The Desert Prince and The Dreamer

Chapter 17

"Hi handsome." Zayn's eyes widened as he looked up from his bed to see Lailah entering with a tray of food.

"What's happening?" he asked looking at her keenly then at himself. He was completely naked, no way. His frown deepened as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

"Sit back and relax babe, I personally made this breakfast for you." Lailah continued unbothered. She came and rested the tray on the bedside table the leaned over and placed a kiss on his lips. "Are you hungry or should we take care of something first?" She said mischieviously biting her lower lip and letting her hand slide from his bare chest going lower.

"Umm, that is a normal morning thing." Zayn suddenly sat up and shifted making her hand slide off him before he reached anywhere.

"Hmm, are you sure?" She asked coming to fully sit on top of him. The only thing that separated him from her was the covers and her clothing.

"Ye..Yes, I'm sure." Zayn closed her eyes willing this to be a dream. He didn't want to do anything he would regret later, they were in his house for heaven's sake, this was total haram.

"It's okay babe, let me make you feel good." Lailah coarsed him leaning over him, her boobs spilling over in his face." Zayn flipped her over and fully opened his eyes trying to make sense of what was happening. Then it dawned on him, yes he was in bed, and yes there was a woman right beneath him at the moment, and no She was not Lailah. Zayn didn't know whether to be relieved or sad. He looked around and saw that he was at Hamza's place. He sat back and ordered the woman to leave him which She did swiftly afraid of the tone of his voice. His mind went back to last night, Hamza had some kind of party and had invited him and Shaffik. His friend brought women and they were all over him and he remember taking one who looked almost like Lailah with him to his bedroom where he usually slept when at Hamza's. He didn't even know why he had to choose a girl who looked like the woman he despised. He got up and rushed to the shower after looking at the time, he had a meeting with his Father about the security of the company. Shaffik knew about this, why had he let him over sleep, that sneaky kid. Twenty minutes later he was fully dressed in his jallabiyah he had on yesterday and rushed passed a confused Hamza straight to his car and drove off. He would talk to his friend later.

"Where is Zayn?" the Sultan asked, his voice echoing through the silence. No one knew apparently. He turned to Shaffik and raised an eyebrow. "Go on boy, your brother has never been late, where is he?"

"Father I..." Shaffik started his head bowed.

"I'm here." another voice cut in and everyone looked at Zayn relieved that they were free from the King's scrutinizing gaze.

"Finally. What happened with you boy?" his Father asked.

"Some sneaky little bastard..."

"Language son." The King cut him off and they had a silent stare down until Zayn turned his gaze on his brother who raised an eyebrow. Why the hell was Zayn glaring at him? Shaffik wondered, was he by any chance blaming him? That wasn't possible because he wasn't the one who decided to sleep over at a friend's house when he knew he had work tomorrow. Zayn looked around the board members and his eyes rested on Lailah lastly who was sitting right beside him.

"What's she doing here?" he asked suddenly. He hadn't planned on seeing her so soon. The memory of her trying to seduce him was still so fresh in his mind. Was she capable of that? She seemed to be in control of her life but she was probably shy in that area. Would She try to seduce him if the opportunity arose? Did he even want her to seduce him? Where had all these thoughts come from anyway! Zayn shook his head, he had to stop or else she will be his downfall.

"It will be for your own good if you kept in mind that Ms. Nazzir is a board member Zayn." the King suddenly turned to the board, "Let us begin."

"You have a lipstick stain on your collar." Lailah leaned a little bit to the left and whispered to Zayn who blanched and forced himself not to look.

"I know." Ofcoarse he didn't know.

"Do you two want to take over?" the King suddenly glared at them, "Because I'm not waiting for you to finish your chitchat."

"Sorry, continue." Zayn said while Lailah bowed her head her face reddening. She didn't mean to interrupt the King but her eyes couldn't stop looking at the lipstick stain on Zayn's cloth. Where had he been last night, probably with a lot of women. He could have a pick so why was she even bothered, she wondered.

One hour later between refreshments, the meeting ended. All the board members stood up and left the room. "Zayn, a word." his Father called.

"Yes Father." Zayn turned

"Let's talk in your office." they left and went to Zayn's office. "So, have you thought about the Imam's proposal yet?" his Father asked the moment they sat down. He was not one for small talk.

"Ofcoarse not Dad, you don't think I would want to marry into that family, do you?" Zayn looked at his Father in the eye, daring him to tell him otherwise.

"Well, you're right," the King agreed grudgingly, "But still the question stands, when should I expect an introduction to the woman you're going to marry? Should that lipstick stain make me hopeful that it's going to happen soon?"

"For godsake what's wrong with everyone noticing the lipstick stain. And no Dad, this means nothing. You're still capable of running the Empire so I don't need to take over now."

"You speak like a foolish child." his Father rebuked, "Shaffik seems more ready than you are."

"You wouldn't dare make Shaffik the Leader." Zayn growled.

"You think you know me son? Well you don't." the King stood up and leaned over his son. "And now listen, I'm giving you an ultimatum, immediately after your sister's wedding, I expect to be introduced to a daughter in law, a woman capable to rule alongside you. The same thing goes for Shaffik, the first one to introduce a woman will be the next Sultan."

"But that is just two months away." Zayn protested.

"Do I look like I care, push me and I'll give you a week or else the whole Empire goes to Shaffik's capable hands." the King shouted glaring at his son. "It's time to get over the different thoughts and ideas you have about women, open your eyes and heart, or else I will be forced to get for you a woman deemed fit in my eyes."

"Okay. Two months, you got it." Zayn growled glaring at his Father. Why was he doing this to him.

"Good, better start right away, tick-tock son, time is not on your side." he turned to leave then stopped at the door and turned, "I have an idea, why not start from your office, your search will be quicker." Zayn looked at his Father like he had gone mad.

"Dad, these women are like my mothers." he made a disgusted face and the King looked at him sadly and shook his head.

"You have a long way to go." he said and left immediately. Zayn sat down with a frown wondering what his Father had meant. He turned to look at the stain on his cloth and sighed. He stood up and went to his office closet and got out his extra suit.