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  Chapter 11

  Fiddah arrived late for the family dinner. She had spent the past week making sure Sara was okay. She knew Sara was panicked about the pregnancy, so she went to her apartment every day to make sure she was ok. She bought Sara a few things to help with the morning sickness and the dizziness. She had also told Amir that Sara would not be in to work that week. She needed time to adjust. Fiddah greeted everyone as she sat down.

  “How come you pay so much attention to Sara?” Amir asked her when she told them why she was late.

  “She is lovely girl. I like her,” Fiddah replied.

  “Why?” Tariq asked with a frown on his face as if there was a bad smell.

  “Who is Sara?” Aaliyah, Tariq and Amir's cousin asked. She had moved in with them after her parents died and had been raised like a younger sister.

  “My assistant,” Amir replied as he rubbed her head. He was always play fighting with her.

  “Do you like this one?” Mrs. Botros asked. She knew her son was always changing assistants as if he was changing socks.

  “I do. She is very competent, intelligent and very funny,” Amir replied.

  “So, Tariq is the only who loathes her,” Aaliyah said.

  “As usual,” Amir said.

  “But why have you been looking after her?” Sheik Botros; their father, asked Fiddah.

  “Poor girl,” Fiddah said and sighed. She took a sip of her wine.

  “Why? Is something wrong?” Amir asked. “I knew I should have gone to see her. She had been unwell last week,” he added. His face was now creased with worry.

  “She is with child. Don't tell her I told…” Fiddah said, but before she could finish, Tariq dropped his fork and cut her off.

  “She's what?” Tariq roared as everyone turned to look at him.

  “Sara is pregnant?” Amir questioned. He was shocked. Fiddah nodded. Tariq wiped his mouth with his napkin before tossing it down. He got up and immediately stalked to the exit without saying another word.

  “What is wrong with him?” Aaliyah asked.

  “That was rather peculiar,” Mrs. Botros commented.

  * * * *

  Sara jumped when she heard loud banging on the door. She pressed the monitor by the door to see who it was. Her jaw dropped open when she saw that it was Tariq. What was he doing here? She wanted to ignore him but he kept banging loudly. Kaleena opened her door to find out what the commotion was all about.

  “Sheik Tariq?” Kaleena asked. She was shocked to see him there.

  “Is she home?” Tariq asked Kaleena. He recognised her from the restaurant.

  “Yes, she is.”

  Sara rolled her eyes. She didn't want him to know that she was home and hoped he'd stop knocking and go away. Now that Kaleena had told him, she had to open the door. She looked at him with irritation. He walked into her apartment before she could say anything. Kaleena grinned at Sara.

  “I'll talk to you later,” Sara said to Kaleena and shut the door. She looked at Tariq. “Why are you here?” she asked.

  “When were you going to tell me?” he challenged, raising his voice. He sounded angry.

  “Tell you what?” Sara was confused.

  “Don't play with me, Sara.”

  Sara frowned even more. She was too tired and sick to be dealing with him.

  “You are carrying my child,” he said staring at her belly.

  “How do you know?”

  “That's not the point. Why didn't you tell me?”

  “Would you want it if I did?” she shouted.

  “Do you think I'd kill my own child?” he shouted back at her. He was so angry, his hands were shaking. He turned and punched the wall. Sara was shocked, her eyes wide.

  “Well, you loathe the mother. Why would I think that you would care about our first-born?” Sara asked as her voice cracked. She was not going to cry. She was not going to cry, she chanted to herself.

  “How I feel about you.” Tariq stopped. “This situation.” Rubbing his head, “That doesn't mean I do not want my child,” he finally managed to say. He walked to her and grabbed her hand. She tried to pull free, but it was pointless. He was much stronger than she was. And determined. Looking around, he tightened his grip on her hand, “You will not stay here in this dump. You are coming with me,” he said and headed for the door pulling her with him.

  Grinding to a halt, Sara looked at him angrily. “Who do you think you are?”

  “The father of our unborn baby. There is no use fighting me, you will not win.”

  “At least let me get my things,” she said. She saw the look of anger and determination on his face. She knew she had to give in. For now.

  “Someone will come back for them.” He did not trust her. She would refuse to leave. He picked her up and put her over his shoulder. She started hitting his back and shouting for him to put her down. He opened the door to leave. Keira and Kaleena jumped. They had their ears to the door, trying to eavesdrop. He looked down at them angrily.

  “Pack up all her stuff. Someone will come by later to pick it up,” Tariq ordered before he strode to the elevator.

  The twins looked at each other in disbelief and confusion. How was Sara pregnant with his child? When had this happened and why was he carrying her on his shoulder? They walked into her apartment and quickly packed her belongings.

  Later that evening, a sophisticated, tall woman came to collect Sara's things. She said that she was one of Tariq's assistants. Keira and Kaleena tried asking her what was going on but she refused to say anything.

