by Holly Rayner
Kaye nearly spit out her champagne.
“Al Rayyan? We’re going to be taking a trip to your home country? Meeting your family?”
“Of course. I believe we’re scheduled to go next week. It makes sense, doesn’t it? Two people in love will need to meet one another’s families. We’ll be scheduling time to do an episode meeting your family, as well.”
Kaye swallowed, thinking about how her family would react to cameras in their faces while living their regular everyday lives.
“Is something wrong?” Amir asked, picking up on her unease.
“No, not at all. Just planning,” she replied quickly, downing the rest of her drink.
Amir lifted an eyebrow but said nothing, instead rising as he moved to put the dishes in the sink.
“I can help with this,” Kaye said, standing up as well.
Amir shook his head.
“No worries. The kitchen staff will take care of it. I just like to compile and rinse a little to make their lives easier.”
“That’s very considerate of you.”
Amir shrugged as he organized the kitchen. As he did so, Kaye yawned. It had been an exhausting first day, and the effects of the champagne sank in as it relaxed her body and soul.
“You are tired, and rightly so. Allow me to make sure the guest house is suitable.”
Not entirely ready to say goodnight to him, Kaye nodded as she followed him back up the stairs, across the house and around the pool. A few stars were visible above them, but the light pollution from the city generally blocked most of them out.
Amir opened the door to the guest house, checking all the rooms quickly before he stepped back toward the exit.
“I hope you sleep well,” he said.
“Thank you. And you as well,” she replied, not sure what else to say.
Did she wish him sweet dreams? Did she dare think of what Amir looked like asleep, his perfect face resting against a plush pillow?
He nodded, hesitating before he turned around and made his way back into the main house. Kaye watched him go, finally turning back and closing the guest house door. She glanced down and turned his ring on her finger so it glinted in the light once again. It felt heavier than it should have, like it carried a lie with it that shouldn’t have been there. Still, in spite of that, it looked stunning on her hand, and she found that she loved it.
Walking around, she gave herself a small private tour of the space before she landed in the bathroom, sifting through the drawers as she discovered a fresh toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash. After washing up, she rifled through some drawers, finding cloud-soft pajamas that looked brand-new, as though a whole wardrobe had been purchased just for her.
That night, Kaye slid into the most comfortable bed of her life, turning off the light and staring up at a dark ceiling. Her thoughts drifted to Amir, and she shooed them off. Instead, she made herself think about how nice it felt to have a full belly and a warm bed, with work promised in the morning.
She tried her best to focus on that, even as the idea of the sensation of Amir’s arms wrapped around her won out, and she drifted off into a deep, comfortable sleep.
Chapter Nine
The next day, the crew arrived at the main house earlier than expected. Kaye dressed in one of the many outfits in her expansive closet before heading over to see Amir laughing with a few members of the camera crew. When he saw her walk in, his eyes lit up.
“Kaye! Good morning,” he said, gesturing toward the pyramids of food on the kitchen counter. “Breakfast?”
Kaye’s stomach grumbled, and she nodded, eyeing the food with gumption.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she said, reaching for a whole wheat bagel and slathering it with cream cheese. She added a pile of fruit to her plate and took a seat next to Jesse, who grinned down at her.
“Amir was just telling us about our fatal flaw yesterday,” he said, glancing down at Kaye’s hand.
The ring shone as brightly as ever, and she smirked up at him.
“Kind of an important detail when you’re supposedly engaged, huh?”
“Kind of,” he agreed. “We’re not giving up the footage from yesterday, though. We got too much good stuff to do that. What we’ll do today is film a scene when Amir brings the ring back from the cleaners for you, and we can explain it off that way. Plus, we’ll get some conspiratorialists that will use yesterday as a way to ‘prove us false.’ There’s a big part of the fan base that loves to do that.”
Kaye frowned.
“Isn’t that exactly what we don’t want to happen?” she asked, confused.
Jesse chuckled.
“You would think so, but the truth is, those are viewers, too. We like to give them little Easter eggs to keep them coming back for more. If we keep them guessing, we keep getting their views, which is the goal in the end, right?”
“Right,” Kaye agreed.
They finished up their breakfast, Kaye sliding off Amir’s ring and placing it back in the box for them to film the scene. A part of her felt empty when she took it off, and she chastised herself for such irrational feelings.
“Okay, Amir, why don’t you come on in and announce that the ring is ready, but remember, you are a big tough guy, so all this girly stuff annoys you, right?”
“Got it,” Amir said, squaring his shoulders.
Instantly, he was domineering and commanding, his face set in a stoic frown. Kaye was meant to love him in spite of that, apparently, and she headed out of the room so she could wait for him to call out to her.
“And, action!” she heard.
The door opened and Amir stepped inside.
“Kaye!”
His voice was loud, and completely unlike him. She stepped back in from the kitchen, a curious expression on her face.
“What?”
He held out the box to her.
“This was sent to my office. Why did you send me your engagement ring?”
