The Return of the Sheikh (13 page)

“He is his father in that respect.”

Madison had the strongest feeling there could be a personal story behind that comment. She didn’t have the strength to delve into more high drama. “And tomorrow, he’s going to replace his father. He doesn’t need this complication.”

“He does need to see that you are all right. He has been so consumed with that need, he has taken to ordering everyone around like a petulant child.”

That was news to her. She figured he’d gotten so caught up in the precoronation activities, she’d been the last thing on his mind. “Then why hasn’t he stopped by?”

“Because Dr. Barad ordered him to stay away from you for at least twenty-four hours.”

She experienced a measure of satisfaction that he was concerned, but she also feared his reaction when she lowered the baby boom. If she decided to make the revelation.

“Have you given any thought to when you are going to tell him?” Elena asked, as if she’d channeled her concerns.

That’s all she’d been thinking about. “I have no idea. I’m not even sure I should tell him.” She held her breath and waited for a lecture on the virtues of honesty.

“Some would say it would be wrong to withhold such important information from Prince Zain,” Elena began. “But I know the seriousness of the people’s expectations when it comes to their ruler. You could be viewed as an outsider and unworthy of the king. You could be shunned, and so could your child. And Prince Zain’s standing could forever be tarnished beyond repair.”

She knew all those things, but that didn’t make it easier to hear them. “And that’s my dilemma, Elena. I wish I were better emotionally equipped to handle it, but I’m not. I’m worried that if I do tell him, he’ll be angry and he’ll send me immediately packing.” That would solve her problem, but it would hurt to the core.

Elena squeezed her hand. “When the rumors surfaced about the paternity issues involving the Prince Zain and the model, I knew they were not true. He would never abandon his child, nor would he abandon the woman he loves with all his heart.”

“He’s never said he loves me, Elena.” But then she had never told him, either.

“He is like any other man, afraid to say the word for fear he will swallow his tongue and never speak again, among other things.”

They shared in a brief laugh before the seriousness of the situation settled over Madison again. “If what you say is true, then I would be asking him to choose between me and his child, and his country. And if he does choose us, he might regret that decision the rest of his life, and in turn resent me.”

“That is possible.”

Madison fought back another onslaught of tears. “Please tell me what to do, Elena.”

“Only you can decide,
cara.
And you must ask yourself two important questions. Are you strong enough to stay, if that is what he wants from you, and do you love him enough to let him go if you decide not to ask that of him?”

She did love him enough to choose the latter. She couldn’t ask him to choose and risk he’d hate her for it. She’d rather part as friends, and live on a lifetime of memories. As far as what she would tell their child, she’d have to figure that out later when she had a clearer head and a less heavy heart.

Elena brushed a kiss across Madison’s cheek before she stood. “Whatever you decide, please know I believe you are more than worthy of Prince Zain’s love. If the situation were different, I would welcome you as the daughter I was never fortunate enough to have.”

Madison came to her feet and gave her a long hug. “And I would be proud to be your daughter-in-law, Elena.” If things were different, which they weren’t. “I can’t thank you enough for you advice and support.”

“You are welcome,
cara,
” she said with a kind smile. “And should you be in need of a governess after the baby’s birth, please keep me in mind. I would be happy to raise another Mehdi son or daughter.”

She appreciated the offer, though she couldn’t imagine Elena ever leaving this place. “I will definitely keep it in mind.”

“And I will be praying for a bright and happy future for you both.”

After Madison saw Elena out, it became all too clear what she had to do. She crossed the room, picked up the phone and pounded out Deeb’s extension. When he answered with his usual dry greeting, she dispensed with all pleasantries. “This is Madison Foster. Could you please reschedule my flight for first thing in the morning?”

A span of silence passed before he responded. “You do not wish to attend the coronation?”

She couldn’t very well tell the truth, so she handed him a partial lie. “I’m really disappointed I can’t attend, but I have a job offer and they want me to start immediately.”

“Should I inform the emir you’ve had a change in plans?”

