The Prince’s Unwilling Lover(30)

"I don't."

"Lies."

Snaking his arm around her waist, he guided her to the dance floor. Giving him a sour look, she placed one hand on his shoulder and the other in his palm. Their bodies moved to the rhythm. Amir was looking at her with such intensity. Being so close to her set him off. She was so beautiful and everything he wanted in a woman. He could not stay away from her.

Soraya avoided his gaze. She acted all tough but the truth was that she melted in his presence. She tried to hide it from him but she was not always successful.

"What are you thinking about?" Amir whispered in her ear.

"Nothing," Soraya replied.

"You're thinking of me."

"Absolutely not," she lied. All she could ever think about these days was him.

* * * *

"Sheik Amir, there is someone here to see you," the servant said.

"Who is it?" Amir asked.

"She would prefer to tell you herself."

Amir raised an eyebrow, as it sounded rather dodgy. Sara looked up, she was suddenly curious. Why so cryptic? Amir motioned to have the guest join them in the courtyard. Sara's jaw dropped open when she saw the green-eyed woman from the restaurant. She was wearing a white silk camisole with a see-through lace back, high waist beige shorts and black shoes with red soles. Her hair was tied up in a high messy bun. Amir looked up, he recognised her immediately.

He had not seen her for years and was not sure what kind of response to give. She stood in front of him and said, "Hello, Amir." Her voice was calm and seductive. Sara raised her eyebrows. Soraya and Aaliyah were looking at the green-eyed woman with curiosity.

"Hello, Tariq," she greeted him. Sara whipped her head in Tariq's direction. His face wasn't expressionless for once. He looked awkward.

"Hello," Tariq replied. Sara narrowed her gaze at him and returned her attention to the mysterious woman.

"It has been a while," she said to Amir. He stood up to greet her, as he kissed her on both cheeks.

"I trust you have been well?" Amir asked. She gave him a small smile.

"How have you been, Tariq?" she asked. Sara was curious and uncomfortable. This woman was beautiful and the Botros brothers were completely awkward in her presence. Of course they would be, as she was beautiful. She also spoke to them informally, which meant that she was quite familiar with them.

"He is fine," Sara answered and stood up from the table. The woman looked down at Sara. She was much taller than she was. "I am Sara, his wife," Sara added. The woman laughed.

"Wow, Tariq, you actually got married. Congratulations." She crossed her arms over her chest and poked her hip out. Tariq laughed softly. "Oh my, Malik? You have changed," she said. She walked over to them. She kissed both Tariq and Malik on both cheeks. Sara felt dismissed. The woman clearly had not gotten her point when she introduced herself as his wife.

"I have not changed that much," Malik said with a smile.

"Who are you?" Sara could not help but be blunt. No one else was asking and the guys seemed to know her very well. The woman turned and looked at Sara.

"An old friend," she replied. Sara was about two seconds from browbeating her or physically beating her. She was being cryptic and it was working her nerves. Sara turned and looked at Amir with a you-better-talk-now expression.

"Her name is Faiza," Amir said. Soraya and Aaliyah continued to watch the interactions. They were as curious as Sara was. Who was she and why was she all mysterious.

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“She's adorable,” Fiddah said to Tariq as Sara walked away. He was watching her walk with his usual blank face. He turned to look at Fiddah.



“Amir keeps saying that. I do not see it,” Tariq said and picked up his menu. Fiddah laughed.



“This is you we are talking about.”



He lowered his menu and narrowed his gaze at her. “I am not the problem here,” he defended himself. The waitress reappeared to take their orders. She was watching him and blushing whilst he was speaking to her. Fiddah watched the waitress turn red.



“When do you plan to marry?” Fiddah asked Tariq as soon as the waitress left. Tariq frowned at his grandmother.



“What brought this on?” He was confused with her sudden change of topic even though it was not the first time she had questioned him about marriage.



“The waitress was blushing when she was speaking with you but you did not even notice. Makes me wonder if you notice women.”



Tariq sighed before he replied. He was so used to women blushing in his presence that it did not even faze him anymore. The waitress came back carrying their drinks. Tariq sunk in his chair and watched her. She noticed him looking at her and she immediately started smiling. He raised one eyebrow. He waited for her to leave before he commented.