Chapter 11

"Play the part well Mrs Ahmed. We don’t want them to be suspicious, now do we?"

She stiffened when his lips touched her earlobe and the memories of their one night of love flashed in her brain.

The heat of the memory crept up her cheeks and by the time he withdrew she was blushing to the roots and the smirk on his face told her he knew what exactly she was thinking.

She cursed herself for being so vulnerable where Zayed was concerned.

Hadn’t she learned her lesson yet?

As they walked towards the little cottage home, hand in hand, Ava’s heart was pounding and she was pretty damn sure Zayed could hear the sound of it.

"Hello. I am Balraj Rao," the old man introduced by folding his hands, which is the traditional Indian way of saying hello. Ava returned the gesture.

"Zayed Ahmed Al Zidra. This is my wife Aveline Ahmed." Zayed introduced them to the old man.

Wife!! Wife!! Wife!!

Never once in their eight months of marriage, did he in