"Amaro, what would you like to eat? And I will buy it for you" she said.
"No need to buy food, I don't feel like eating here in my office. Let's go out for lunch. I want you to try local foods here in Dubai. I know a place that isn't luxurious but they serve exceptionally delicious food and the place is hygienic too." He knew that she is somewhat apprehensive to dine in a luxury restaurant.
"If that is what you want, then so be it." she said to him nonchalantly.
She did not show her excitement, she really wanted to try the local food in Dubai. She wanted to have a taste of their food yesterday, but unfortunately, Amaro has brought her to an Italian restaurant for lunch and to a French restaurant at night and today's breakfast was American breakfast. Finally, she will eat Dubai's local food.
"Let's go" she heard Amaro ordered. She took her bag and followed him.
At the restaurant, she was shocked with all the food that was on their table. There were so many that it could feed a dozen people.
"Amaro, why is there plenty of food? We aren't blue whales, we can't finish it all even if we stay until evening" she chuckled.
"We don't have to eat it all. I want you to taste every dish on their menu." chuckling, he put food on her plate.
"Here, try it. It's a bit spicy but it's delicious" he said.
"Oh, please no. You mustn't serve me, I should be the one doing that to you." She stopped him.
"It's nothing, I want to do it." he smiled.
"Why do you do this to me? You are a prince and I am just your PA."
"Honestly, I want to be a friend of yours." he said, extending his hands to her.
"Alright, friends" she took his hands and shook it. They both laugh.
"Now, eat!" Amaro said
Kashmir tried every dish and enjoyed everything.
Amaro never averted his eyes from her, the only time that he took his eyes off her is when he got food and placed it on her plate and his. He has never been this happy before, Kashmir really made his day. They stopped eating when they were full.
"Amaro, if we eat like this frequently we would turn into a blue whale." she said
Amaro threw his head back and burst into laughter. He can't help but laugh with her witty remark.
Kashmir laugh also, she got carried away by Amaro's laughter.
"You know, you are so witty," he said, while laughing.
They went back to the company in a jovial mood. Upon entering the office they both went to their respective desks and started to work.
After a while, Kashmir stood and said "Do you want to have some coffee?"
"Yes, please. I need it."
"Black coffee, latte or cappuccino?"
"Have you also worked as a barista before?" Amaro smirked at her.
"No, I didn't but I took a short course training"
"Well, I like cappuccino," he smiled.
She proceeded to make his coffee while Amaro reviewed a document.
"Your coffee" she placed the coffee on top of his desk. "I hope you will like it," she added.
"Thank you" he put down the document he was reviewing.
"My pleasure," Kashmir replied with a smile.
"By the way, you have a meeting at 4 p.m." she reminded him.
Kashmir went back to her desk and continued her work. Until a gentle knock was heard that they lifted their head. And their eyes met, she quickly broke eye contact. She could feel her face hot.
"Come in" Amaro's baritone voice rang.
"Your Highness, Mr. Smith is here" the secretary informed.
"Let him come in," he said while getting from his chair.
Mr. Smith came in. He is the same age as Amaro, he is an American. He is the CEO of the company that works with Amaro's family company. He is a good looking man on par with Amaro's beautiful face and chiseled physiques.
''Your highness, my pleasure to meet you" he said
"Likewise, Mr. Smith" he smiled and gestured to follow him. He walked towards the couch and Mr. Smith followed suit.
Kashmir approached them and asked. "Excuse me Mr. Smith, would you like some coffee?" she smiled.
"Yes, please. Ms… Your name please? he winked at her.
"Kashmir Lara, sir"
"A beautiful name for a stunningly beautiful lady. Can I invite you for dinner tonight?" He abruptly held her hand and planted a kiss on it.
She stepped backwards in disgust and moved quickly toward her table. She completely forgot to make coffee for Mr. Smith.
Amaro and Mr. Smith talked about the collaboration of their company, while they were talking Amaro glances at Kashmir, he is worried that she is terrified with Mr. Smith's action.
They talked for an hour then they stood and shook hands.
Mr. Smith approached Kashmir who was engrossed in her work.
"Kashmir, can I have your phone number?" he said, giving his iPhone to her.
The way he called her was intimate which irritated Amaro.
Not wanting to offend her employer's business partner, Kashmir keyed in her phone number.
"Can we have dinner tonight?" Mr. Smith asked
"No, she is not available tonight" Amaro abruptly said
"I am sorry Mr. Smith I am not available tonight." she seconded.
"Very well, next time then." And he left.
Amaro approached Kashmir and held her chin up and asked her. "Are you alright, were you frightened?"
"Honestly, it was not fear that I felt but disgust." she said.
"Anyway when he comes again, you don't need to entertain him."
"Thank you sir."
"How did you address me again?"
"Thank you Amaro" she immediately corrected herself.
"We have to go home now. Pack your things"
They had dinner together at the palace.
After taking a shower, Kashmir had a video call with her family. She missed them so much that they talked for an hour and a half and her battery ran out of charge. She switched her phone off, took her phone charger and plugged it to recharge.
Amaro knocked and Kashmir answered the door for him. He came in and said,
"Why are you not picking up your phone? I have been calling you for ages." he was exasperated, he badly wanted to hear her voice before sleeping but she didn't answer the call.
"I had a video call with my family and my battery ran out of charge," she explained.
His exasperation melted upon hearing her explanation.
"Do you miss them?" he asked with a concerned voice.
Kashmir nodded and looked down at the floor, she was concealing her teary eyes.
Amaro pulled her into his arms, Kashmir could no longer control herself and cried on his chest.
