Lovely Concubine

by Misha Anderson

  I asked Youssef for the help I need.

  - Youssef my friend, you know I have you as a brother, I know you do not like to hide anything from Hafiq, but I will ask you not to comment on Bianca's engagement with Nahan, please, if he knows that Nahan has dared to kidnap her inside Qatar, he will not let it go away, you know Hafiq more than I do, you know he does not forget an offense, we better avoid an unnecessary fight between the two countries. I want you to find out which suite they are staying in and try to arrange me a meeting with King Nahan, I need to speak to him face-to-face.

  Youssef shook his head thoughtfully.

  -I do not know if it's safe, if he really wanted to get revenge on Uncle Karim, it puts you at risk, I'm your friend, but first of all I'm the boss of your security, I can’t allow you to take a chance. If this man touches a hair on you, Hafiq trudges him without thinking twice, Antonia.

  -With Hafiq, I understand, just make the appointment, if you're more relaxed, I want you to be present when we both talk.

  I left Brenda's suite with Youssef's promise to arrange a meeting with King Nahan.

  Hafiq is sprawled on the bed, his head resting on my belly, he descends his face to my shaved vulva, lays several wet kisses along my mount of Venus and begins his usual bizarre monologue with my vagina.

  -My little butterfly is sensitive, poor thing, I've been mean to you today, is not it my delight? But I can’t resist you like that, so wet, with cinnamon sticks, you know I can’t resist you, my chocolate pussy..

  Hafiq stood up and kissed me willingly, sniffing my hair.

  - Habibi, I'm going to a meeting in downtown Marrakesh with the textile industry, do you want to shop with Brenda, or would you rather wait here?

  Oh, my lord of Bonfim, you are the best, I smile on the inside, but I hide by making a faint face, which I know my male likes.

  -All right, what can I do love! I stay here for a while and then I'm going to go out with Brendinha to get to know the city.

  -Do not forget to tell Youssef to organize your safety, do not leave without Thomas and Pharell.

  Hafiq turns his back on me, naked, and I admire his hard, masculine ass, sneak into bed and jump, I love to bite him all over.

  not just bite it, I like to suck it, lick it, suck it, ah! The taste of Hafiq's cock spreading in my mouth is divine, I am addicted to this raw Bedouin warmer than hell, those green eyes are my doom.

  He runs his hand over the cheek of his ass, laughing at my bite.

  -My lioness is angry, you're getting worse every day, one day you’ll tear a piece of my ass, you crazy one.

  I make myself innocent and bite my lip the way I know he cares, he takes my lips in his and bites my mouth in a sting, urging me to continue from where we end.

  -Ah habibi, you make me so happy, Tonia.

  -You too Hafiq, now go, before I attack you again, my perverted sheikh.

  He headed for the bathroom, pausing at the door.

  -Pervert and all yours, call me in a while to find out how the children are.

  As soon as Hafiq came out, leaving me still full of desire to taste him, I went to take a shower and when I was getting dressed, Youssef sent me a message confirming that he moved his chopsticks and managed to get me a meeting with King Nahan in 15 minutes.

  I looked in the mirror and checked the black dress on my body, that's fine, after finishing this conversation, I'm going out with Brenda for a little tour in the centre of Marrakesh.

  I go down to the lobby and go to the reserved area of ​​one of the restaurants, Youssef is waiting for me, after a few minutes, two dark and elegant men approach, the man walking ahead was the same one who was in the elevator with Bianca, his steps are decided and firm, I see that he is a powerful and intense man, just like my Hafiq.

  The man stops in front of us and holds out his hand.

  - Nahan Zayn Asi Tarif, pleasure Queen Antonia.

  I shake his hand firmly and he understands my message: I am not a woman to fear no man, not even a strong man like him.

  -Antonia Hassan, I do not know if I can say the same thing, after all, you intended to kidnap me, did not you?

  The man next to him stiffens, but shakes my hand and Youssef's hand anyway.

  - Jafar Abdul, head of the Royal Household of Bahrain.

  Nahan looks at me uneasily, but does not look away.

  -I'm an honourable man, I can’t lie, it's true, I really meant to kidnap you.

