An Inconvenient Marriage (Married to a Prince) Read Free

spark in his onyx eyes as he glared down at her.
    “ Lilah Rafik?” he asked.  His voice was deep... and angry.
    “Jordan,” she corrected. “Delilah Jordan.”
    “Not according to your Nadiarian birth certificate.”
    Her body went rigid.  “Who are you?”
    “Oh, Ha bibi.  Do you not recognize your own husband?”
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Sami watched the play of emotion on Delilah Jordan’s delicate face with a disappointment he hadn’t expected.  Despite his hard-won and well-deserved reputation for being the most arrogant bastard in the royal family, women still threw themselves at him in the hope of gaining a title. He was aware of how easily they fluttered their eyelashes and flashed a sultry grin to get what they wanted.  So the look of revulsion on the face of his wife sent a definite blow to his otherwise healthy ego. 
    His gaze swept over her, taking in her conservative beige suit, her sensible shoes and matching purse, and her golden brown hair confined in a prim little bun.  Not the brash New Yorker he’d feared, but he supposed with all the reporters waiting by the exit for a glimpse of the woman who would be queen, conservative was better than flashy. Her green eyes sparked with annoyance at his blatant appraisal.
    He pointed towards the door.  “Are you ready?”
    She looked at him in question.  “Ready for what?”
    “To face the reporters out there.”
    “What reporters?” She choked on the question and swallowed hard.
    “Just a couple of local newscasters... and half the damn foreign press,” he muttered sarcastically.
    “Why?”
    He wasn’t sure that anyone could be that naive.  Did she have no idea what kind of attention she would draw by announcing to a consulate employee that she was his wife, or was it part of a calculated plan?
    “To meet my Nadiarian born wife who has finally returned home from America.  The newest princess in the palace.”
    “What?”  She dropped her purse on the floor and slumped into the wooden bench behind her.  Her skin paled to a milky white. “I don’t want to talk to reporters.”
    “You should have thought about that before you made it known publicly that you are my wife.”
    Her body tensed and she raised her chin defensively.  “I did not make some kind of public announcement, Mr...Prince... what am I supposed to call you, anyway?”
    “Master,” he said with a grin.
    “Yeah, right.”   Her fear seemed to disappear in a sea of indignation. She was a prickly little thing.  “I don’t know why you think I’ve come, or what you think I want.  But let me make this as clear as I can, Your Royal Highness...”
    “No.  That would be my father.  Call me Sami.”
    “Well, thank you for your permission.  I came here for one reason and one reason alone.  And one that I’m sure you’ll agree is practical.”
    “And what is that, my darling wife?”
    She crinkled her nose at his words.  “I want you to divorce me.”
    He hid his surprise under a mask of indifference.  That one caught him off guard.  Why was he insulted when he wanted nothing more than to be free of this whole situation himself?
    “There is a problem with your plan, but now is not the time to discuss the matter.”  He picked up her purse from the floor and handed it to her.  In light of her surprising request, he would postpone her press conference for another time.  “We can get around the press by saying you are too tired to be interviewed right now, but you will have to speak with them soon.”
    “Thank you.”  She rose and reached for the handle of her suitcase.  “I have a reservation at the Hilton.”
    He took the luggage from her.  “I will have it canceled for you.”
    Her eyes narrowed.  “And where do you expect me to stay?”
    “Where else would you stay, but with your husband at the palace?”  At least he didn’t have to worry about her saying something foolish in the presence of the reporters.  Her shock kept her