Stolen By The Sheikh (Interracial Romance) Read Online Free
Author: Kira Ward
what he was doing. To her surprise, she saw that he was getting dressed.
Too afraid to say anything, Dani laid quietly, watching him button up his shirt. When he was fully dressed, he asked, “What is your name?”
“Dani,” she whispered.
“I can’t believe I forgot to ask for your name when you first arrived. I apologize. I think we both had an incredibly long night. The sun is rising, but if you can sleep you should. No one will bother you until you’ve had some rest. Do you want something to eat first?”
Dani shook her head. “No. I’m not hungry.”
The Sheikh sighed, looking slightly dejected. “Very well, then. Get some sleep. You have the phone. Call whenever you’d like.”
As soon as the door closed behind him, Dani began to shake violently from head to toe, adrenaline coursing through her body. She pulled back the sheets and comforter, and crawled underneath. She was afraid to fall asleep in this place, but the near-rape had drained her of what little energy reserves she had, and there was no fighting it. She surrendered to slumber, and dreamed about her father meeting her in the airport.
Meanwhile, Sheikh Abdul was wide awake and totally preoccupied with thoughts of Dani. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but there was something about the girl that moved him deeply. Something set her apart from the other girls he had known, and he knew that she was different in some way. Her fear and sadness nagged at him, and he felt a twinge of guilt. Clearly, he could never send her back now. It would be too risky. Plus, he really didn’t want to do that. There was no reason to go to extremes. No, he would keep her, but he would make every effort to make her happy. He saw it as his duty to prove to her that this wasn’t a nightmare, but a dream come true.
Chapter 5
When Dani finally woke up she was ravenously hungry. She was loathe to call the kitchen, but much like sleeping, she realized that she couldn’t avoid eating forever. She picked up the phone and dialed. A woman with a thick accent answered the phone in English. “Hello. What would you like to eat?”
Dani had no idea. Could she really order anything, like the thugs had said? Would the woman have any idea what she was talking about if she asked for a cheeseburger? After a long silence, Dani said, “I’m not sure what you have, so whatever you bring me will be fine.”
The woman said, “I started a nice kabsa for the Sheikh. I will bring you that.”
Dani hung up the phone and wondered what time it was. The cook was making food for the Sheikh, so she assumed it must be midday, around lunchtime, whenever that was for him. She also wondered what kabsa was, and hoped that it wouldn’t be disgusting. He stomach rumbled, and she turned on the TV to distract herself from the hunger pangs while she waited. As she flipped through the stations, she wondered how her father had managed to have “normal” TV, as it appeared that there was nothing of the kind available here. Multiple stations in Arabic, and one single station in English. She remembered reading that television programs were heavily censored in Saudi Arabia, and it was now registering that her dad’s access to CNN was probably not sanctioned. She left it on the English station, even though she wasn’t the least bit interested in the program, just for the comfort of familiarity.
There was a knock at the door, and she wondered why, since she clearly couldn’t open it, but then figured that maybe the cook or whoever was delivering her food from the kitchen had much better manners than the Sheikh and his goon squad. There was no need to be hostile towards some poor woman working in the kitchen. Goodness only knew what she had to endure. So she composed herself and called out, “Yes? Please come in.”
To her surprise, when the door opened it wasn’t a servant but Sheikh Abdul himself standing on the other side. He was holding an enormous tray of food, which he placed
Too afraid to say anything, Dani laid quietly, watching him button up his shirt. When he was fully dressed, he asked, “What is your name?”
“Dani,” she whispered.
“I can’t believe I forgot to ask for your name when you first arrived. I apologize. I think we both had an incredibly long night. The sun is rising, but if you can sleep you should. No one will bother you until you’ve had some rest. Do you want something to eat first?”
Dani shook her head. “No. I’m not hungry.”
The Sheikh sighed, looking slightly dejected. “Very well, then. Get some sleep. You have the phone. Call whenever you’d like.”
As soon as the door closed behind him, Dani began to shake violently from head to toe, adrenaline coursing through her body. She pulled back the sheets and comforter, and crawled underneath. She was afraid to fall asleep in this place, but the near-rape had drained her of what little energy reserves she had, and there was no fighting it. She surrendered to slumber, and dreamed about her father meeting her in the airport.
Meanwhile, Sheikh Abdul was wide awake and totally preoccupied with thoughts of Dani. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but there was something about the girl that moved him deeply. Something set her apart from the other girls he had known, and he knew that she was different in some way. Her fear and sadness nagged at him, and he felt a twinge of guilt. Clearly, he could never send her back now. It would be too risky. Plus, he really didn’t want to do that. There was no reason to go to extremes. No, he would keep her, but he would make every effort to make her happy. He saw it as his duty to prove to her that this wasn’t a nightmare, but a dream come true.
Chapter 5
When Dani finally woke up she was ravenously hungry. She was loathe to call the kitchen, but much like sleeping, she realized that she couldn’t avoid eating forever. She picked up the phone and dialed. A woman with a thick accent answered the phone in English. “Hello. What would you like to eat?”
Dani had no idea. Could she really order anything, like the thugs had said? Would the woman have any idea what she was talking about if she asked for a cheeseburger? After a long silence, Dani said, “I’m not sure what you have, so whatever you bring me will be fine.”
The woman said, “I started a nice kabsa for the Sheikh. I will bring you that.”
Dani hung up the phone and wondered what time it was. The cook was making food for the Sheikh, so she assumed it must be midday, around lunchtime, whenever that was for him. She also wondered what kabsa was, and hoped that it wouldn’t be disgusting. He stomach rumbled, and she turned on the TV to distract herself from the hunger pangs while she waited. As she flipped through the stations, she wondered how her father had managed to have “normal” TV, as it appeared that there was nothing of the kind available here. Multiple stations in Arabic, and one single station in English. She remembered reading that television programs were heavily censored in Saudi Arabia, and it was now registering that her dad’s access to CNN was probably not sanctioned. She left it on the English station, even though she wasn’t the least bit interested in the program, just for the comfort of familiarity.
There was a knock at the door, and she wondered why, since she clearly couldn’t open it, but then figured that maybe the cook or whoever was delivering her food from the kitchen had much better manners than the Sheikh and his goon squad. There was no need to be hostile towards some poor woman working in the kitchen. Goodness only knew what she had to endure. So she composed herself and called out, “Yes? Please come in.”
To her surprise, when the door opened it wasn’t a servant but Sheikh Abdul himself standing on the other side. He was holding an enormous tray of food, which he placed
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