The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 4 (Jatar Sheikh 4)

She helped me with some final plans and preparations, and then Dad arrived. Within the next week, friends and family began to pour in. Julie showed up on Saturday, and that pretty much blew my schedule out of the water. Her and I giggled and immediately took up right where we’d left off. Before she’d even settled into her room in the Palace, she insisted we go down a few floors so she could see what the boutique mall had to offer.

Omar strode to us and handed me a black credit card. With a sly grin he kissed me and said to Julie, “There is no limit on this card; I want the best friend of my wife to enjoy herself. Whatever you purchase can be shipped back to the States. I hope you enjoy your time in my country.”

Ever the bold extrovert, Julie jumped up and down and clapped her hands together and made Omar blush when she said, “I really should offer your husband some sort of sexual favor for all this!”

I punched her arm and hurried her along. “You are so bad!” I scolded. “Women don’t talk that way to the King of Dubai.”

She snorted, “I just did! And if you’re okay with it, I was serious!”

“Julie! Knock it off!” I said between my tight lipped attempts to not laugh. “Besides, that is my job!”

She howled and asked me all the places I’d serviced him, so I began to tell her and she held up one finger after the other until she’d used both hands. “Oh my God, Anna, I’m impressed. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

She looked me up and down and then cocked her head to the side. “You do look well, you’re kind of glowing. I do believe he is good for you.” She then whispered, “So that is all the locations, what about on your body?”

I tried to look shocked at her question, but it was Julie, and to be expected, so instead I waggled my eyebrows and whispered, “All of them and many times!”

She hooted her delight and pulled me into a hug. “That’s my girl! I knew you had it in you. Anna Potts—correction, Khalid—is now a married Queen, and just a year ago she was still a virgin!”

We shopped for hours and had to have our guards help carry all the bags back up to the penthouse. When I crawled into bed next to Omar, I kissed his smiling face and thanked him for his generosity. He commented that I owed him big time, and I agreed, sliding under the covers and offering him my first installment.

He made that sound, and then through gritted teeth, as I seated him deeply down into my throat, he said, “When I get the total tomorrow, I’ll let you know.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

I wasn’t as nervous on this wedding morning as I had been the previous. I took my time and enjoyed breakfast with my family as we all sat around laughing and joking for hours. Yasmin did my hair, but didn’t spend hours on it as she had before, although it looked like she had. Today I was wearing it down and straight, and she had braided in tiny long braids with diamond and gold beads twined into them. I had a different dress that wasn’t quite as tight. I didn’t have to wear the corset, although I did wear a tight body shaper slip under the dress and even that cut off my breathing somewhat.

Yasmin chastised me for gaining so much weight so fast and said something about needing to buy me an entirely new wardrobe. My only answer was that Omar liked it, and so I wasn’t changing anything. But her comments did make me think. I made a mental note to check the calendar for when I’d had my last period. Just thinking about it made me realize it seemed longer than normal and I furrowed my brow as she was doing my makeup.

“Mistress? What is it?”

“I was wondering when I had my last period.”

She lifted her eyes as she thought, and then she grinned, “Oh dear, could it be? That would explain your plump bosom and glowing demeanor.”

I popped my eyes open and put a hand to my stomach, “Oh my God! Do you think?”

“Have you been on birth control?”

I gave her a

lame, one shoulder shrug, “Not really. Omar usually—you know—but no. If I’m honest, we haven’t been at all careful.”

Yasmin beamed at me with excitement, “Oh Mistress! This will please His Highness immensely. When shall we tell him?”

“Hold your horses, we aren’t sure yet.”

She shook her head and did a final spray on my hair, “Oh we know, I am certain. It explains so much about how I’ve noticed your body changing. I wonder how far along you are? Perhaps six weeks?”

I did some quick mental calculations and thought back to our first weekend together after the six month separation. We hadn’t been even a tiny bit careful, and Omar had climaxed inside me numerous times over those few days. I rested both my hands over my belly and grinned down, “I suppose yes, when Omar came to get me at graduation. It has been almost two months since.” I looked up at Yasmin with joyous tears welling in my eyes, “Will you call and get a servant to buy me a pregnancy test? I don’t want to tell him until we are certain.”

She nodded and picked up her phone and then rapidly spoke in Arabic. I understood the word for infant, or maybe it was baby, and the threatened tears began to slide out of my eyes. She put down the phone and then tisked at me, “Now stop the tears. We can all cry later when we see his Highness’s expression of joy. I do hope you give him a firstborn boy child. That would be most ideal.”

I sighed and continued to cup my still flat belly, but inside I was awash with an odd mixture of great joy and trepidation. I didn’t want anything to change the desire Omar had for me or our sexual compatibility, and I knew that a child could easily destroy what we had. I didn’t say anything and gathered my wits about me for the ceremony.

My dad walked me down the aisle as promised. The entire gathering enunciated a hushed sort of shock at my appearance. I did look fabulous, and I again wore the diamond tiara. Omar was also in his native costume of flowing robes and golden-wrapped headdress, and once I was standing before him, the last of my nerves settled. His eyes bore into mine, and when I went to kneel before him, he held my hands fast, and wouldn’t let me. He whispered, “You will stand at my side for this ceremony, as my wife and queen to a nation. We are a couple now and although you will still kneel before me in the bedroom, you shall from this day forward stand at my shoulder as my queen.”

I blinked and swallowed and found I was speechless. I gave him a demure nod, and then we faced the holy man and said our vows. I said mine in Arabic and Omar said his in English, something he’d not done before. And, despite the fact this was the second time for me to speak these vows and hear his in return, I once again began to weep. I was overflowing with joy at being his and belonging to such an incredible man.