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this, but I just couldn't...just couldn't trust myself with him anymore.

"I have a gift for you."

I could only stare at him, capable of only crying. I didn't even have the energy to ask what the fuck he was up to. Did he really think a gift could fix things between us?

"I bought your dad's former company..." The sheikh forced my fingers to curl around the edges of a document envelope. "I also made the previous owner sign the necessary contracts so that your father would never have to worry about being sued for what he did."

I could only shake my head. "Please let's just stop this—-"

"I also had a story published in your old hometown, exposing the truth about your twin. Everyone now knows the truth about what truly happened in your former high school...as well as the fact that Dahlia's original name is Automated Teller."

A choked laugh escaped me despite everything.

"Another thing that envelope contains is photographic evidence of Portia's affair with the pool boy. She knows you have it, and with this she'll know how you felt all those years she had threatened you about throwing your father to jail."

I watched his jaw clench, and I couldn't remember ever seeing him this vulnerable.

Almost as if he was terrified.

"Lastly..." His tone became hoarse. "I've included our contracts, both the old and new one, they've been...voided. You can no longer be held liable for not following through with any of it, and with this, habibti..." Dark eyes captured mine in fierce appeal. "You are completely free to leave me, but I am hoping...you will choose not to. I am hoping and counting on the fact that even though I have hurt and made you cry, you are still a sucker for assholes—-"

Asshole, I thought again, but at the same time I could feel my heart start racing even as I also found myself crying even harder.

And when the sheikh tried to reach for me again, I let him.

Felt his fingers shake as he wiped my tears away...just like before.

Because he loved me.

Epilogue

And so here we are again, and I'm about to start with the same premise.

I wish I could say...

That the sheikh was no longer an asshole after that, but if I did, I would be lying.

I also wish I could say that Dahlia and Portia had changed for the better after having a dose of their own medicine, but nah, that didn't happen either.

The one thing that did change was my baby's name. If it turned out to be a girl, Raj had agreed that her first name would be Ella, because if not for the latter, God knew where I'd have ended up, that day I had run out on my marriage.

The thought made me smile, and I couldn't help lifting my glass of grapefruit juice to make another toast to my new best friend. "To Ella."

"To Ella." The two sheikhs were swift to raise their glasses as well, and Ella wrinkled her nose at us, embarrassed but tickled pink at the same time.

It was our last night in Kivr, and tomorrow we would be flying straight to Wyoming, where my dad was already waiting to meet his future son-in-law. Obviously, Gerry was not going to move to Miami anymore, and my dad was instead going to live right next door to Raj's place in Hartland.

Once dinner was over, Raj told Ella and me that he and Khal had a surprise for us.

"It is something that we have always wished to experience," Raj went on rather mysteriously, "but never had the opportunity to explore...until now."

Raj slid an arm around my waist, and I saw Khal do the same with Ella as the four of us walked down the hallway leading to the palace's private wing.

"Isn't this were you had that new bunk bed installed?" I heard Ella ask.

Bunk bed?

Instead of answering his wife, Khal glanced at his best friend, asking, "Shall we flip a coin?"

A smirk formed over Raj's lips. "Heads for upper."

The Crown Prince of Kivr tossed a coin in the air. "Tails," he said.

"Upper bunk's mine then," Raj murmured.

Ella and I stared at each other in confusion. What the fuck were they talking about?

"Is this some kind of sleepover?" I finally asked.

Khal laughed. "Something like that."

"What do you mean something like that?" Ella asked suspiciously.

But the sheikhs were already urging us to enter the bedroom, and just as Ella said earlier, there was a newly installed bunk bed inside it.

"This is going to be fun," Raj whispered into my ear.

"Can you please just get to the point?" I burst out.

The sheikhs glanced at each other.

A moment later, Raj murmured something else to my ear and Khal did the same with Ella.

He's got to be fucking kidding...

He's got to be...

But then I saw Raj's expression, and I saw how Ella paled when she looked at Khal...

SHIT!

Both of us tried making a run for it, but of course, the assholes were much too fast for us, and before I knew it, Raj had already dragged me to the upper bunk with him while I heard clothes ripping below.

Oh my God.

Were they serious?

They wanted the four of us to have sex at the same time...just because they knew it would embarrass the hell out of us?

ASSHOLES!

I did my best to push Raj off, and from below I could hear the other couple struggling similarly. But then Raj finally managed to flip me on my stomach, and I screamed when I felt him rip my panties off.

"Don't you fucking—-aaah!"

He had entered me from behind, just as I heard Ella moan, and the bed started shaking.

Oh God.

A helpless shudder of desire rocked my body, and Raj laughed.

"Admit it, habibti," he crooned. "It turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Fuck you."

"As you wish, my Story."

And so he did, and as both sheikhs had hoped, that night had become one of our most excruciatingly unforgettable memories, with the way Ella and I couldn't help whimpering almost in synchrony as our sheikhs teased our ears with these exquisitely harsh panting sounds while fucking us hard and good...oh dear God, they just wouldn't stop fucking us, just wouldn't stop until Ella and I were forced to beg and moan for a moment's rest...

But since these guys were assholes...

Yeah.

Not happening.

The End

Author's Note

12 August 2020 Wednesday 0506h

Manila, Philippines

Hello to new and old readers alike! Thank you for reading My Insatiable Sheikh, and I hope you enjoyed your time with Raj and Story.

As I mentioned in my last newsletter, I wanted this book to be really hot and dirty. > . < Since my last books were rather action-packed (You Had Me At Boo) and angsty (Billionaire Rancher Heartbreaker), I just thought it would be nice and relaxing to simply focus on a couple who fell in love at first sight and proceeded to have lots of steamy fun after that.

As for my next book...I'm thinking I can finally write a sequel for Zari and Alexandru, which means it will be another vampire romance. But nothing's set in stone yet, so we'll see.

Anyway, that's it for now. Let's all keep helping each other during this extraordinary time. Stay safe and healthy, and above all else, stay kind. :)

Until our next journey,

Marian Tee

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P.P.S. "Professor L" and Damen have their own book, and so do Khal and Ella. Blurbs in the next pages, in case you're interested.

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