He looked almost menacing, and Kaye wanted to tell him to tone it down a bit. He still needed to be likable, even if he had to be more assertive. He was borderline aggressive, which wasn’t a good thing. Playing off his act, she approached him coyly.
“Oops, I thought that would be sent back here. They must have known it was yours.”
“It isn’t mine,” he reminded her, stilling holding out the box.
“That’s true,” she said as she faced him directly, taking his hands in hers. “I just wanted it to shine as brightly as possible on our wedding day, so I had it cleaned. You’re not mad, are you?”
She batted her eyes up at him while he continued to stand taut above her, his face a scowl.
“You’re so cute when you’re annoyed,” she giggled.
He narrowed his eyes at her, though she could tell he was about to crack a smile.
“I am not. Where I come from, men are not sent the rings they have already given. I thought you were ending the engagement!”
Kaye’s eyes widened at that admission, and she gave his hands a reassuring squeeze.
“I would never do that, Amir! How could you even think that?”
He leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers in a cherishing gesture.
“We come from such different worlds, you and I. There is still so much to learn about one another.”
“We’ll get there, my love. We’ve got this. It’s just you and me, against all the odds. Let’s show ‘em what we’re made of, huh?”
Amir nodded, gazing down into her eyes.
“Just…no more sending me jewelry I bought for you, okay?”
Kaye’s smile was warm as she gazed up at him adoringly.
“But you didn’t buy that one,” she said, gesturing to the box still in his hand.
“You know what I mean,” he grumbled.
He opened the box finally, removing the ring and placing it delicately on her finger. She gazed at the ring, then back up at Amir, whose eyes were hiding more complicated emotions beneath the surface.
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nbsp; The man deserved an Oscar. She couldn’t believe they were just filming a reality show in that moment!
“I love you,” she said, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders as though to knock him out of his foul mood.
“I know,” he said with a grin.
She swatted him playfully on the back.
“You never say it back!” she protested.
“I say it back plenty. Just not in front of cameras,” he said, gesturing around them.
“Whatever. I’m going for a swim,” Kaye said, and she walked out of the room.
Amir watched her go, and she heard Jesse call out to end the shot.
“Awesome work guys! Perfect!”
Kaye peeked back in, grinning.
“Yeah?”
Jesse nodded.
“Yeah. Swimming is a great idea, too. Let’s go see what swimsuits will look best on camera, and we’ll get some shots of you splashing around and swimming some laps. Sound good?”
“Sure,” Kaye said, heading back in that direction.
The rest of the day was spent much like the first, with Kaye and Amir placed in quirky and sometimes awkward situations, all in the name of good television. Amir was in character for the entirety of the day, his stern expression only lightening when Kaye walked into the room.
“That’s great. We want your eyes to really light up when she walks in, so that the audience knows that you may be a bit of a tough guy, but Kaye brings out the softness in you, just a bit.”
“Got it,” Amir said, and his eyes on Kaye felt warm.
As the sun began to set on another day of shooting, a cascade of colors erupted in the sky while Kaye sat down by the pool, feeling the hours of filming on her shoulders.
“Mind if I join you?”
Amir sat down next to her. He was wearing a comfortable pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and he looked handsome as ever. Kaye nodded, allowing her feet to dangle in the water up to her calves. Amir sat next to her, his own feet sinking into the cool, clear water.
“This has been quite the journey so far,” he said.
She was about to answer when she glanced up and noticed a cameraman filming from across the pool.
Ah, so they were still in character, but needed some night scenes.
“It’s been a whirlwind,” she agreed.
It was one of her more truthful statements, while things were rolling. Amir reached out and took her hand, rubbing the back of it with his thumb as he so often did when they filmed. She found it oddly soothing, even if it wasn’t real.
“You can say that again. I’m not about to help that, though.”
She glanced up at him with a question in her eyes. His eyes were dark as he looked down at her, ever serious.
“I’d like you to meet my parents before we get married, Kaye. I’m not sure they’re going to be thrilled about all this, but it’s important to me that they get to know you a little. Would you be willing to do that?”
She stared up at him as though considering his question, then her face broke out in a smile.
“Of course I would. I don’t want to get married without knowing my future in-laws, at least on some level! When are they coming?”
“Well, that’s the thing…” he hedged. “They aren’t coming here. We have a flight booked for early next week to head out to see them.”
“We’re going to Al Rayyan?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement, like she had no idea that was the plan all long.
“Yes, if that is amenable to you,” he said, still holding her hand.
She nodded enthusiastically.
“How did I get so lucky with you?” she asked, her voice soft.
He pressed his lips gently against her temple before sitting back, not too physical. He had been careful not to get into contract-breaking territory, though he had managed to plant several whisper-soft kisses on her person—whether it was her hand, her forehead, a shoulder. Every time, her body erupted with longing, and she had to fight to use that feeling simply to stay in character, and not think about anything else.
“I’m the lucky one,” he replied, gazing out into the sunset. “Now, I have someone to share all of this with.”
They sat in silence for a bit, Kaye wondering if she should start on another topic. The cameraman looked antsy as the silence dragged on.