  I curl my lips in a soft smile and tease him to see how far he goes.

  -I meant it, don’t you want it?

  He smiles subtly and returns the teasing.

  -Not for the moment, I think Bianca would be upset.

  I like him, he has a sense of humor.

  -From what I know of Bianca, she is jealous, I would hate to lose the prison post for myself, and the only captivity I accept in my life is the arms of my king, Hafiq.

  He is strong and funny, so I sympathized with him.

  - Nahan, we have a problem and I need to solve it, you accused my father-in-law Karim for the responsibility of the attack on his family, I was not part of the Royal family in this period, but everyone who knows it says that there is no proof of his participation in this event, nor a relevant reason for him to commit such an atrocity, I give you my word, that old man can be very astute, very arrogant and sometimes even cruel, as it was with me as soon as I met Hafiq, but He would never be able to commit such an abominable act, even because Karim suffered his pain on his skin, Hafiq's mother was killed in the same way as your wife and daughter. After some time, it was proven that the murderers were left-wing groups in Qatar. Do you have anything that can prove your accusations?

  Nahan asked Jafar to pick up his notebook and when Jafar returned he showed us some confidential documents about the investigation into the attack. Youssef noticed some inconsistencies of facts and dates, at analysing together with Nahan and Jafar the reports carefully. When they were finished, Nahan was tense, pale, he told Jafar, his right arm.

  -Really, there are some disagreements in this report, was it some left-wing group that committed this crime, Jafar?

  Jafar shrugs and talks to Youssef:

  -Nahan, if you will allow me a suggestion, as our nations have always been friends, I suggest that we do a joint investigation, to heal once and for all these suspicions, would you be willing to help us, Youssef Hassan?

  Youssef looked at me and I nodded,

  - For now, I think it wiser to keep Hafiq away from these investigations, he will not receive anything like good news that Bianca is in Bahrain and that your target was me, do not get me wrong, but my husband is an impulsive man, it would be no good for any of us to declare a war between Qatar and Bahrain. Youssef, please take responsibility for helping and monitoring the investigations with Jafar. Do we all agree?

  We all agreed and after greeting each other, before leaving, I approached Nahan and told him in particular:

  -Nahan, can I have a request to make?

  -Yes, Queen Antonia, you may speak.

  - Antonia, call me Antonia. I want to ask you to allow Brenda to meet Bianca, I know it would have to be something quick, after all, Hafiq can’t even dream that I'm hiding all this from him, but even if it's quick, they're both suffering without seeing each other.

  Nahan nodded and smiled, concluding:

  -All right, I accept, you are a strong woman, Antonia, even though the conditions we met were not the best, it was a pleasure to meet you, Queen Antonia Hassan.

  I walked toward the elevator, teasing him again:

  -And you are a firm man, like my Hafiq. Now that we've settled, I can say that it's been a pleasure to meet you too. I think in the end, it was better for Bianca to be kidnapped by you, I'm a terrible prisoner. Hafiq and the vases in the house know how difficult I am.

  Before the elevator’s door closed, he returned the joke.

  -I agree with you, Bianca is a gift in my life, and I thank Allah for having her every day.

 
; I'm sitting in bed feeling awful, Brenda is in the same hotel as me, and Nahan hid it from me, today he and I had the biggest fight ever since we met and after seeing him cry sitting on the edge of the bed, hurt and irritated , he moved me by telling me that he will solve this problem between him and sheikh Hafiq, that he will find a way to find my sister again.

  -Bianca, excuse me, I've been foolish and selfish. But I was afraid you'd give up on me and want to get back into your life. Look at me and look at you, I'm much older than you, I have the weight of a kingdom on my back, I'm a broken man, marked by life. And you? You are all freshness, all joy, you have a whole life ahead of you, without any trauma, a universe full of possibilities. Until when will you want to continue alongside a man full of limitations, unhappy memories? By allah Bianca! I still can’t even get into my room, what do you want me to think? Even more so when you have the possibility to go back to your old life, I was afraid and still am. My life would be unbearable again without you by my side, halawi. I beg your pardon, I had to have told the truth about your sister's presence here in Morocco.

