12:12 P.M. Ma’ar ye zhad, Azakistan AA’IDAH SAT STIFFLY, legs pressed together, hands clasped in her lap to stop the shaking. This time, her father had given permission for her to eat with Zaahir al-Farouk. They sat inside, which was a shame because the noontime weather w...
A satisfied grin tugged at her mouth. As she had known he would be, he was an amazing lover. He’d lit her on fire until she’d been a raging inferno, then brought her to the heights of pleasure. She sat at the kitchen table and looked out the window. What did it all mean, though?  ...