The Prince's Unwilling Lover (The Royals of Monaco, #1) by Leslie North Page B

laughed.
    "Wow, Tariq, you actually got married. Congratulations." She crossed her arms over her chest and poked her hip out. Tariq laughed softly. "Oh my, Malik? You have changed," she said. She walked over to them. She kissed both Tariq and Malik on both cheeks. Sara felt dismissed. The woman clearly had not gotten her point when she introduced herself as his wife.
    "I have not changed that much," Malik said with a smile.
    "Who are you?" Sara could not help but be blunt. No one else was asking and the guys seemed to know her very well. The woman turned and looked at Sara.
    "An old friend," she replied. Sara was about two seconds from browbeating her or physically beating her. She was being cryptic and it was working her nerves. Sara turned and looked at Amir with a you-better-talk-now expression.
    "Her name is Faiza," Amir said. Soraya and Aaliyah continued to watch the interactions. They were as curious as Sara was. Who was she and why was she all mysterious.
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    “She's adorable,” Fiddah said to Tariq as Sara walked away. He was watching her walk with his usual blank face. He turned to look at Fiddah.
    “Amir keeps saying that. I do not see it,” Tariq said and picked up his menu. Fiddah laughed.
    “This is you we are talking about.”
    He lowered his menu and narrowed his gaze at her. “I am not the problem here,” he defended himself. The waitress reappeared to take their orders. She was watching him and blushing whilst he was speaking to her. Fiddah watched the waitress turn red.
    “When do you plan to marry?” Fiddah asked Tariq as soon as the waitress left. Tariq frowned at his grandmother.
    “What brought this on?” He was confused with her sudden change of topic even though it was not the first time she had questioned him about marriage.
    “The waitress was blushing when she was speaking with you but you did not even notice. Makes me wonder if you notice women.”
    Tariq sighed before he replied. He was so used to women blushing in his presence that it did not even faze him anymore. The waitress came back carrying their drinks. Tariq sunk in his chair and watched her. She noticed him looking at her and she immediately started smiling. He raised one eyebrow. He waited for her to leave before he commented.
    “Marriage is not for me and even if it was, she would not be my type,” he said and took a sip from his glass. Fiddah shook her head. For years, she had been trying to convince him to marry but failed.
    “So what, you will bury yourself in the company until your death bed?”
    “I like my job.”
    “Too much! You need a life outside your job. You need a family.”
    “I have one.”
    “Of your own! I want great grandchildren. Do not deny me that!”
    Tariq was never going to win this argument. Fiddah was tenacious. This was not their first time discussing his love life and it was certainly not going to be their last.
    “How about you pick a wife for me?” Tariq said and grinned at her.
    “Does that even make sense? Is it so hard to court a woman?” Tariq laughed gently.
    Sara heard Tariq laugh. So it's capable of laughing, she said to herself. She turned her attention back to her food. It surprised her to hear him laugh. She had never heard it and never thought she would. He was so uptight and mean.
    “Can you see me courting a woman?” Tariq asked Fiddah.
    “There is no hope for you,” she replied. He grinned at her. “Don't you want love?” she asked.
    “No.”
    “What?”
    “It doesn't exist.” Tariq was determined to stick to his beliefs. In his eyes, love did not exist. It was simply heightened infatuation. As he took a sip from his glass, he noticed Sara attempt to eat an olive but it fell back on the plate. No table manners even? She could not walk like a normal person. She talked too much. She had poor dress sense. And now