answer to ensuring prosperity in the kingdom and longevity of his line.
Malik watched with a chuckle as the assistant’s head bobbed in one direction in search of Siri, while their prey moved in the opposite direction. Obviously, this wasn’t the most effective way to bring Siri to him, he realized. Malik pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number his assistant had given him. Sure enough, as soon as he heard the answering ring, Siri looked down at her waist where her cell phone was attached. She glanced at the phone number and he could even see her biting her lip in indecision. He almost chuckled when she pressed the “Ignore” button and slammed the phone back into the holder at her waist.
She was cute when she was irritated, but that also gave him an idea of what was coming. Instead of calling her again, which she would probably ignore once again, he texted her a message, then pressed send and waited, watching for her reaction.
Siri looked at her clip board again but the words and numbers didn’t register in her mind. That phone number….it couldn’t be him. Could it? How could he have the same phone number he’d had four years ago? And why in the world had she remembered that phone number? This definitely wasn’t the same phone so she didn’t have the number programmed in as she had in the past. When he’d called four years ago, his name had popped up on the small screen and she’d eagerly taken the call, excited to find out when he would be back in Chicago .
Now, however, she wanted nothing to do with the man. Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, shame on me. There was no way she was even talking to the man who left her one day and turned up married to another woman the next day, without a word or explanation.
Okay, so he might have tried to explain in the letters she’d rejected, but at the time, she was too furious with him for any explanations. Then, once she found out she was pregnant and her own letter had come back rejected, she’d been too terrified of what was to come. Explanations weren’t worth much at that point, she’d needed help and she’d gotten none, except from her mother and father who had been absolutely wonderful throughout her whole terrifying and difficult pregnancy. He had no idea how hard it is to carry twins, attend classes and start one’s business all at the same time! He could rot at the other end of the line for all she cared! The man was as good as dead in her heart.
How dare he even try to call her after all these years, she fumed! His first marriage ended so now he’s going to try and pick up where he left off? As if nothing had occurred in between? As if he hadn’t completely rejected everything they stood for while they’d been together? What arrogance!
There she went again, thinking that he might have thought their relationship as significant as she had. To him, she’d probably just been an affair, a whim. She’d come to the conclusion that she’d been his “port” lady, the woman he comes to when he’s in this particular city but meant nothing to him since he most likely had, and still had, women in several other ports that met his needs there. She had to stop thinking that she’d meant anything at all to him. If she had, he never could have betrayed her like that .
Goodness, why was she even thinking about all this? She had work to do and a phone call from a man who had abandoned her was not going to distract her from her goals for the day. She had shipments to review , both incoming and outgoing. She had payroll to approve, a marketing meeting later this afternoon , financial reports to go over, new products to test and a million other things that were more urgent …she didn’t have time to dream about painful methods of retribution to a man she’d never see again since he was a million miles away.
She was walking towards the loading docks when her cell phone
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