Desert Encounter
Chapter 7

As soon as the gates of the palace had closed on them after their arrival, the news had fallen within a few minutes. Sheikh Emir had brought back a young woman from his outing, but who was she? Nobody could tell.

She had been housed in one of the suites reserved for guests with strict orders not to let anyone disturb her or even less talk to her because everyone living in the palace had to speak English and Arabic.

Only one person was then allowed to approach it because they were responsible for cleaning it and ensuring that it did not lack anything. The only woman Emir trusted, the servant who had worked for him for years, the same one who had seen her born and grow up, his dear Mariama.

The news had gone around the palace and everyone was wondering about this more than spectacular new arrival because she had been brought in by the sheikh himself.

So when the sheikh’s concubines heard the news, a falsely relaxed atmosphere took place in the harem.

Each of them hoped to one day obtain the position of sheikha and become the new queen.

But the fight was tough and each of them was more beautiful than the other.

– have you seen her? Asked Maïra, Emir’s favorite.

Sitting in the jacuzzi, moving around, she was talking to the two others sitting across from her

– no, not yet, but I learned that she was a stranger. replied Soraya

– a foreigner!!!!!. Exclaimed Sanaa in disgust

– yes from what I know no one has yet had the privilege of seeing her, it seems that she arrived at the palace in the arm of the sleeping Emir.

Soraya replied

– but what audacity this one is, I hope at least it’s ugly. Maïra replied

– why are you angry? Would you be afraid of losing your favorite place? I heard that she was all dirty and so was Emir. it was Mariama who was tasked with taking care of her.

– how do you get all this information? Sanaa questioned her skeptically

– I have my sources. Soraya replied as if nothing had happened.

Leaving the other two to exchange a look full of expected money

– Mariama! This bitter old woman? I wonder the last time a man touched her. Added Sanaa wanting to return to the subject

– ahahahaha you said that, I can’t stand that one. Replied Maïra

– I’m sure she’s just a little profiteer who came to steal our Emir. Counter taunted Sanaa

– if the Emir expected you to talk like that about Mariama he would fire you on the spot, watch out Sanaa. Soraya came back to him

– don’t forget that she was in the arms of the sheikh. Added Maïra to return to the main subject.

– you don’t even know what happened, plus Emir is free to do what he wants, he doesn’t have to answer to anyone. Soraya defended herself

– why are you here? any woman who enters this palace is a potential threat, get that into your head and then why are you defending her? You don’t even know her.

Said Maïra glared at her.

– well said Maïra, why Soraya tells us. No more Sanaa

– but…….. that’s none of your business and what’s more, I’m not defending her, it’s just that you have to understand that Emir is free to do what he wants.

Soraya left the small foaming pool, tired of continuing this talk, and left the other two to continue this discussion which would surely lead to nothing, and headed towards her room.

She didn’t want to get into that kind of debate right now. She had better things to do.

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Naomi had just opened her eyes to a decoration that she didn’t know.

Where was she? That was the question she was asking herself.

She sat up and positioned her head on the top of the gigantic kize bed on which she had sat. The room she was in was really spacious, the bed was made of solid wood surrounded on either side by two lamps placed on two small tables.

The walls were a very clean light purple and a large rug was right next to the bed.

A huge wardrobe also made of solid wood with four doors was positioned on his right and a dressing table right next to it in front of a large mirror.

The floor was white marble and a small lounge made up of Victorian chairs was in one corner of the room.

It was very large and ornate, this room was not his hotel room.

Romeo but where was Romeo?

Oh no!

The last images of his body on the desert crossed his mind and a tear crossed the trail of his eyes to go down his cheek. Then followed tons and tons more.

No, she refused to believe it.

She got off the bed in a hurry and realized that he had been changed.

But where had she fallen?

His jeans and shirt had been truncated by a long white silk dress, the kind of dress you wore just to sleep

– Romeo, Romeo, my god Romeo where are you?. It was screaming.

– Romeo, please answer me

Her tears were breaking her voice and obstructing her sounds making her more hoarse.

She then saw two doors, one to her left and the other at the back of the room to her right.

She then decided to approach the one who was closest to her when the back door opened to reveal a slightly chubby elderly woman

– ya Allah!!!!

As soon as these words were spoken, she went straight out of the room, closing the door, not even giving him time to put one in place.

– no wait. She shouted to hold her back

– don’t go, where am I?

She rushed me to the door and tried to open it but it was locked.

– open up for me, Romeo, where is Romeo. she shouted so that we could hear her.

She knocked a few times with her palms on the door, before sliding along it.

– I’m sorry, Romeo, I want to go home.

Withdrawing on herself, crying, her heart bleeding, she was in pain, she was afraid that what she feared most would happen.

She was afraid that the vision of Romeo’s limp body was real.

She was afraid of being kidnapped

But by whom?

It was then that she felt the door lock turn and she quickly got up, taking a few steps back to better face the person who had just entered the room.

Dressed in a tailored black suit, an imposing man with a stormy look entered the room, he looked her over from head to toe with an indecipherable, neutral expression

– who are you? she asked.