  * * * *

  Sara paced up and down in her new bedroom. When they arrived at Tariq’s home, she was reluctant to get out of the car so he carried her upstairs and deposited her in this bedroom telling her that it was her room until she gave birth. She tried arguing with him about it. She did not want to live with him, but he was very clear on the matter. It was his child. She was to stay there whether she liked it or not. He did not want to speak about it anymore.

  Sara looked around the room. It was large. There was a king-sized bed with pillars on each corner. The floor was marble, like the entire house. There was a 50-inch flat screen TV. The walk-in closet was the size of her entire apartment and the balcony had breath-taking views of the city. The adjoining bathroom was beautifully decorated with a soaking tub the size of a hot tub. While the room was beautiful, it didn’t change the fact that she was here against her will. Mostly. How was it that the one person who detested her the most was now her baby’s daddy? She sighed and threw herself on the bed.

  Chapter 12

  Sara dragged her feet as she went downstairs early the next morning. She was wearing shorts and a vest. She felt unbearably hungry. She walked up to the huge fridge, opened it and stared inside. She didn't know what to eat.

  “Looking for something?” She heard Tariq's voice. She turned quickly. He was sitting at the table reading a newspaper.

  “Figures that you're one of those men who reads newspapers in the morning,” Sara said as she turned her attention back to the fridge. She pulled out eggs and some veggies. Tariq was sitting there watching her.

  “There is someone who can cook for you,” Tariq said.

  “Too much hassle. I’m hungry now.”

  She searched every cabinet until she found cooking oil and a pan. She made herself a mushroom omelette. Tariq watched her the entire time. She took the pan and placed it on the placemat across from him before sitting down. Tariq frowned when he realised that she was going to eat straight from the pan.

  “There are plates you know,” he said.

  “That will take too long,” she said. She used her fork to cut the omelette, and then shoved it in her mouth. She looked at Tariq who was frowning at her. “It's your fault for bringing me here. So you're going to have to deal with my habits,” she said and carried on eating. After the third bite, she ran from the room. Tariq followed her and waited outside the toilet. He knocked on the door.

  “Are you all righ
t?” He asked.

  “No!” she called out. A wave of panic washed over Tariq as he stormed in. Sara was hunched over the toilet. “I'm hungry and I love eggs but I can't eat them,” Sara sniffled. Tariq narrowed his eyes.

  “I thought something was wrong,” he said as he held her hair back. Sara was shocked that he was there for her like that. She would have never pegged him for a caring guy. Then she remembered that it was all for his child. It had nothing to do with her.

  She got up and rinsed her mouth. She wiped her face with a towel. “I'm fine,” she said to Tariq and left the bathroom. As she headed towards her room, he grabbed her arm.

  “Are you fine?” he asked. Her eyes watered.

  “I'm just hungry,” she said.

  Tariq's eyes widened. He was shocked that she was emotional about food. He knew she loved food but not this much.

  “So you want to cry about it?”

  “It's the hormones,” Sara said and stormed off to her bedroom.

  A few moments later, Tariq came to her bedroom with a tray of food. Sara's face immediately brightened up. She accepted the tray with glee. Tariq shook his head. It was going to be a long nine months.

  “I am going to speak to Amir,” Tariq said.

  “About what?” Sara spat out. She knew he was going to find out soon anyway but she was not ready for him to know.

  “You’re not working.”

  “Me, what now?” this was worse. Sara loved her job.

  “Did you think you were going to continue working?”

  Sara placed the tray on the table. A wave of rage washed over her. Who was he to stop her from working? He has been mean to her since the moment he met her and she was done. She stood on the bed and tried to slap him but Tariq caught her hand.

  “You are so controlling!” she shouted at him.

  “And you are so stubborn. Listen to me.”

  Sara puffed up her cheeks. She was so mad at him. She loved her job. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to get it and she was not giving it up. Tariq wanted to laugh at her little tantrum, but at the same time, she needed to be disciplined. She was too unladylike and stubborn. In one move, he picked her up and slammed her on the bed. She screamed as she landed. Before she could roll off, he had her hands above her head as he loomed over her. Sara tried to kick him but he pinned her legs down. As Sara squirmed, Tariq made a strangled noise as he tightened his grip on her wrists.

  “Stop that,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “What are you doing?” she asked as she glared at him.

  He didn't answer her, but continued to stare down at her. Sara became aware of his arousal as he slowly began grinding against her. Dipping his head down, he kissed her. As Sara moaned, he released her and she immediately wrapped her legs around him as her hands came around his neck. Tariq was surprised at her sudden shift. One minute she was taking a swing at him and the next, she was kissing him back. She was an unpredictable tigress.

  Sensing his confusion, she said the only thing that she could think of. “Hormones,” she mumbled as she nibbled on his chin. Tariq chuckled.