  Can he not understand how much I love him, even more now ... If my suspicions confirm, all I want is to have him by my side.

  Nahan came back from a meeting and sits quietly on the porch, sipping tea, unable to meet my eyes.

  The doorbell rings and he asks me to open the door, as I open the door, my heart leaps for joy.

  Brenda is standing on the threshold of my door, beautiful with her sun-coloured hair, her naughty dimples and tear-stained eyes. She enters my room in a rush, closes the door and comes up to me to hug me. The feeling of hugging your wide back is like being back at home, my crazy Brendinha, my beloved little sister.

  -Brenda, my sister.

  - Bianca, ah! How much I’ve missed you.

  I look at the balcony and Nahan is standing watching us and his smile tells me so much. He is happy to see me happy, this only comes to reaffirm the love I feel for this man, even though, afraid to lose me, he faced his ghosts and gave me this unexpected gift... my sister's arms.

  CHAPTER 22

  BIANCA

  Brenda and I are slow to let go, the feeling of her embrace welcoming me is too good to be true, but it is true, and how it makes me happy. Nahan comes out of the porch and speaks quietly, trying not to intrude and disturb this moment of ours.

  -I'll leave you two at ease, I ask you to be quick, Hafiq will be back at the hotel soon.

  Nahan left us alone and as soon as he left, Brenda pulled me to sit down, feeling my face as if to say to herself that we were together again and that it was not a dream.

  -I can’t stay long, Youssef is out there. Bianca, tell me the truth, this guy is keeping you with him against your will, if you're not afraid, I can get you out and send you back to Brazil, just tell me and I call Youssef fast, we can arrange an esc ...

  -Brenda, I love Nahan.

  Brenda stalked and looked at me in surprise, at last her gaze softened as she stared at me and recognized the truth deep in my eyes.

  -I thought it was a fire of straws or whatever, that he was forcing you to speak those things, then it is true?

  I nodded and held her hand, knowing she missed me.

  -It's true Bre, I know the way I got to Bahrain was not right, I had no choice but today I have, and I want to be with Nahan, he's the man of my life, Brenda.

  Brenda hugged me and said tearfully:

  -I have something to tell you, you're going to be aunt, I'm pregnant.

  Brenda's words hit me hard, Brenda is going to be a mother and now I think, ah! If my sister knew that I ... No ... I'm not sure yet, but I feel, I feel that it's not just a suspicion and this new perspective that reveals itself to me, it frightens me, but it fills me with joy too, the possibility of a new life growing within me.

  I embrace Brenda strong and the tears escape my eyes without me being able to contain myself, I also wish I could tell her about my suspicions, but everything is still so uncertain, so recent and all this whirlwind that is my relationship with Nahan. I caress her belly, and the door opens slowly, Nahan looks at me with regret, for having to interrupt our conversation.

  -Bianca, I think it's best for Brenda to leave now.

  She and I kissed with the promise of keeping in touch by phone, Brenda was in charge of reassuring our parents and inventing a convincing story for my absence, in Brazil. Nahan and Brenda shook hands with each other and before she left, he promised Brenda.

  -Brenda, I promise I'll arrange for you and your husband to participate at our wedding, safely.

  Brenda gave him a smile, making a request:

  -Take care of my sister, Nahan, she's very important to me.

  Nahan greeted Brenda and Youssef with his head and entered the room, finding me sitting on the bed, still stirred by my reunion with Brenda.

  He sat down beside me and said to me,

  -Bianca, we will have to leave the hotel, I do not want to, but it is not safe, if Hafiq comes here, a very serious diplomatic problem can be created and I am out of my land, I do not know how the Moroccan government would behave in such a situation, whether I would be able to handle it or not. It cuts my heart to have to do this, but now we will have help from Youssef Hassan in the investigations, if Allah allows, soon this problem will be solved.

  I do not know if it's because of seeing Brenda, or because of the new conditions in which I find myself, I can’t contain the crying, my hormones are in tatters, Nahan looks at me in disarray, not knowing how to act, puts me in his arms and comforts me, smoothing my back and my hair.

