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her, he’d been cruel, telling her if she wanted to be a slut he was sure someone would be more than willing to sample her charms it just wouldn’t be him.  He cursed himself for a fool as he saw the hurt in her enormous emerald eyes. Even then she had not cried. She had pushed him in the pool and stomped off in a huff.
    That had been the change in their relationship, she’d gone out of her way t o avoid him.  The next time he’d seen her had been at his parents’ funeral four years later.  They’d been killed in a freak storm on their way home from the mountains and their plane had gone down with no survivors.  He couldn’t remember much of that time only that Malek and Amanda had been there to offer their support and for a moment, Chiandra had been his old friend again.  He hadn’t had time to pursue her.  His duties as leader had kept him tied up for months until he’d learned what he must do. By then, she’d gone overseas to school and he’d only caught glimpses of her on the holidays.
    On her eighteenth birthday he’d been invited to her parent’s and had decided then she would be his wife.  They’d been promised as children and he saw no reason to break the contract.  He had hired a private investigator to watch over her and had gone nearly insane when the reports had included photos of her at all the nightclub hotspots.  His jealousy had nearly overwhelmed him over the current boyfriend of the month.  She’d gone through several men by the time she reached her senior year. Or so he had thought at the time. Several had even spent the night.  He’d been furious with her that she’d given away her innocence so casually. He should have gone to her. Tell her of his intentions. Wooing her instead of commanding her. He had been so very wrong. She had stayed pure. He wished he could be sure that she had done so in the hope that they would be together.
    Guilt swept through him at the way he treated her each time he’d seen her.  Now, knowing how innocent she’d been, he knew he’d been cruel and had baited her sexually.  Each time she responded he called her a tramp and had stormed off, furious she wouldn’t be pure when he took her. There had never been any doubt in his mind that she would be his.
    In his arrogance he forced instead of wooed and although her body had responded it had been a physical response.  God, he wanted her love. He wanted her to love him as he loved her and had loved her for years.  He didn’t know how to rectify the problem. He could never let her go. It would tear his heart out. He would be a part of his child’s life.
    Chia woke slowly, her head pounding furiously with each bea t of her heart. She carefully raised her hand and gasped as she found Jahan’s dark head laying near her hand.  Lord, she needed to go to the bathroom.  Her bladder was painfully full and the morning queasiness was back with a vengeance.
    She slowly edged out of the bed, her need becoming a n emergency. She’d just shifted one leg when a large hand caught hers and dark eyes roved over her face.
    “Where are you going, Chiandra?” he rasped, sitting up slowly, trying to stretch the kinks out of his back.
    Chia lifted her chin and winced at the renewed pain in her head. “I need to go to the bathroom,” she defiantly told him.
    Jahan smothered a sigh of relief. Her fire was returning. He’d been terrified he’d crushed her spirit.  Standing, he scooped her up and walked into the large bathroom. Chia didn’t bother struggling, he was just too strong and she hurt like the devil. She was amazed at the gentleness he showed her and wished he’d been that way before. When he set her on her feet, she was shocked at how weak she felt. She clutched at his arms to steady herself, reveling in the hard flex of his muscles against her fingers.
    “Do yo u want me to stay?” He slowly slid his gaze over her face, lingering on the discolored skin around the bandage on her head and the dark