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How dare he lock her up?

Lauren eyed the camera in the top corner of the room She wanted to march toward it, stick her face in it and de energy

The sheer fury she had been running on was crashing already Misery gnawed at her

She turned her attention to the small room with its austere white walls and concrete floor The sterile smell of the room made her empty stomach heave Aboarded shut with cheap plastic and a faded plastic chair and table graced the roonificent foyer and reception hall where she’d stood in awe only a couple of hours ago

Even if she wanted to delude herself that it was all soritty reality of the room stopped her

She held her shoulders rigid But each passingdread and confusion The oldin her ears

Zafir, the Sheikh of Behraat?

It sounded straight out of a nightmare, yet how else could she explain all this?

She rubbed her eyes and sed, her throat dry and scratchy like sandpaper They had taken her backpack, her cell phone She thought longingly of the bottle of water in there and even the granola bar she usually hated

The knob turned as the door was fiddled with on the outside

Her e breath

Zafir stepped into the rooht line of his mouth and instantly pulled herself back up

He had ordered his minions to lock her up Just because he was here didn’t , she told herself sternly

He cast a look at the cae flicker went out

Apparently, all it took was a blink of an eye froed itself

He closed the door behind hiainst it

His gaze swept over her, noting everything about her with a chilling thoroughness

The traditional attire was gone yet he felt no er she had slapped so foolishly A white cotton shirt folded back at the cuffs revealed strong forear contrast against it

Black jeans outlined the hard strength of those s that had pinned and anchored her in the most intimate of acts, a mere couple of hours before he had stepped out of her life