My Insatiable Sheikh - Marian Tee Page 0,34

my knees up under my chin as I tried to sort out my feelings about it.

Did I feel hurt? No.

Did I feel jealous? No.

I felt nothing at all, and that, I realized, was what bothered me the most. Johnny used to be the only guy I had allowed myself to sort-of fantasize enjoying a happy-ever-after with, and that had gone on for years. But the moment the sheikh entered the picture, it was as if Johnny had never existed. And surely that meant...

The sound of the door unlocking had me quickly looking over my shoulder, and my stomach did a nervous little flip when I saw Raj stride in, a taut look of worry etched over his devastatingly handsome face.

"What's wrong?" he demanded right away. "What's the emergency?"

I opened my mouth...

Tell him, Story.

Tell him!

But in the end, I heard myself say, "Dahlia's pregnant."

He shot me an odd look, as if waiting for the punchline to drop, but when I could only smile at him weakly, he finally responded with a shrug, saying lazily, "Do you think I can get the law firm to switch you two up? I obviously ended up with the less efficient twin—-"

"Asshole." I grabbed one of the throw pillows and aimed for his face, but he was too fast for me - as always - and I ended up straddling his lap and my wrists captured behind my back. I was about to start swearing and thrashing so he'd be forced to let me go when his unsmiling gaze suddenly captured mine—-

Oh.

"It isn't like you," he said quietly, "to send a text like that for no reason."

God.

The way he talked, you'd think he had known me forever.

It was almost laughable, and I might even have laughed out loud if only...I didn't feel the same way about him.

"What was the emergency—-mph," the sheikh grunted in surprise when I suddenly fell forward, and a moment later his arms went around my body, and I was able to curl my own around his neck.

I waited for him to ask me again, but he didn't. All he did was tighten his arms around me and kiss the top of my head, and it was exactly what I needed.

Because...

Like I said, this guy knew me.

He knew me in ways that couldn't be quantified by time.

Knew me in ways that defied reason.

He knew me because...

"I love you," I whispered.

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Chapter Fifteen

I wish I could say the sheikh had returned the words and told me 'I love you, too' after that.

But nope.

Like things could ever be that simple with this piece of sheikh, and honestly? I wasn't sure if I'd have fallen for him if things were that easy. A snarky traumatized bitch like me would have been the worst thing to happen to any of the Average Joes of this world, and thinking about it now, that was probably why I had never let myself succumb to the temptation of hooking up with Johnny.

A part of me had always known that it would never have worked between us, and maybe, that part had also known...

One day, an asshole like the sheikh would come along and fuck his way into my heart.

If Satan had a chance to come up with his own version of soulmates, I had a feeling that would've been the sheikh and me, with the way we were so imperfectly perfect for each other. Most girls would have taken exception to the sheikh's refusal to yield his name while most guys in his place wouldn't even have bothered to question what happened to me back in high school, and an even smaller percentage would've had the resources to unearth the psycho twin I had buried in my closet.

So the sheikh and me?

We're chips from the same messed-up block, and we got each other in the ways that mattered...because I loved him, and although he had never said so, I rather suspected he felt the same way, too. Asshole probably refused to say it just to piss me off, if the past week was anything to go by.

We were in the movies one time, and the asshole suddenly ordered me to go down on my knees and give him a blow job. I told him I'd rather chop his dick off, but he had simply chuckled and