All Chapters of Sold to the Prince of Dubai: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LylaMelanie's engagement party rolled around on Saturday.I'd been busy for the remainder of the week, helping my best friend get all of the final details booked and ready to go once the first morning of the weekend began. It had surprisingly been less stressful than I imagined, and a part of me thought it must've been in part by Zayed's doing.Since I hadn't spent much time with him in Dubai, I hadn't gotten a truly good read on his personality other than he seemed to care very deeply for my friend along with having a bit of a dotting spirit. What I hadn't expected was for him to be way more over the top with that personality trait than anything. It was funny to me watching Melanie try and work her way into Zayed's plans and be thwarted left and right by him waiting on her hand and foot. It was a different side to Melanie that I'd never seen before. She had always been the caretaker in any relationship I'd seen her in, including both her friends and the

LylaHoly fuck.Holy fuck I had just been about to tell him.Was I actually insane?I panted over the sink, my hands clutching the rim of the counter in a tight grip while I swayed on my feet. Reality had come crashing down once again the second I'd heard Rashid talking in Arabic to whoever it was on the other end of the phone.My stomach had rolled and I'd raced to the bathroom in order to heave over one of the toilets. The nausea was still there, even as I'd pulled myself up from the floor and wandered over to the sink to splash water on my face.Lifting my eyes, I stared at my reflection. I looked just as much of a mess as I felt on the inside. I can't believe I'd been about to tell him about the baby. His words had lulled me into some kind of trance that had made it feel like I'd be okay, that we'd be able to be a happy family together if he knew the truth.How fucking stupid could I be?Had I learned nothing from being threate

RashidWith Lyla spread out beautifully for me on the bed, I couldn't help but realize that if I wanted to take her right here and now—call up a cab and get us both back to the hangar where my jet sat and put us both on a plane to Dubai—I could.Would she fight me? Would she let me whisk her away like I wanted—no, needed—to?Lyla moans when I lifted my mouth off her, her fingers tightening in my hair and dragging me back down to her throbbing clit. I licked lengthwise up her, flicking my tongue over it a few times and chuckling when her legs shook from the overstimulation.I had a feeling that if I were to wrap her up in a blanket at this very moment and throw her over my shoulder, she wouldn't fight me at all.My fingers came out of her hole with a small 'pop' that had us both shivering. Bringing them up to my lips, I wrapped my mouth around them and sucked, tasting her once more. On either side of my head, her thighs flexed around me. She caged me ag

Lyla I jumped, putting a hand over my heart as it raced inside my chest. "Jesus…" I mumbled. "Uhhh," I heard Shane say from across the townhouse. "Who—?""RASHID!" The loud tone had me wincing. It was ear-piercing and grating, a shriek like nothing I'd heard before. Next to me, Rashid grabbed the pan that had fallen out of his hands before setting it back down properly. He pulled me into a quick kiss, a frown settling on his face."Stay here."As he walked out of the kitchen, I followed behind him a few feet back. Like hell I was going to be left behind while whatever drama was going on in my living room unfolded. I couldn't imagine who the hell was here. Peeking around the corner, I made sure to keep out of eyesight as Rashid stormed over to the front door. My eyes widened at the same time that Rashid stopped short, both of us realizing just who was standing on the stoop of my townhouse, peering in through the front door.

Rashid"When we get back to the palace, your father will be waiting for you." This was the first thing my mother said to me the moment the car took off into the streets of L.A.I stared out the window, barely comprehending the words.My entire life was flying by me in slow motion. None of it felt real. Like I was underwater and could barely breathe the farther we drove away from Lyla's apartment. It's a startling realization to know that no matter what I did, I could never have her.There would be no happy ending. From the moment I was born, my life had been decided for me and I was all but an unwilling passenger in the backseat of it. Watching from a distance that the happiness I desperately searched for my entire life was dragged farther and farther out to sea. I let out a humorless laugh at my mother's words. Because really, what else could I say?No one would bother listening to me, anyway. So what was the point in wasting my breath, going bl