Chapter 60

I knew where he was though. The desert. Dubai. Probably busy kissing the Sheik’s feet and trying not to cry under his $2,000 sunglasses. And trust me, those Sheikhs? They don’t forget. Nor forgive. I imagined him out there, sweating through his designer blazer, haunted by sandstorms and his terrible...

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