Desert Encounter
Chapter 12

Two weeks, it had been two weeks that Naomi had been in this palace, two weeks where the sheikh would quietly sneak into her room late at night just to watch her sleep.

He felt this unspeakable need to see her, to reassure himself that she was well.

Emir had dismissed the guards in front of his door and had given Ibrahim the mission to protect her, of course the latter had been informed of the young woman’s situation in broad terms without going into too much detail.

Someone was angry with the young woman, and this person would have accomplices in the palace but she should not know it.

That’s all Ibrahim knew.

So the young man spent his days and evenings walking around her room, knowing that she never went out. However, a week after her arrival the sheikh had given her permission to go out so she could visit the palace accompanied by Ibrahim but unfortunately she was not yet ready to face the world, she was still grieving.

As he passed the doors of his harem, Emir heard voices raised, not understanding what was happening he decided to enter. It had been a while since he had set foot in this wing of the palace, since she was here. Thought it

should be said that he had already completely forgotten them, his only concern was to discover who the imposter in his palace was so that the latter would lead him to his uncle and his cousin.

If he didn’t have to pass by there to get to the archives, he certainly wouldn’t have set foot there, in fact the very idea of ​​closing this place forever was growing more and more within him.

It was therefore with a certain anger and undeniable presence that he trod this place of temptation, with the charm and intoxication of pleasure.

– what’s going on here? Tona he

The two women who were fighting stopped immediately putting in profile their faces covered with small scratches.

Sanaa and Soraya stared at him with fear in their eyes

– your majesty. They said in their hearts.

He looked attentively at the two young women who were, as usual, half dressed. If before their dream bodies could have aroused any desire in him, it was no longer there. He looked at them wearily, noticing their disheveled hair and the other’s breasts showing.

In all the chaos there was Maïra sitting quietly on the other side on a small sofa bed, a book in hand admiring the spectacle with a slight smile on her lips.

He had always wondered why this young woman who seemed very intelligent had found herself wanting to be one of his concubines because he could clearly detect her desire for power. She was a fairly cultured woman, he had found her very interesting during their interview but he found her false, some things about her put him on his guard however she was very good at her practice, wasn’t that the reason of his presence here then he gave her the benefit of the doubt, reason why she had become his favorite, his goal being to study her better, to put her in confidence knowing the secret depths that her heart was imprisoned within.

Emir never let anything escape even the slightest suspicion and he knew that he was reaching his goal, soon.

– Your Majesty. She said sweetly with a broad smile, putting down her magazine.

– I thought I asked you a question?

The two women glared at each other before looking back at the sheikh and simultaneously saying

– she started it.

Real kid he thought

– your majesty, come with me, I’ll explain everything to you. Maïra held out her hand to the sheikh and headed towards her room.

Emir really didn’t want to follow her, in fact he didn’t care about the reasons but he had to continue what he had started 3 years ago. Find out who was hiding behind this woman.

So it was with reluctance that he headed towards his favorite’s room, as soon as the door was opened and both feet inside, the door closed behind him. The dim lights and the smell of overgrown jasmine is nostril.

Two small hands rested on his broad shoulders

– I missed you so much. She said in a voice in the same tone, she really had everything to please in the more than daring outfit she wore. A light black lace bikini covered by a transparent dress.

Yes, she represented temptation

– I didn’t come for that. He said

– I know, my King, but let me relax, you seem so stressed to me.

she said with a sensuality in her voice that the sheikh knew only too well. This woman was a real danger.

But the image of Naomi sleeping crossed his thoughts and he quickly pulled himself together. He wasn’t against this idea of ​​a good massage. He had badly needed them since his return from his mission and it was even their role to respond to all his whims in his noor palace.

He took off his jacket, then unbuttoned his shirt revealing perfect musculature, his broad shoulders adorned with powerful arms faced him, she bit her lower l*p finally to resist this living temptation.

The rounded chest and abdominal lines showed how hard this man had worked to get there, to this body sign of a powerful Greek warrior. Besides, he was not considered the best warrior in the kingdom by chance, no, he deserved it and this could be seen by the few scarred blade marks on his body, of which no one could really know their origin.

He positioned himself on the armchair that was in his room and leaned back inside. Maïra, for her part, stood right behind him and began to tell him what had happened between the two women, a story about perfume it seems, it remained to be determined if it was life reason but he didn’t care.

The women were vicious. It was the only lesson he remembered that uncle had learned when he was still in the middle of puberty before everything changed.

After the long massage of several minutes, she began to give him wet k****s on the back of his neck and his neck gently going down along his collarbone but he recovered very quickly and got up – Emir

!!!

He glared at her

– sorry your majesty, I just missed you a lot.

– let it not happen again

– yes my King. I seem to have learned like everyone else of the arrival of a stranger at the palace.

– it doesn’t concern you, just do why you are here

– I would like to but your majesty you are not coming anymore. She said, taking a step forward.

He had put his shirt and black jacket back on

. He didn’t want to justify himself, he had somehow grown tired and remained indifferent to what she might be thinking, but he could read the worry in her eyes, proof that she was really touched by his absence and it was a good sign for him.

His gaze still as icy, he looked at her for a few seconds

– goodbye