  - Shh, not halawi, do not do this to me, do not cry, what I do is for our good, to be able to keep you, can you understand me? Do not hate me, Bianca.

  I snuggle to his chest and I breathe his smell that welcomes me and my heart quiets.

  - I could never hate you, love! It's because I'm sad about all this, I wanted so much that our life was simpler, I wanted us to have met in another way, the way I got into your life, makes us always have a Sickle forever on top of our heads, understand what I say?

  -Yes hayati, I understand, but despite all this, I feel stronger to face the storms, your love makes me stronger, Bianca.

  I left a message for Brenda at the hotel reception and Jafar arranged for us to go to the Ksar Char Bagh Hotel, a hotel a bit further away from the Marrakesh’s centre. The green area is extensive, with well-kept gardens and a vegetable garden that caters to the hotel's kitchen. As soon as we enter our suite, Nahan asks me,

  - Do you like it Bianca? If you do not like it here, we can stay at another hotel.

  I took off my sneakers and left them near the bed.

  - I liked it, here is quieter than the other hotel, it has a beautiful green area.

  Nahan's smile of relief was priceless, he went to the bathroom and I heard him talking to Jafar, when he returned to the room, he seemed more cheerful; what was he whispering to Jafar? I was curious.

  Nahan arranged to go to a meeting with the Prime Minister of Morocco and before leaving, he asked me to wait for him, ready to go out.

  -Wear one of your evening dresses, I have a surprise for you.

  I sunbathed and strolled around the hotel, when I returned to the suite, I took out the dress that I would put on in the evening and requested the hotel's laundry service, after half an hour the dress was delivered to my suite.

  I took a long shower, did a discreet makeup, highlighting my eyes. Nahan arrived when I was finishing the makeup, took a quick shower and before I finished getting dressed, he was ready wearing a tuxedo, to give pleasure to the views. I checked in the mirror if my black dress was good and I put on my pearl earrings, which Nahan gave me as a gift. When I finished packing, I found him looking at me at the bathroom door.

  -You look very beautiful, Bianca, I do not know if I should share this view with others.

  I threw a kiss at him through the mirror and he touched his lips, teasing me.

  -Don’t mind me, or I'll throw you in bed a
nd we will not leave here any longer, Bianca.

  I grabbed my bag and opened the door, playing with it.

  -Nothing good? you promised me a surprise, I'm waiting

  Four security guards were waiting for us outside the hotel, Nahan and I greeted everyone, the driver opened the door of a beautiful white limousine, seeing my smile, Nahan curved his lips subtly.

  - Come on, halawi?

  And giving me his hand, he helped me into the car.

  The centre of Marrakesh is very interesting, the contradiction of the modernity of some buildings and the rustic antiquity of the millennial monuments makes the city very intriguing, seductive in my eyes, mainly because I am an archaeologist, the work done with tiles, the arabesques on the Walls, all the architectural details of the museum we entered are now breath-taking.

  The Musée de Marrakesh, situated in Dar Menebhi palace, was empty, one of our security guards greeted the receptionist and Nahan and I also greeted him, Nahan whispered in my ear:

  - I hope you will enjoy it, Bianca.

  We entered the museum and there were no visitors, we began to observe the main hall, the Berber architecture, and after some time of visitation I asked:

  - Do they not have any visitors?

  -No, just the two of us, a little treat from Jafar.

  So that was what they were whispering, Jafar managed to close a visitation exclusively for us, I held Nahan's hand and stammered softly:

  -I'm enjoying the visit, thank you Nahan.

  We strolled through the large rooms, where ancient jewels, clothes, centennial writings, weapons and Berber ceramics were exhibited in a very interesting way.

  We ended our visit to the museum and went to a restaurant called Dar Yacout, a discreet restaurant in the middle of a medina, exquisitely decorated with a lovely pool in the middle of a garden lit by old lamps. The owner of the restaurant came to greet us and introduced himself to Nahan and me, accompanying us to the terrace of the restaurant, which had been reserved for us. The view from here is beautiful, the lamps lit, illuminating the pool and ornamental plants.