Page 27 of Filthy Hot Prince

I let out a nervous laugh. “Are you sure? Why? Why Azmia?”

Khalid confessed, “Because it’s the only place where I am truly free to paint. I have my studio, a place where I go to paint and nowhere else. It’s a force of habit. And I want to take you there with me.”

I processed his words and considered them for a moment. I had never taken a day off from working and visiting factories to make sure every perfume bottle of my brand was made perfect, from the scent to its packaging. I had been thinking about a mini-vacation, even Mabel and Mr Benjamin wanted me to take some time off.

I could do that. Go to Azmia. Be with Khalid. Let him paint me. Let him paintonme.

The opportunities were endless.

I leaned up, wanting to kiss him on his cheek, but my calculations were misjudged and the kiss landed on his lips. Too flustered, I pulled back and blurted, “Yes. I would like to come with you, Khalid. To Azmia. But I would need to make some calls and talk to Brandon before we leave.”

“Good.” He kissed my forehead. “I will let Benjamin know. You don’t need to pack any clothes.”

I turned red hearing his words and felt him smirking when he dialed the number.

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