring at me in surprise while her hand rested on the side of the door frame to steady herself. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.My knuckles stung when I flexed my hands in my lap, the cuts have already scabbed over while I'd been sitting in jail. No one had given me anything to clean my hands with, but I suspected that was more out of lack of supplies rather than outright disrespect."He's cheating on you, Lyla."Her face changed at my words, morphing into a complicated expression that I'd never seen before. She looke

LylaI woke up entangled in Rashid's limbs. Having no idea when we'd collapsed and fallen asleep, it was safe to say that the position we had twisted ourselves into had long since grown uncomfortable.Not to mention we were both still crusted over with sweat and cum…Slowly sliding out from under Rashid's arm, I rolled onto my side and pushed myself up slowly. My thighs and back screamed from being compressed into the bed by Rashid relentlessly pounding into me. There was a satisfying burn between my legs as I stood slowly and stretched my arms over my head.Damn. I didn't know how badly I needed those orgasms until now.Heading out of my room, I made my way across the hall and into my bathroom. Shutting the door was hard to do without making any noise, but I managed to do so before flipping on the light and getting a good look at myself in the mirror.Holy… fuck.I looked like a hot mess.Running my fingers through my hair a few times,

LylaI sat outside on the stoop of Charlie's apartment complex for a long time. Despite my chest feeling like it's been cracked open, the rising sun coming up over the buildings was almost peaceful in a way and brought me some sense of comfort despite the chilling feeling of having disappointed both myself and my ex-lover.Whatever I'd been expecting out of Rashid's mouth when I'd realized he'd been the one calling hadn't been to the confession to wanting me.Of course, I reciprocated it, but admitting to it was more stupid than any decision I could've ever made. I hated how he made me feel, that false hope he instilled in me that just wouldn't quit no matter how hard I tried to stamp it down and ignore it.It wasn't easy pretending that I was okay anymore and it was getting increasingly harder trying to ignore every fiber of my being telling me to throw caution to the wind and tell Rashid everything. But what good would it do? Even if he wanted to ta

LylaShockingly, I was able to get up from my couch after Hafsa left without peeing my pants from the residual fear left over from her being inside my house.I was still in shock, of course, but what drove me to eventually be able to peel myself off the couch was that my baby had no care about what was going on outside and only cared deep enough to remind me that I was still hungry.My hands shook slightly as I made myself a sandwich and poured a generous amount of water that I downed before I even got a chance to take a bite. But with something in my system, my head was thankfully clearing out the cobwebs that had been left behind.My only saving grace was that Hafsa still had no idea I was pregnant. Which was a good thing. As long as she took Rashid back to Dubai without finding out, there was nothing she could do to me or the baby until I had him. Hopefully.What could happen after that was anyone's guess.After eating and settling down a littl