Free ROMANCE: Sleeping With The Sheikh (Billionaire Alpha Male Sheikh Romance) (New Adult Forbidden Series Short Stories) by Kylie Knight Page B

apartment.
    “You could simply wear nothing for the rest of the day,” Farhid offered her with a smile and a wink.
    She laughed at him and shook her head. “Tempting, but if we’re going to go anywhere or do anything, I want to be able to wear something.”
    He sighed, then asked a little more seriously, “Will your husband be there?”
    Clarice frowned. It had been a while since she’d given much consideration to Donald. Their lovers tryst had sufficiently distracted her—and made her feel alive again—but reality again returned. She would have to do something about Donald.
    Perhaps Farhid had no intention of leaving Djamila. Clarice hoped otherwise, because she could not continue this way indefinitely with a married man, but whatever his choice, she knew that hers was already made.
    She would have to leave Donald.
    It was going to be a difficult conversation, though not for the reasons it should have been. There was no love between them, she was sure, but that didn’t mean that Donald wasn’t possessive. He didn’t love her, but he wasn’t willing to give her up. She was his and he would want to keep it that way, regardless of her happiness.
    “Clarice?”
    She blinked and looked up at Farhid. He was fully dressed now and looking at her with concern. She forced a smile and said, “He won’t be there. He’s in California.”
    Farhid nodded and they left, Clarice still wearing the sexy, slinky red dress from the previous day.
    When they arrived at the apartment, Clarice was entirely careless. She didn’t have a reason for why she’d been out, an explanation for the dress, or for Farhid. Why would she need one? Donald wasn’t supposed to be home.
    But he was.
    “Clarice, where have you—?” Donald stopped midsentence as soon as he saw Farhid walking in behind Clarice.
    All of the blood rushed from Clarice’s face and for just a moment, she felt faint. “I thought you were in California,” she said stupidly.
    Donald glanced from her—in her sexy red dress—to Farhid standing possessively close to Clarice and glowering at Donald.
    “Who the hell is he?” Donald demanded, his voice rising in anger.
    Farhid stepped forward, putting himself between Clarice and Donald. She clutched at his arm, whispering a quiet “don’t.” But Farhid didn’t hit Donald. Instead, he said, “I am Prince Farhid Kanaan and I am the man who loves your wife. She will leave you—today—and return home with me. Whatever happens thereafter is not of your concern. I will send you the paperwork immediately.”
    Clarice stared at him wide-eyed. Donald said something crass and Farhid retorted, but she wasn’t listening anymore. All she heard were Farhid’s words, promises that she would return with him, that he wanted her by his side in a far more permanent matter. He wanted her to keep.
    “You’re really going to take me with you?” Clarice whispered, oblivious to Donald’s raging voice, his yelling and the throwing of vases.
    Farhid nodded to Clarice, smiling at her sweetly as he caressed her cheek gently. “I am, should you have me.”
    “What… what about Djamila?”
    He shook his head. “Our marriage is one of convenience. When we return, I shall confront my father and explain to him that you are the woman I love. He cannot deny me that happiness.”
    She was so happy that she hugged him fiercely. When they kissed, it was the hope of two lovers who had found each other despite the obstacles presented to them. They kissed like it was their last first kiss.

Epilogue
    Donald made things difficult. He took Clarice to court and in the end, because of her admitted infidelity, she lost everything, but it didn’t matter. Donald could have his money; Farhid had already made it clear that he would provide her with whatever she might require, and Clarice knew that she could find some job to make ends meet even if that weren’t an option.
    Clarice had been dreading breaking the news to Djamila, thinking her reaction