"Princess, I am here for you. Please don't be sad. I don't want to see you cry" he said.
"Go to your bed now and sleep. Good night" he said and walked out of the door.
He is torn apart between staying a little longer or leaving but he chose the latter because he might lose control if he stayed longer.
Kashmir went to her bed and smelled the three red roses that are on her bed and put it at the night stand. She laid at the bed thinking who gave her the flowers and in no time, she was already dead to the world.
"Are you ready?" Amaro hugged Kashmir from behind. Turning to face him. "Yes, I am." "Finally, our Adil Amir will be the crown prince of Dubai a few hours from now," she said. The king had abdicated the throne and Kharim was crowned king when Adil Amir was 10 years old. 15 years later, Adil Amir was to be crowned as the crown prince of Dubai since Amaro didn't like the position, Adil Amir was next in succession. Kharim and Cleo had three children who were all female. As Kharim resolutely chose to be like his father and brother who had only one wife. Most of all he loved his wife and never looked at any woman. After all, he was already fed up with womanizing. So he had no hope of having a son. "Mother, you are always beautiful," Adil Amir said as he hugged Kashmir. "Thank you son," she said, looking at her 25 years old son wearing a crown. "Your mother will want you to visit us in Paris once a month. I know you'll be busier than ever now as you're already the crown prince of Duba
Amaro left the room after a period of time. He thought to give Kashmir ample time so she could calm down and they could talk. However, his heart sank in despair upon hearing that she left with the children. It was like his whole world was falling apart. The thought of losing his family is something he can't live with. "Get the car, we're leaving," he ordered Omar. "Yes, Your Highness," he bowed before he set out to do what he had been ordered to do. "Let's go to Lavigne's mansion," said Amaro, slipping in the car. His wife and children were sure to be there. He knew that Kashmir, however emotional she was, would not put their children at risk. Amaro got out of the car shortly after the car came to a full stop. His heart thumping inside his chest. He breathed in so he could calm down. He was so nervous to face Kashmir and what she was going to tell him. "Your Highness, your wife and kids went shopping with Princess Lauren," said the butler to Amaro when he asked where Kashmir wa
It's been a couple of months since Kashmir moved back to Amaro's mansion. Amaro couldn't ask for more, he had his wife back. Little did he know that there's yet to come that will shake him to the core. It was Saturday morning, Kashmir was having a shower when Amaro joined her in the shower. He spun her around to face him. Kashmir felt slightly dizzy and felt a throbbing pain in her temple. While Amaro was thirstily kissing her, the image of Irene and Amaro flashed in her mind so vividly that it's like she's taken back to the time where she saw Amaro and Irene under the shower. What happened two years ago came back to her mind. Unlocking their lips, she harshly pushed Amaro. Wearing a robe as she went out of the bathroom, her tears cascading her cheeks."Hey, what's wrong?" Amaro said as he came after her, wearing his robe. Kashmir refused to look at him, dressed up hastily. "Love, what did I do to make you angry," he knew she was angry at him.
The day after Kashmir's father and mother arrived, the king and queen together with Kharim and his wife Cleo arrived in Paris. The queen couldn't hold back her tears, "Kashmir, my daughter." The queen hugged her tightly as if she didn't want to let her go. "Mother, you are smothering my wife," Amaro chuckled. "Mother, my wife still has yet to recover her memory," Amaro explained as Kashmir couldn't return the affection given to her by the queen. "You mean, Kashmir is amnesiac?" Kharim chimed into the conversation. "Yes," Amaro replied, putting his arm around Kashmir's shoulder. "How are you, daughter?" The king asked Kashmir, his eyes tenderly looked at her. "I'm fine, Your Majesty," Kashmir answered and bowed her head. The king chuckled and said while looking at Amaro, "You're right son, your wife has amnesia because if she hasn't, she'll call me father." The king looked back at Kashmir and added, "Call me father, that is how you address me since
"Wow! I underestimated your skill. You're not only good at seducing, but also good at manipulating. You have taken advantage of the fact that my fiancee had lost her memory," Charles said sardonically, his lips twitched. "He didn't manipulate me, he had proof that I am his wife. And he also has proof that Adil Amir and Avril are our offsprings," she can't just remain quiet when she hears that he was ridiculed by Charles. "Amaro, please show them the proof," she whispered to him. Amaro kissed her forehead and went to their room. Charles was so jealous when he saw how they displayed their affection. For two years since she returned, he had never had a chance to be intimate with her because she always distanced herself from him. Mrs Lavigne was agitated at how Naomi behaved in front of Charles. "Naomi, what happened to you? What did he do to you to behave like this? " Mrs Lavigne couldn't hide her exasperation. "I'm not Naomi, I'm Kashmir," she fired back. Mrs Lavigne was startled
Omar opened the door of the car, Amaro smiled at him and smiled back. Omar was happy that the prince was happy. Amaro told him everything about Naomi. When the car was already on the street, Omar closed the partition to give the family their privacy and for him to concentrate on his driving as well. He was tempted to keep looking at the prince and his family and was afraid that they might have an accident because of it. While Avril slept during their trip to Amaro's mansion, all Amaro did was to plunder Naomi's mouth. Naomi hadn't complained about it as she thirsted for Amaro's kiss. He only stopped once they reached the mansion. Before getting out of the car. Amaro looked at Naomi's mouth that was already swollen because of the prolonged kissing. A slow contented smile etched on his handsome face. "Daddy, mommy," Adil Amir screamed when he saw Amaro and Naomi come into the mansion. "Who is she?" he asked, pointing at Avril. "Your little sister," Amaro answered. Naomi wanted to c