Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
"You are mistaken."
"Oh, really?"
"Because what I meant to imply is that a Crown Princess like you should know better than to meddle."
And it was in this manner that the Crown Prince of Kivr joined them, with Ella still laughing as her husband wrapped an arm around her waist.
"This is not right," Khal said broodingly.
Ella sobered. "What's wrong?"
"I should swap places with Zahir. It is he who should suffer long boring hours of peace talks while I, the Crown Prince, should be the one with the privilege to hang out with the most beautiful girl in my kingdom."
Ella glared up at her husband even as her cheeks turned pink. "You're just saying that to make me blush."
"Indeed," Khal agreed without shame, "and I am glad to see it is working as well."
"You..."
Khal lowered his head and took his wife's mouth in a kiss that stole both her thunder and her breath.
"Crown Prince 1, Crown Princess 0," Zahir murmured when the royal display of affection came to an end.
Khal smiled while Ella growled out something incoherent.
"Thank you for looking after my wife."
"It is my duty."
"But not your pleasure?"
"No."
Ella only rolled her eyes at this. "I honestly don't see why so many women are after you."
"I am sure many women wonder the same thing about you and the Crown Prince."
Khal choked at this, but his wife only grinned. "Touché."
Zahir glanced at the Crown Prince. "Everything good with the peace talks?"
"There was progress," Khal said briefly. "It is enough for now, and it is also much better when compared to the internal matters that demand my attention."
Both Ella and Zahir sobered at this, and Khal allowed another moment to pass...before dropping the bomb.
"Congratulations, Sheikh Zahir. My office has received a record-breaking 57 complaints about your suitability as head of my wife's security."
Ella gazed at her husband in confusion. "How can anyone think Zahir's unsuitable?"
"Officially? They deem him too young at thirty-five."
Her brows furrowed. "And unofficially?"
"Everyone's pissed at how their wives and mistresses are going crazy over him."
Ella was about to roll her eyes for the nth time when she realized her husband wasn't joking.
"Seriously?"
Zahir, however, simply shrugged. "It is not my choice to be born like this."
The Master of Low-Key Arrogance had struck again, and just like that, Ella was once again doing her best not to laugh.
"You must do something about this," Khal was saying with a frown. "My staff is drowning in all the paperwork they have to deal with because of you."
"You never asked my brothers—-"
"Because they're different," Khal bluntly pointed out. "They do not attract the same attention that you do because they know how to play the game."
"I do not like playing games—-"
"Exactly. You do not play games, and the women want you all the more for it. The more you keep your distance, the more they desire you."
"I am not some challenge—-"
"To be fair to them," Ella felt obliged to clarify, "most women seem to think of you as a prize."
"That does not make me feel any better."
"Just do our kingdom a favor," Khal drawled, "and get married. No, actually, I'm ordering you to find a wife, if that makes any difference—-"
"It does not, Your Highness."
"Glad we have all of that sorted out, and don't forget to send us an invitation to your wedding."
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REBECCA'S MIND STARTED working overtime as soon as she heard the announcement about their flight back to Miami being canceled.
Taping had officially ended yesterday, and their week-long "workcation" in Amsterdam had come to an end without Rebecca finding even the smallest chance of making her move. But this, though...
I manifested this, and it happened!
She had spent precious time making the right offerings last night. She had ordered the most expensive set of orange candles she could find. Color was very important, and this one signified her desire for a relationship with The One.
She had then lit four of them because it was her astrological number. Tied a red string around each candle to attract the powers of fate.
Lastly, she had closed her eyes and spoke the mantra that her 93-year-old mentor from Macchu Pichu had crafted solely for Rebecca's needs.
Come, come, come!
Hear me, universe!
I am your goddess!
I am humble but strong!
I demand and ask!
Listen to my favor!
And that was exactly what happened. The universe had listened, and it had sent a typhoon to answer her prayers. And if the universe was clearly on her side, then who could stand in her way?
THE MANAGEMENT BEHIND Hawt in Miami was quick to approve Rebecca's every demand. Her boss, after all, was the main reason why everyone watched the show. And so what Jamieson Holler wanted, Jamieson Holler got.