  “I think it’s going to be a very long nine months,” he crooned as he licked her ear.

  “Well, you asked for it. Now, keep doing what you were doing,” Sara demanded.

  Quickly removing her vest, Tariq looked down at her. His grandmother was right, she was glowing and her breasts were blossoming. Smacking his lips, he grinned as he cupped her breasts. They were beautiful before, but now. He flicked both nipples with his thumbs as she gasped and arched against him. He rolled to her side so he could look at them better. They were definitely bigger. As he continued to play with her nipples, Sara began to pant.

  “I don’t know why, but they’ve become so sensitive. I swear, even wearing a bra turns me on.” At her confession, Tariq groaned before he leaned over to lick one. Sara continued to squirm as she reached for his head. Sliding his free hand down her body, his fingers brushed over her mound. He paused when he realized that something was different. Sara grumbled, “Why did you stop?” Tariq reached for her waistband and pulled her shorts down. A slow smile crept across his face as he confirmed that she had indeed shaved. He leaned down to kiss the top of her mound.

  “You shaved,” he said as he nibbled the inside of her legs.

  “Now, there you go, stating the obvious,” Sara managed to respond as she was busy trying to coax his mouth closer.

  Suddenly, Tariq reached under one hip and lifted her toward him. Inhaling her scent, he smiled. She still smelled of strawberries. Positioning her so he could watch her face, he rubbed the inside of her legs and along her groin, as he watched her pupils grow. He dipped his head and slowly licked up her slit. He could feel her getting wet with her own juices as he nibbled lightly along her lips. Parting them, he continued to lick and suck along the inside of her lips. Watching her, he silently dared her not to look away as two fingers found their way inside. She was very wet and still so very tight. Her vaginal walls gripped his fingers. Twisting them around, he knew he had found the right spot when Sara’s lips parted and she began to pant again. Smiling at her, he felt her clit pop out from hiding as he began to lavish attention on it. Sara began to rock in time to his sucking, but soon began bucking as he increased the intensity on her clit. As he rubbed harder against her g-spot, Sara cried out as she pushed her hips against his mouth.

  Her orgasm shot out of her as Tariq kept up his ministrations while she bucked and rocked against him. As she slowly came back down, she realized that Tariq was rubbing her hips and bottom while he continued to lick her. As she lay back exhausted, he rose up above her as he watched her face. She expected him to take her, but instead he kissed her nose before getting off the bed. Grabbing a blanket, he covered her.

  “Get some rest,” he told her before he left the room closing the door behind him. Sara lay back stunned. She was fairly sure he had just dismissed her, but she was still feeling too good to think clearly.

  * * * *

  Tariq walked into Amir's office later that morning to find his brother sitting with Malik. Amir was picking up the phone. He pressed a number. “Adiva get me Sara's number please,” he said.

  “I need to speak to you about that actually,” Tariq said to Amir and pulled out a chair to sat down.

  “I know you don't like her but I want to check on her. Make sure she is okay and find out when she will be back to work.”

  Tariq sighed heavily before he said anything. “She will not be back,” he said. Amir put the phone down slowly, looking at his brother. Malik was lost.

  “What is going on? What's wrong with Sara?” Malik asked feeling both concerned and confused. He had actually come to speak with her about El-Sultari. There was oil found there and he wanted her to be the first to know.

  “She is,” before Tariq could finish speaking, Sara walked into the office and cut him off.

  “Morning, Sheik Amir. I’m sorry that I'm late, but I’m here now,” she said and bowed to him.

  “What are you doing here?” Tariq questioned her.

  “Coming to work,” Sara replied.

  “Are you well enough to?” Amir asked. Malik sat looking at each of them. He was so confused.

  “No, she isn't” Tariq replied.

  “I am fine,” Sara spoke through clenched teeth. He was really getting on her nerves.

  “She is pregnant, not disabled,” Amir said.

  “Exactly!” Sara said.

  “You're pregnant?” Malik asked. He was shocked.

  “Yes, with my child,” Tariq roared.

  “What?!” Amir and Malik spat out at the same time. They were both shocked with the news. No one had seen that coming. Sara turned on her heel and walked out. Tariq did not even bother to explain the situation to them. He went after Sara. She had gone to her office. He opened the door and slammed it behind him. They both started arguing. He wanted her to stay home but she did not want to.

  “Is it going to be like this
when the baby is born?” Sara shouted and threw herself on the sofa. “I will not let you make all the decisions regarding this baby. MY BABY!” she added.

  “It was my seed! I have as much right as you do.”

  “Exactly! It’s equal, so stop making it one-way. Besides it is I who has to suffer for the next nine months, not you!”

  Tariq walked out. There was no reasoning with her. She was determined to work. He was going to let her have this one month. But next month, he was removing her from work whether she liked it or not.