ROMANCE: Sleeping With The Sheikh (Billionaire Alpha Male Sheikh Romance) (New Adult Forbidden Series Short Stories) Read Online Free PDF

they had split up. It was the reason that, as he’d been speaking to a group of foreign dignitaries and a couple of actresses that he didn’t recognize, he’d seen her across the room.
    Clarice.
    And now, he didn’t want to leave New York. Not yet.
    “We are here for the sake of Sheikh Kanaan, my father,” Farhid told her sternly, knowing his words were both true and no longer valid.
    Djamila’s voice briefly turned sweet, pleading even. “We don’t belong here, Farhid,” she told him sincerely, believing her words as much as anything she had ever told to him. “We have responsibilities elsewhere to attend to.”
    Despite her sweet tone, he dismissed her with a wave of his hand, feeling a spike of irritation. Would his wife never listen? “I assure you, wife, that my father is still Sheikh and he continues to run the country just fine in our absence.”
    Her eyes flashed in anger and indignation.
    “Our duties here are done, Farhid,” Djamila argued, picking up a scarf presented to her by Farhid’s mother the day of their wedding. It was meant to be a blessing, but she hated it and Farhid hated seeing her in it. “It is time for us to return to Qatar.”
    He sighed, shaking his head. This was beginning to aggravate him deeply.
    They had been arguing all morning, ever since Farhid had suggested that they might extend their stay. Djamila had been furious at even the suggestion of such a thing.
    “Yes, perhaps,” Farhid conceded, trying to remain calm even as his wife’s anger grew. “But we might stay for the sake of staying. It is a new experience, so different from home—”
    “I do not wish for different!” Djamila yelled at him. “I wish for home! I wish for the familiar, for the comfortable! I have made the most of this trip, but I wish to stay no longer.”
    Farhid frowned deeply. It was quickly becoming apparent to him that there would be no compromising on Djamila’s part. Certainly he could force the subject as he was her husband and the prince of Qatar, but that would hardly make their continued stay here pleasant for either of them. Djamila would sulk if he forced her to stay, pouting and telling him how much she hated it here until he hated it, too.
    No, it would be far better to give in to her wishes to return home. That had been their intention anyway, hadn’t it? But Farhid had found something here that he had never encountered before: a brief spark with a woman that was not destined to be anything.
    Clarice Herston was married, as was Farhid, and she was hardly the type of woman that his father might approve of. She had no background in royalty or in Qatar, and he sensed that her money was not necessarily her own but that of her husband.
    She was anything but ideal.
    But then why couldn’t he stop thinking about her? Her bright blue eyes flashed before his eyes and it was all he could do to keep his expression calm and his heart settled. Beautiful, he’d considered her. More beautiful than anything else in the entire world, he thought.
    She had captured his attention like no other and now he could not leave before seeing her at least once more.
    And that was when it occurred to him. He saw Djamila’s angry expression, her deep wish to return home making her sullen and unreasonable. He saw his desires to spend time with this new, exciting woman. And he saw the dangers in the collision of these two things.
    That is what gave him his brilliant idea.
    “Very well,” he told Djamila finally even as she was amidst a rant about how foolish and ridiculous he was being.
    Maybe it was the calmness of his words that got to her first, but when she finally understood their meaning he knew it, because she froze and looked at him with wide dark eyes. “Farhid?” she questioned, as though not believing he’d acquiesced.
    “You are right, Djamila,” he told her, choosing his words carefully. “It is wrong of me to hold you here when you so wish to return home.”
    He watched as hope bloomed in