“No. I’ll tell him.” Or not.

“As you wish.”

After she hung up, Madison curled up on the bed to take another nap. She needed more rest to regain her strength before she took the last step. A step that she didn’t want to take—the final goodbye to the man she loved.

*

When Zain opened the door and saw the sadness in Madison’s eyes, he knew why she had arrived unexpectedly in his quarters. She was not there only to wish him well, though she probably would. She was not there to spend one final night in his arms, though he wished she would. She was there to say her goodbyes.

“May I come in?” she asked, sounding unsure and unhappy.

He opened the door wide. “Please do.”

Once inside, they fell into an uncomfortable silence before she spoke again. “I went by your office first but Mr. Deeb said you’d retired early, so that’s why I’m here. I hope it’s okay.”

“Of course. You have been here before.”

“I know, but never through the front door.”

That brought about both their smiles, yet hers faded fast. “Come and sit with me awhile.”
Stay with me forever.
The thought arrived with the force of a grenade. A wish he could not fulfill.

After he cleared several documents from the sofa, Madison took a seat on the end, while he claimed the chair across from her. “You look much better than you did the last time I saw you. Are you feeling better?”

“Much better. I’ve had plenty of sleep.”

He could not say the same for himself. “Did Maysa determine why you fainted?”

“It could be a number of things, but all that matters now is I’m fine.”

She sounded less than confident, and that concerned him. “I am happy to hear that. I’ve been very worried about you since I had to catch you during your fall.”

“You caught me?” She both sounded and looked taken aback.

“I would never let you fall, Madison.” And he would never forget those moments of intense fear. “Do you not remember?”

She shook her head. “No. I just remember being dizzy, and then I woke up on the couch.”

“I was furious when Maysa demanded I leave you alone.” He still was.

“Elena told me you were not in the best of moods. I’m sure my little mishap, coupled with the upcoming ceremony, didn’t help. So are you nervous about tomorrow?”

No, but she was. He could tell by the way she folded the hem of her causal blue top back and forth. “I am ready for it to be over.” Though that meant they would be over, as well.

“I’m sure you are. But it’s the realization of your dreams, and that has to make you happy.”

Holding her would make him happy. Having her as a part of that dream would be the ultimate happiness. He felt he could do neither. “You should be happy to witness the fruits of your labor when I am officially crowned.”

Her gaze faltered. “I didn’t do that much, Zain.”

He would strongly disagree. “You managed to mold me into the king I was meant to be, and that was no small accomplishment.” She’d managed to steal his heart in the process.

She presented a sincere smile. “Yeah, you were a challenge at times. But I wouldn’t take a moment of it back.”

Nor would he, and he could not let another minute pass without being closer to her. He pushed off the chair and joined her on the sofa, much to her apparent dismay when she slid over as far as she could go.

“You need not be concerned,” he said. “I am not going to touch you unless you want me to do so.”

She sighed. “I would love for you to touch me, but that would only make it harder to leave you tonight.”

He took a chance and clasped her hand. “Then stay with me tonight. Better still, stay with me after the coronation.”

She pulled her hand from his grasp. “And what would my duties be, Zain? Your staff consultant, or your staff mistress?”

He experienced the resurgence of the anger he had harbored all day. “I am not my father. I have never viewed you as my mistress.”

“But that’s exactly what I would be when you choose your proper royal wife. Of course, you could send me on my way when that happens. And that would probably be best since I couldn’t stand the thought of some other woman in your bed.”

He could not stand the thought of any other woman in his bed aside from her. “I wish I could promise we could have an open relationship, but that is not possible. We would both suffer for it.”

“Then I guess we will just have to suffer through a permanent goodbye.”

When she came to her feet, Zain stood, as well. “I am asking you not to go, Madison. I am begging you to stay.”

She lowered her eyes. “What would be the point?”

He framed her face in his palms, forcing her to look at him. “Because I care for you, and I want your smile to be my last memory before you leave.”

