When would you be mine? - Completed

Chapter Six

Malik settled at her side a few hours into the flight. She looked up from her workload, finding him, frowning down upon her. "What's wrong Malik?" she asked, concerned.

"It's not going to work; we would have to be married before we arrive."

She blinked, stunned though her heart raced, nodding. She had agreed to marry him. "Now?" she asked, wondering how that was going to be possible.

Opening a folder, he had been carrying; he removed papers, placing on the table while she pushed aside her laptop, closing the lid. "I need you to sign these. Quite legal, saw to it before I left." He waved a man across, one she hadn't seen before. "He is our witness." He handed over a pen that was taken. Helena went to the marked pages, ready to sign. "Helena," Malik growled in warning. She glanced at him, blankly. "Don't ever sign anything without reading all the details." Sighing, she removed the pages, leaning back, flicked back to the front page, and began reading. While Malik organised coffee, and something to eat. He returned, settling at her side. Right next to her, placing an arm behind her, crossing his legs, resting his other arm on.

"Malik this is so full of jargon," she moaned, passing it back over to him. "Give me a shorter version."

"Basically, we would be married; however, you have no claims to the royal house of Al-Kaleen." Her eyes popped open wider.

"Royal? What do you mean Royal? You have your own country?" Coyly he tugged at his ear. "Malik," she moaned, then eyed him closely. "Where are you from exactly? Not Saudi, are you?"

"No, habibti, I am not. Yes, we are from the Arabian Gulf, a neighbour of Saudi land; however, we have our own country with a royal ruling family."

"That you're a part of. No wonder your father is trying to marry you off." Her eyes widened. "What would they do to me?" she gulped. "Beheaded like Anne Boleyn?" she gulped again, placing a hand on her neck. "Thrown into jail for treason?"

He smiled. "Now, who would want to behead you?" he asked, amused. "What treason?"

"Your parents, for starters. I am, after all, thwarting their plans. Oh, my, she was a princess, wasn't she? You are marrying me over a princess. Are you insane Malik?"

"One I still don't want to marry. Just sign the papers, Helena."

"You're the one, who wanted me to read it first," she pointed out.

Rolling his eyes, he sighed. "My mistake."

"What? You would tell me after the facts. You make it so hard Malik, really you do" She grumbled under her breath as she signed the papers, handing them over that were handed over to the other man, who signed his name as a witness. She raised a brow at Malik, since he didn't.

"I signed them the day they were processed," he explained.

"So what do I call you? Your highness?"

"Now that would look strange, wouldn't it? Nothing has changed, Helena. I am still the same man. It is just a title."

"For you Malik," she sighed. She glanced over him, taking in his angular striking features, thick raven-black styled hair, reminding her of a Pierce Bronson bond style. Dark, intense eyes, though always wore an easy smile for her on his full inviting lips, high cheek boned. He was all male with his dark stubble and build, strong masculine lean body, yet filled out a suit out nicely. Very nicely that was tailored perfectly to his form.

He always drew interest wherever he went. To be honest, she was glad she hadn't known he had been a prince in the real sense. Not too much later did she find out, but only thought it as a title, nothing more, nothing less. She would've never approached a prince as she had him. Never would have felt comfortable as she did in his company. She had gotten to know the man before the prince, actually the boss, before the man then the prince. Just never really sunk in and never mentioned, only ever seen him as her boss.