Annie West - Royals Untamed!

As if on a mission, she grabbed her bag and, feeling slightly liberated, opened the door of the flat, humming as she quickly went down the stairs. It was gloomy in the corridor but sunlight streamed in as soon as she opened the old door that Kazim had been so disgusted with.

‘Oh!’ she gasped, shock hurtling at her, and stepped back a pace. Had her imagination just done that? She blinked a few times and looked again. Kazim was standing on the street, a few steps below her, as large as life.

‘What have you come for this time? You’ve already made it clear that our marriage is over,’ she snapped angrily at him. How dare he come back and upset the delicate balance she’d finally managed to achieve?

He moved towards her, his casual Western clothes allowing him to blend in with everyone on the street—almost. The wild untamed power he’d always radiated was still evident and his shiny black hair and handsome features meant he would never completely blend in; even in Barazbin he’d stood out. Just as he had when he’d found her at the club. The aura of power that surrounded him was undeniable.

Neither was she immune to him. Her heart rate accelerated, racing wildly, and, although she tried to tell herself it was nothing more than the trauma of seeing him on her doorstep, she knew it was him. Her husband.

She cursed herself for not being stronger. But how could she quash her love for him? It was almost impossible, even when it was obvious that he would never love in return.

‘We need to talk, Amber.’ Eyes as black as midnight slipped quickly down her body and she fought hard against the sensation of tingles, as if he’d actually touched her. Did he have to do that, look at her with hot desire in his eyes whilst his voice sounded so aloof?

‘I don’t think so, Kazim.’ A prickle of indignation ran down her spine and she stood taller, thankful for her position above him on the steps. It made her feel in charge. In control. ‘You’ve said it all.’

‘No.’ He moved up a step. Closer to her, but still leaving her able to look down on him. ‘No, I said only what I should have said, what it was my duty to say.’

She fumbled absently with the strap of her handbag and scrunched her eyes in confusion. Why did he have to talk in riddles all the time? Couldn’t he just say what he needed and go?

What it was my duty to say. The words sank in, seeping into her heart, and she knew she couldn’t allow him to soften her mood. She shook her head in denial.

‘Can we go inside, Amber?’ he said as he looked at his watch, the movement snagging her attention. ‘I only have a short time.’

That admission annoyed her more than she cared to admit. Once she’d left his palace she’d never thought she’d have to face him again and now here he was, demanding time with her and setting boundaries once again.

‘So in that short time you thought you’d just stop by and upset my life all over again, did you?’

He looked shamefaced as she glared down at him and her fingers suddenly gripped tightly onto her handbag as if it were a lifeline. Then his eyes met hers and he moved up a step, bringing them level with one another, and she felt the balance slightly shift.

Nothing else seemed to exist; the daily sounds of life in Paris became muted, her mind focused totally on him.

‘We can’t discuss this here,’ he said, his voice deep and firm. ‘Let’s go inside.’

‘Sorry, Kazim, I have nothing to say to you.’ She tried hard to sound upbeat and happy, when really she was dissolving inside. ‘All communication should now be through my solicitor.’

‘Do you have a solicitor?’ His voice rose in question, his eyes glittering like ice crystals in the winter sun.

‘Not yet.’ She growled the words at him, angry that he could even think he could turn up and try to undermine her.

‘Then how can I communicate with your solicitor?’

‘Don’t be facetious.’ Was he making fun of her, tormenting her on a new level? She could hardly control the buzz of attraction that raced through her, mixing with the hurt and anger at his continued rejection of her.

‘Amber...’ He reached out to take her arm and she jumped back, scalded by the very thought of his touch.

‘Don’t, Kazim, don’t. In fact, just go.’ She turned and opened the door of the flat, all thought of her earlier decision to go out and shop gone. She needed to escape him and the way his gaze, so dark and lingering, still affected her. All she wanted was to lock the door against him and her marriage.

‘Not until you’ve heard what I have to say and if it means saying it here on the street, I will.’ His words were low but steely, firm with determination, and she knew she had little choice left.

She shook her head in a small movement of denial. If he was going to press home his point about duty and hurl accusations of deceit at her she couldn’t take it any more. She’d heard enough.

She looked into his eyes and her heart almost stopped beating. In their depths she saw something she’d never seen before—uncertainty. It unnerved her and she wasn’t even sure if she really wanted to hear what he had to say. She didn’t want his decision to end the marriage reaffirmed yet again. What good would that do either of them?

‘Five minutes.’ She relented and opened the door. Without a backward glance to see if he was following, she marched back up to her flat.

‘It may take a little longer than that.’ His deep voice drifted up to her and her body reacted to the sensuous undercurrent of sexiness that seemed to be weaved into every word.

She stopped by her front door. Did he really think he could charm her so easily? ‘Say what you have to, Kazim, then leave. For good.’

She walked into the small flat and dropped her handbag down onto the kitchen worktop. The stillness of the flat careered into her turmoil. She couldn’t get over how quiet the place was without Annie and Claude, and Kazim’s brooding presence only intensified it.

She heard him shut the door and her mind raced back to the moment in the dressing room of the club. Was it really only a few weeks ago? He’d stood resolutely against the door, barring her exit and forcing her to listen. She turned to face him and a little smile tugged at her lips despite the wild array of emotions rushing through her. With his arms folded across his chest, he stood with his back to the door, his body completely overwhelming the small corridor.

‘Come through,’ she said and led the way into the small living room, which was considerably lighter than the hallway. She hoped he would appear less intimidating there, but as he entered the room she knew it was useless. The power of his presence would never be overruled. He was a born leader, a man who exuded command and, to her shame, she could hardly drag her gaze from him.

He looked at his watch again and irritation crept over her. ‘Okay, what is so important, Kazim?’

‘I want you to come back to Barazbin.’ His firm words were loaded with intent and for a moment left her speechless. This couldn’t be happening, not again.

‘Why? Is the great Kazim Al Amed not able to get the divorce he wants?’ She tried really hard to keep the spike of hurt from sounding in her voice, but it was as if he was twisting a knife in her heart. Why did he have to be so cruel and why did she have to allow it to hurt so much?

What was worse was that she knew if he just said the right words that she’d go. But he would never do that. Kazim didn’t do love. For some reason unknown to her, he didn’t want to allow her love into his heart, his life. He hadn’t when they’d married and he certainly hadn’t when she’d told him she loved him. He’d thrown it back at her.