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ot want his daughter? Yes, Saja was a handful, but her father’s suggestion to sell her was repulsive. The Prince shook his thoughts away and headed for his meeting.
Chapter 6
Saja spent most of her day reading journals online. She still had a research article that she was writing for publication. If she was going to be stuck here, she might as well do something valuable. It was also the best way to keep herself occupied. Mona entered her room, bowing to her before she started to speak.
“The Prince is on his way here to join you for dinner,” Mona said. Saja laughed and sat up.
“Seriously? He wants to join me for dinner after what happened this morning?” Saja shook her head. He was coming back for revenge. “What's his full name?” Saja asked Mona.
“Prince Basil Al-Qadir.”
Saja nodded and typed his name into a search engine. She needed to know more about him since her current knowledge was lacking. The more she read about him, the more it made sense why he was so arrogant. Being a prince was the foundation for his arrogance. Then all his achievements nurtured that arrogance. Everyone put him on a pedestal.
Amber ran into Saja's bedroom and announced the Prince's arrival. Saja stood up and walked out slowly. She was wearing her pyjama shorts and t-shirt, as those were the only clothes she had left, since she was sleeping in them the night before. The Prince narrowed his gaze when he saw her walking out in her attire. Her legs were bare, it bothered him.
“Were you not informed that I was coming to dine with you?” The Prince asked as he sat down.
“I was,” Saja sat down across him.
“Then why aren't you dressed more appropriately?”
“I'm fine dressed like this,” Saja shrugged her shoulders. She was not going to argue with him about this. The Prince was not impressed. Women were supposed to dress modestly. Mona poured them drinks. Saja picked up her glass and took a sip. She was wondering why he had joined her for dinner. Amber and Mona served them their food. They were nervous, they did not know what to expect. Saja had proven that she had a bad temper; she was bound to explode. The Prince never tolerated any back talk or attitude and they were worried about her.
“Your father won't take you back, unsurprisingly” the Prince said to Saja. He wanted to see how she felt about it. She laughed sardonically before she answered him.
“Why would he?” Saja replied.
“Aren't you his only daughter?”
“He's not my father.”
“Is he not?”
“He never was a father to me. He disowned me from the moment he found out that my mother was pregnant. So, I disowned him too. We had nothing to do with each other for more than 20 years until he contacted me a few weeks ago. Now all of sudden he wants to choose whom I marry?” Saja shook her head. It didn't make sense to her why he'd do that.
“I didn’t know that. You never interacted with him during your childhood?”
“No, Basil,” Mona and Amber raised their eyebrows. It was the first time someone who wasn't close to the Prince called him by his name. The Prince himself was surprised. “Can we not discuss him?” Saja added.
“You called me by my name.”
“What else would I refer to you as?”
“Prince Al-Qadir.”
“Too long,” Saja dismissed him with her hand. For a few seconds, time froze. What was happening? Was she really calling him by his name and dismissing his commands? This woman was like no other.
“You are comfortable showing men your body?” The Prince asked Saja. It sounded more like a statement rather than a question. Saja was just about to bite into her pita. She held it in mid-air and stared at him wide-eyed.
“What the heck? What are you talking about?” she asked him
“You dress provocatively.” Saja shook her head and carried on eating. Maybe if she ignored him, he would shut up. He had some sort of obsession with her clothing and it was really irritating. “You were deflowered,” he said after observing her.
“That is none of your business,” Saja snapped.
“It's disappointing. You westernised women place no value on your virtue.”
“You insufferable jerk!”