When she laid her hands on his, he expected her to wrench them away. Fortunately, she did not. “If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t do this. You’d realize this is tearing me up inside.”

“And you would realize it is killing me to say goodbye tonight. I promise I only want to hold you, and to know you are beside me in the morning on the most important day of my life.”

“You are asking so much from me, Zain. Too much from us.”

Desperation drove him to continue to plead his case. “I am asking you to give us this final night together.”

“But I’m not strong around you.”

When he saw the first sign of tears in her eyes, he tipped his forehead against hers. “You are strong, Madison, and you have given me strength when I have needed it most.” He pulled back and thumbed away the moisture from her cheek. “You said you trusted me before. Trust me now.”

“I’d keep you awake with my crying.”

“I will gladly provide my shoulder.”

He seemed to wait an eternity for her to speak again. “Do you promise not to steal the covers?”

His spirits rose at the sight of her smile. “I promise I will do my best.”

“Then I’ll stay.” She pointed at him. “You have to wear clothes, and you can’t try to seduce me.”

He held the power to do that, but her faith in him was paramount. “I will remain dressed, and I will be on my best behavior.” While battling the clothing constraints and his ever-present desire for her.

“Okay.” She hid a yawn behind her hand. “Then let’s get on with it before I pass out again.”

His worry returned. “Do you feel that you might faint?”

“No, but I might fall asleep on my feet.”

As she entered the bathroom, Zain retrieved a pair of unused pajama bottoms from the bureau and ignored the top. He had promised he would remain dressed, but he hadn’t said how dressed he would be.

In an effort to hide his bare chest, he climbed into bed, pushed the wall switch that controlled the overhead light and covered up to his chin. She soon emerged from the bath and snapped on the nightstand lamp to reveal she was wearing one of his shirts. Clearly she meant to torture him.

She stood by the bed, a hand on her hip and a frown on her face. “Are you wearing anything, or have you already gone back on your word?”

He reluctantly lifted the sheet. “I am covered from the waist down and I feel that is a good compromise. You know I tend to get warm at night.”

“Fine. Scoot over.”

After he complied, Madison slid onto the mattress and snapped off the light. When she remained on her side, away from him, normally he would fit himself to her back. Tonight, he felt compelled to ask her permission. “May I hold you?”

“Yes, you may,” she answered without looking at him.

He settled against her, slipped one arm beneath her and draped the other over her hip. The scent of her hair, the warmth of her body, sent him into immediate turmoil. After a while, when he heard the sound of her steady breathing, he began to relax. Knowing she was there with him, if only for tonight, provided the comfort he needed. His eyes grew heavy and he soon drifted off.

He had no idea how long he had been asleep when he was awakened by the feel of Madison’s soft lips on his neck.

Not knowing if her affection stemmed from a dream, Zain remained frozen from fear of making the wrong move. But when she whispered, “One more memory,” he knew she was fully awake.

She was already undressed, and she made sure he joined her in short order. With nothing between them but bare skin, they kissed for long moments, touched with abandon. And when those kisses and touches led to the natural conclusion, Madison took the lead, and he let her. She straddled his hips, rose above him and guided him inside her.

Zain acknowledged this was her means to maintain some control, by leading him into the depths of pleasure, and he gladly followed. He watched her face as she found her climax, and realized he had never seen her look so beautiful. Yet his own body demanded release, and it came, hard and fast.

When Madison stretched out on top of him, their bodies still joined, he rubbed her back gently. He had never felt so deeply for anyone, and he had never cherished her enough until that moment, knowing that she had given him this final, lasting gift of lovemaking. He wished they could suspend time and remain this way indefinitely, but that was impossible.

He refused to consider that now. Refused to take away from this time with her. And when he felt her tears dampen his shoulder, he held her closer and wished he could do more. If wishes were coins, he’d have enough to fill the entire palace. Yet he would never be able to fill the empty place in his soul when she left him. At least he would have some time with her tomorrow, and that thought helped him sleep.