Rashid
“I'll be seeing you soon, your highness."
I turned to look back at the towncar.
Hafsa's window was rolled partially down, her sunglasses obscured her eyes from me, but I knew she had fixed me with an intense look judging by the way her shoulders were squared back from her.
I held in a sigh and simply nodded in return. There was no use getting into an argument with her over her schedule of visiting me frequently now she'd made her intentions clear to me. I supposed if I actually had a backbone and stood up to my mother, none of this would be happening.
Yet here I was, trying to fend off an Abu Dhabi princess while also trying to bed an American girl.
Honestly, what had Zayed gotten me into.
My body stirred at the thought of Lyla waiting for me up in her room. I wondered wha
