They told me to move on. I couldn’t.
When she disappeared, I didn’t just lose the love of my life. I lost the best piece of myself.
No other woman could ever compare. No matter how many years past, I never forgot her...not even for one night. I’d lost all hope of ever finding her again.
Until the day I was lounging on a tropical beach, and she served me a drink.
She doesn’t remember me.
She doesn’t know I’m the father of our beautiful little girl.
But I’m not the kind of man who backs away from a challenge. I’ll make her fall in love with me again and reclaim her, body and soul.
But my kingdom is filled with secrets and lies.
Someone stole my sheikha from me. They’re plotting to make her disappear again...and this time, they want to make sure I can never find her.
Her target was at the end of the beach. She made her way over, showing some hustle, knowing tips would be more likely if she brought them a cold drink instead of a lukewarm one.
He was lounging back, his head in the shade, getting a bit of a tan.
Unlike all the other men she had been working for today?
He was actually kinda hot.
Tanned, but he wasn’t a white guy in the first place, but a tanned olive was still much sexier than a pale olive. There were visible abs, a light layer of hair, and his arms? They were thick and powerful looking, but not in the disgusting veiny sort of way. He was in swim trunks, which was a damn shame. He was definitely the sort of man she would want to see in a speedo.
She then mentally slapped herself. He was still a rich asshole like the rest of them. Maybe he was some famous international actor or something like some sort of rock star idol. She didn’t recognize him by his body, as much as she wished she did.
Or... or did she?
She winced. The weirdest feeling of Deja Vu hit her.
“Your drink, sir,” she said, setting down the tray. She thought of maybe getting closer to get a good look at his face, see if maybe he was some sort of male butterface or something, and let that fact calm down her strange lust for the man.
That did nothing of the sort.
She was damn glad she had already put the tray down because if it was still in her hands, she would have surely dropped it.
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Translated by Nelson Santos
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Translated by mariana martinez
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