Fighting With The Infuriating Prince - Plot & Excerpts
she called out, knowing it was her maid coming to check on her. She’d been doing that a lot lately. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness,” her maid called through the door, “But your father has requested your presence in his office.” Jalayla closed her eyes for a moment. “When?” she asked when she could form the words. “He asked for you to come to him immediately.” Jalayla almost groaned out loud. Her father had been looking at her strangely lately. She knew what was going to happen and she didn’t want to face that future! She just knew that he’d arranged her marriage. Maybe it was to that weak boy in Dubai, the one that used to sneeze a lot. Or perhaps her father wanted her marry her off to that irritating prince that lived in New York now. She couldn’t even remember what country he was supposed to be from. Did it really matter? She wanted to see Tasir! She wanted to feel his arms around her, to argue with him and defy him and laugh with him! She didn’t want any of those annoying, weak and insipid boys that didn’t know what being a man was all about. Tasir did! Tasir was the man she wanted. Goodness, how her story had changed now that she’d been away from him for so long. She missed him terribly. Well, to be honest, she’d missed him horribly from the first moment they’d parted, but she’d cried herself to sleep at night, telling herself that it was for the best. Now she wasn’t so sure. “My lady?”
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