“I would like to meet your family, too,” he said, prompting her.
Kaye’s unease was apparent, and it wasn’t entirely an act.
“I’m not sure they’re going to be super supportive of this,” she said.
“You think they will disapprove of me?”
Amir looked so affronted that she nearly kissed him just to get the look off his face. Not wanting to break any rules, she simply squeezed his hand and gazed into the water.
“We just got engaged so fast, and my parents are pretty old-fashioned. They are from a small town in the middle of nowhere. Things are done a certain way…I’ve never really fit into their idea of how things should be.”
Amir gently took her chin between his fingers, guiding her face back up to look at him.
“You are exactly the way things should be,” he said sternly.
She stared up at him, wondering if he was going to kiss her. He looked like he was about to when, instead, he pulled her to his chest and held her close, his body warm and comforting as she rested against him, enjoying the sensation.
Sometimes, she really wished that this was all real, and not just a show.
“That’s great guys, thanks!”
The cameraman shut off his camera and walked off, heading in the direction of the trailer. Jesse stepped out of the mansion, greeting them.
“Another great day! We’ll see you both in the morning for more fun, huh?”
“Until then,” Amir replied, though his usual off-camera cheer was a little muted. Perhaps he was feeling the exhaustion of the day as well.
Jesse left shortly after, leaving them both side by side at the pool, a star or two poking holes of light in the otherwise darkened sky.
“Great job today,” Amir said.
“You, too. I think we’ve got some good chemistry.”
“Yes. Very much so. I think this show will certainly be a hit.”
“And then you and I can go off to do even more great things.”
He was quiet for a moment.
“That’s the goal,” he said, not convincingly. He stood, then, holding out a hand to help Kaye up. “I hope you have a good night, Kaye. Is there anything you need?”
She stared at him, wondering if she should ask him to have another meal with her, or just have a nightcap. Anything to not have to say goodnight. Shaking off her feelings, she instead just shook her head.
“A good night’s sleep should be just the thing. I’m beat.”
Amir nodded.
“Me too. Until the morning, then. Goodnight, Kaye.”
“Goodnight,” she replied.
She turned back toward the guest house, unaware that he was watching her until she closed the door.
Chapter Ten
Kaye was curled up in her bed dreaming about the handsome Sheikh when a knock at the door jarred her awake. When she opened her eyes, she blinked into the pitch black of night.
“What on earth…” she mumbled, falling out of bed and walking carefully toward the direction of the knocks.
When she opened the door, the blinding lights from the mansion glared back, Amir’s silhouette vaguely recognizable in front of them.
“Wake up, sleepyhead! We’ve got a plane to catch!”
“What time is it?” she asked.
“Three in the morning. We want to get there at a reasonable time. Al Rayyan is quite the journey from here!”
Kaye blinked again, still processing the information. Of course, she knew that they had an early-morning flight. She just hadn’t expected three in the morning to arrive so soon. Nodding, she stifled a yawn.
“I’ll be right out,” she said.
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nbsp; Amir nodded, turning back toward the house as Kaye closed the door behind her, making quick work of changing into a comfortable pair of jeans and a blouse. She had her suitcase already sitting by the door, and she took a minute to brush her teeth before heading back outside. She walked around the mansion to the front courtyard, where a limo was waiting.
Standing beside it, Amir turned when he heard the wheels of her suitcase. He held two paper cups of coffee in either hand.
“Bless you,” Kaye breathed as she accepted one of the proffered steaming cups.
“Any time. Allow me,” he said, gallantly opening the limo door as the driver took her suitcase, placing it in the open trunk.
Kaye slid in, wishing she had packed a sweatshirt. The morning air was cold, and she shivered as she scooted over to make room for Amir. Noticing this, he removed his own jacket and handed it to her.
“Here,” he offered.
She held out a hand.
“Really, I’m okay,” she protested.
“Your cheeks are turning blue,” he said, still holding it out to her.
Instinctively, Kaye’s non-coffee-holding hand darted to her face, and Amir’s eyes glittered with humor in the dark of the car.
“Very funny,” she said, swiping the jacket out of his grasp.
She wrapped it around her shoulders, embracing the warmth of him, her belly filling with butterflies as his clean scent enveloped her, seeping into her skin.
“I’m nothing if not humorous,” he said, settling back into his own seat and turning on the heat.
“That’s not true. You are strong and assertive, and I just seem to know how to handle that,” she joked.
Amir grinned, flexing a muscular bicep. Kaye swallowed.
“You know me. The pinnacle of strength!”
She chuckled, gazing out the window. A small thought began to tickle the back of her mind, and she ignored it, instead focusing on the city lights as they twinkled below them, the car winding back toward a private airport Amir had mentioned earlier.
They enjoyed the ride in silence, each sipping on their coffee as Kaye warmed back up with the help of the hot beverage and Amir’s large jacket. The limo pulled into the private airport, where a series of jets were parked. Beside them, a plethora of black cars were set up in a row, the camera crew and team milling about as they waited.