The Sheikh's Furious Prisoner (The Quabeca Sheiks 1)

“You do not act like a gentleman,” Saja replied as she helped herself to some of the food. She ate looking at the Prince.

“I cannot have you disrespecting me in my home or my city.”

“Then let me go home and you’ll never have to see me again.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I will find a suitable position for you here.”

Saja laughed sardonically. “As your wife?” she asked with disdain.

“Perhaps one of my chamber maids.”

“Maid? You truly have lost your mind if you think I will serve you.”

Badir sat there quietly observing the two of them. This woman was different from the rest. They all yearned for his attention. Even becoming a maid was an honour for them. Saja talked back to the Prince and showed no fear. Perhaps he had finally met his match. Even as she disobeyed him, he felt a stirring in his groin for his furious prisoner.

“Well you aren't leaving without my say so. Therefore, you have no other options but to do as I say. Perhaps if you please me, I will consider letting you go,” the Prince said calmly. It annoyed Saja that he remained so calm.

“What is wrong with you? Just let me go. If you don't…”

“What will you do?”

“You will regret it, I promise you.”

“I do not appreciate threats or your tone. You need to be tamed.”

Saja had gone in there with the aim of being calm and annoying him but she was losing the fight. He was getting to her faster than she was getting to him.

“Tame? I am not an animal!” she shouted and stood up. He was crazy. Tame? Who was he to tame her? This man was more arrogant and condescending than she had initially thought.

“And yet, you are behaving like one,” the Prince replied and took a sip of his orange juice.

“You're the animal! You barely know me. You have no right to keep me here and treat me the way you do. Simply because you're some prince, you think you are something special. Well you're not! You are an ordinary man with control issues.” Saja turned her attention to Badir. “It was nice to meet you,” she said calmly to him and left the room. Mona and Amber shuffled uncomfortably behind her. They had known taking her to the Prince's quarters was a terrible idea.

The Prince threw his glass to the floor after Saja left. She had really done it now and she was going to regret it. “I have never met a more arrogant woman with no home training,” he barked.

“Perhaps keeping her is a bad idea,” Badir said. He found the whole thing amusing.

“I would have let her go in a day or two had she behaved. Now I will keep her longer and I WILL tame her.”

“She is a feisty one.”

“And all that will end when I am done with her.”

The Prince left the room and got ready for his morning meetings. The whole time he was thinking of Saja. She was a different type of species. He had never met a woman like her. Perhaps that was the reason for her father giving her to him without a second thought. The man seemed eager to pawn her off on the Prince. He decided to call her father before his meeting.

“Why did you give me your daughter?” he asked El-Tamar as soon as he said hello.

“You sound angry.”

“Of course I am angry. Your daughter has no manners or traditional values. What kind of bride did you think she would make? You will pay for making a mockery out of me.”

“Your highness, please recant your anger. I had no idea of her behaviour as she grew up in London. If she does not suit the position of your wife, then make her your servant or sell her.”

The Prince frowned and hung up. This was not the response he was expecting. How can a father n