My Insatiable Sheikh - Marian Tee

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"You remember, when I spoke of our circumstances as a gift of fate?"

I nodded again.

"It is something I truly believe in. You and I have extremely different lives, and it could only be destiny that have placed you in my path. The first time we met—-"

"Dahlia's interview?"

There was that flash of his lip curling again, and I had to bite back a smile.

"No. She was merely the means for me to meet you, but other than that, she has no other importance. You, however...when we met, there was this instant and inexplicable connection between us—-"

"Hate at first sight?" I quipped.

The sheikh smiled. "Actually, yes. There was something about you that made me feel this rare desire to let all of my walls down..."

To love you, was what I secretly hoped he'd say, but instead...

"To be cruel to you."

My jaw dropped. "Seriously?"

"I have never felt anything like it with anyone before."

"Are you fucking serious?"

"It is amazing, habibti, the way you bring out the worst in me."

"God, you are such an asshole."

"It's why I knew. You were indeed the woman I have been looking for."

"Because I make a great punching bag," I asked sarcastically, "and an outlet for all of your evil ways?"

"Do not forget" he said solemnly, "about being the oven for my bun."

I couldn't help laughing even though I knew he was only pretending to have gotten the idiom wrong, and despite all those horrible things he had said...

I actually found myself believing all those things he said about leading a severely restrictive life and discovering this instant connection between us...

But more importantly...

He made me feel special.

Different.

And it was the right kind of different, even if it involved him actually wanting to bully me and no one else.

"You are alright now?"

The sheikh's soft tone caught me off guard, but it was the flash of emotion in his eyes that had me capable of only nodding weakly in response. Shit. That couldn't be what I thought it was. Could it? I mean, even if we did have a connection, and I was, as he said, different...that flash in his eyes couldn't be the fucking L-word. Right?

"Then may it be my turn to ask a question?"

His words were the distraction I needed, and I said quickly, "Fire away." No doubt, since he had just opened up about his personal life, he wanted me to do the same thing, too. And that was fine. Whatever he asked, I'd answer, whether it had to do with Dahlia, Greg, or—-

"Did you do as I asked?"

"Huh?"

"The panties, habibti."

Oh.

Shit.

I had forgotten about that.

"Did you wear them to class? Did you stay wet for me?"

My Insatiable Sheikh:

Hired Pregnancy and

College Bully Romance

by Marian Tee

Copyright 2020 by Streak Digital Publishing

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Dear Ms. Teller,

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- Your participation in the activities requisite for procreation, the frequency and schedule of which shall be exclusively determined by the employer

- Your compliance with all nutritional, medical, and health programs which are deemed ideal for procreation.

- Your relocation to a domicile specifically designed to suit your prenatal needs, and for which the employer shall have unlimited access to.

- Your discretion in all matters concerning and related to this agreement.

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Chapter One

Pick up, Dahlia. Pick up. But my twin's phone only rang endlessly, just as it had been doing for the past twenty minutes. Wherever she was, the evil woman was probably laughing her head off. There was nothing that made her happier than being able to throw me under the bus, and if I had to sum up my