The Prince’s Secret Twins (Al-Sintra Family #2)

Chapter 21

Joran stomped into his first meeting of the morning, wondering why he was so angry. He was an hour into the meeting before he realized why he was pissed off. Tila hadn’t yet agreed to marry him.

What was holding her back? He didn’t think he was too much of an ogre. Some might even consider him to be a prime catch! So, what the hell? Why hadn’t Tila jumped at the offer of marriage?

Of course, Tila had always been different. From the first moment he’d met her, she’d been slightly outrageous. He’d spotted her coming out of one of the government agency buildings that he and his team were trying to infiltrate. He’d watched her come out, her silk skirt fluttering around her slender legs with her hair flying out around her – and she’d danced down the stairs instead of walking sedately like the other pedestrians. He’d been immediately smitten.

He’d discovered who she was and, despite his team’s advice against it, he’d gone to meet her. It took three meetings, picnics in isolated parks, countless gifts sent to her home, and numerous text messages before he’d coaxed her into bed with him.

From the moment he’d spotted her on the stairs, there had never been any other woman for him.

Perhaps there were other women in the palace or in the meetings he’d attended over the past year, that had tried to entice him. But Joran hadn’t noticed.

“Your Highness?” General Istal prompted.

Joran jerked out of his contemplation of Tila and their past. Looking at the expectant faces around the conference room table, Joran realized that everyone was waiting on a decision from him.

Unfortunately, he had no idea what had been discussed. He glanced over at his assistant, who nodded slightly, indicating that he should just say yes. But something warned him that he needed to read up on the subject before he made a decision. “I’ll review this information and will get my decision to everyone soon.”

Joran stood up before anyone could argue with him. Not that they would, he thought as he turned and walked out of the meeting.

His assistant followed immediately behind Joran, talking about his next meeting. But Joran stopped in the middle of the hallway. “Where are Tasha and Marianna?” he asked.

His assistant, a short, efficient man by the name of Jamal, blinked in surprise. “I…uh…believe that they are in Her Highness, Queen Tasha’s, study.”

Joran thought about entering his sister-in-law’s private domain. Prior to marrying Khal, Tasha had been his assistant, and a damn good one. But now that she had other responsibilities as his wife, Tasha had moved to her own office with her own personal assistant.

Thinking about asking Tasha for advice regarding Tila didn’t feel right. He doubted that Tila would appreciate their personal problems being discussed with others. Still, he needed a woman’s perspective.