AllFreeNovel
Share Us
No, I don’t want to spend three months under the same roof as you.
No, I finally have enough self-preservation to not cut myself down just because you hate me.No, no, no.
Even if that meant breaking her promise to Zara.
“I know you have no way out of the financial hole you’ve dug yourself—”
“No.”
“Because your modeling contracts are drying up—”
“No.”
“So my bet is that any assets you have will be seized soon and—”
“No.”
“Damn it, Yana! You need this as much as Zara needs you.”
“No,”Yana repeated, even as the word continued to ring in her ears and her vision was blurring and fading and she felt nauseated and dizzy and...
“Yana...look at me. Yana! What the hell have you done to yourself now, you...”
He’s really beautiful. The errant thought dropped into Yana’s fading consciousness.
Nasir grabbed her and pulled her to him, and she could finally see the amber flecks in his eyes and the long, curved lashes casting shadows onto razor-sharp cheekbones. He was looking at her as if he didn’t loathe her. As if he was actually worried about her. As if he...
No, she couldn’t spend three months with the man she’d loved for half her life.
Not that she loved him anymore.Not at all.The tightness in her chest was only an echo of what she’d once felt for him.
Yana fainted and in the flash of a second before she lost consciousness, she had the disturbingly pitiful thought that Nasir had caught her. That he hadn’t let her fall to the ground.
CHAPTER TWO
NASIRHADEEDWALKEDthe perimeter of the VIP lounge like a caged predator as the young doctor that had been dragged from the exotic restaurant downstairs examined Yana. He glanced at his watch for the hundredth time in the last half hour, a powerless ire simmering under his skin.
She’d remained unconscious for three and a half minutes. It had, however, felt like a hundred eternities. His heart hadn’t yet calmed down from its rapid pounding rhythm.
Despite his long career in war-torn zones and some of the most dangerous places in the world, despite having tasted the loss of a woman he’d loved once that had forever calcified his heart, he’d never been so terrified as when Yana had folded into his arms like a cardboard doll. Amidst her litany ofnos.
The saving grace had been that he’d shouted for his bodyguard/assistant. Ahmed had had the presence of mind to immediately commandeer a doctor.
Nasir had rubbed her arms up and down as soon as he’d carried her to the chaise longue. Even with her light brown hair hanging in a limp, messy ponytail, her lips chapped and even bleeding in a couple of places for she had the habit of worrying her lips with her teeth, her face a sickly sheen of white, she was still the most stunningly beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
Worse, not an hour in her company and he was cursing her recklessness, his own decisions that had led him to need her, and the universe all in one go.
Andhis weakness when it came to her, too, for he hadn’t been able to stop running his fingers over the jut of those legendary cheekbones and the sharp, elongated tip of her signature nose that had skyrocketed her to fame at the tender age of sixteen.
Once she’d recovered consciousness, he’d moved to the far end of the cavernous lounge. To give her privacy and to get himself under control.Ya, Allah, what was wrong with him?
He’d chased her halfway around the world to this damned nightclub because he needed her for his daughter. And yet, all he’d done was insult her, over and over again.
Where was the diplomat the world lauded? Where was the responsible father of a five-year-old?
I always get the lowest denominator of you...
If only she knew how close to the vulgar truth she was. How she inspired and invoked and ignited his basest instincts. When she taunted him. When those gorgeous brown eyes landed near his mouth and skidded away. When she simply fluttered about in the locus of his own existence.
