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At least I’d have the children I’d always wanted. Even though this wasn’t the way I’d planned to have them.
“He said you don’t have to knock and to go right in. He wants to greet everyone together.”
I nodded and walked down the hall, pausing for a brief moment before I entered the bedroom.
The first thing I noticed was the elegant simplicity of the space. It possessed little of the over-the-top old-world glamour of Ashur’s predecessor. The colors were a combination of light tones of creams, whites, and grays mixed with furnishings that were stylish and usable.
There was the scent of spiced cologne and soap in the air, telling me Ashur was in the shower.
My pulse jumped and need flared to life in my core.
I walked over to the curtain-covered windows, setting my purse on a nearby table. Tucking my loose hair behind my ear, I pulled back the drapes and gazed out at the breathtaking view of the manicured lawn.
Never in a million years would I have believed Ashur Kumar, the boy whose heart I’d broken when we were barely out of our youth, would want to marry me almost fifteen years later, much less want to have children with me.
And even more unfathomable was that me, Tara Rayna Zain, controversial human rights attorney, was about to become first lady.
At that moment, the door leading out of the bathroom opened and a whiff of steam billowed into the room.
“You could have joined me, Tara. It isn’t as if you haven’t seen the goods before.”
“He said you don’t have to knock and to go right in. He wants to greet everyone together.”
I nodded and walked down the hall, pausing for a brief moment before I entered the bedroom.
The first thing I noticed was the elegant simplicity of the space. It possessed little of the over-the-top old-world glamour of Ashur’s predecessor. The colors were a combination of light tones of creams, whites, and grays mixed with furnishings that were stylish and usable.
There was the scent of spiced cologne and soap in the air, telling me Ashur was in the shower.
My pulse jumped and need flared to life in my core.
I walked over to the curtain-covered windows, setting my purse on a nearby table. Tucking my loose hair behind my ear, I pulled back the drapes and gazed out at the breathtaking view of the manicured lawn.
Never in a million years would I have believed Ashur Kumar, the boy whose heart I’d broken when we were barely out of our youth, would want to marry me almost fifteen years later, much less want to have children with me.
And even more unfathomable was that me, Tara Rayna Zain, controversial human rights attorney, was about to become first lady.
At that moment, the door leading out of the bathroom opened and a whiff of steam billowed into the room.
“You could have joined me, Tara. It isn’t as if you haven’t seen the goods before.”
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