Loving Ali by Shånnon Marie (love story novels in english .txt) 📕

well, don't we, Doc?"
"Oh. My. God. Claire, you were serious! You fucked the prince of Saudi Arabia!"
"Oh, yes she did," Ali chuckled, and pulled me against him. "Wanna try it again?"
"You're crazy!" I shouted, pushing him away.
"You're

crazy!" Nancy shrieked. "For Christ's sake Claire, this has to be one of the world's most desirable men! And he wants YOU

! How can you say no?!"
"Oh, well, when you put it like that," I began in a flirtatious voice, but then I scowled. "NO!" I turned to leave, but Nancy grabbed my arm.
"Oh Claire, let's not leave yet!" she whined. "We just got here!"
"Fine," I growled, "but keep Hugh Heffner there away from me."
Ali threw his head back and laughed. "You're one feisty little lady, Doc! It's no wonder our lovemaking was so fiery!"
"You....you...!" I sputtered.
"Devilishly handsome sex god?" he offered. "Thank you, I know I am."
"RRRGHH!" I screamed, and stormed over to the bar. "Give me the strongest drink you've got," I told the bartender, "and lots of it!"
"You planning on drivin'?" he gruffed.
"No."
He poured me 3 large glasses of clear liquid, and I downed them all, smiling at the burning warmth that spread throughout me. "Can I have shum muh?"
He nodded, and refilled them. I swallowed all of these, too, and everything around me began to swirl and blur.
"Hey, whoah there, Doc!" Ali came to my side. "That's some real

strong stuff. I think that's plenty for you tonight."
I shook my head, and motioned to the bartender to refill my glasses again.
"Hey, man," Ali stopped him. "Don't give her anymore, alright? She's upset, that's the only reason she's drinkin'. She's gonna make herself sick!"
The bartender nodded, and took the glasses away.
"I was enjoying that," I slurred, fighting to keep my balance as I turned to face him.
He waved his hand in front of my face, and shook his head. "Doc, you're stoned. Like, seriously stoned. I don't think the party life suits you. I'm taking you home."
I giggled, and batted my eyelids at him.
He gave me a worried look, but I was too far gone to care. I leaned foward, took his face in my hands, and kissed him passionately. It was a fantastic kiss, a thing of tongue and teeth and sexual excitement. With a belly full of liquid courage, I rubbed up against him and forcefully grabbed his crotch.
He groaned, wrapped his arms around me, and held me tightly. "Doc, stop that, or I'm gonna have to take you right here on the dancefloor."
"Do it," I hiccupped. "I dare you."
"I couldn't," he panted. "You're stone drunk. You'd hate both of us in the morning."
"Fine," I frowned. "Get me the hell outta here."
He put one arm in the small of my back and tucked the other one behind my knees. In one quick move, he scooped me up and held me against his chest. His smell of his tantalizing cologne sent my already dizzy head reeling.
"Damn, you smell good," I murmured into his neck.
He grinned and looked down at me. "I wish you were like this all the time, Doc. We'd get along great!."
He carried me outside, and signaled for a taxi.
"What about your car?" I asked.
"It's in the shop," he said, placing me in the backseat of the cab. "And don't worry, Nancy already knows you're with me."
"Wanna know why I agreed to fuck you that one time?" I crawled into his lap as he sat down next to me and gave the cabbie directions. "Because I think you've gotta be the sexiest man on the face of this planet," I said seductively, licking the hollow at the base of his neck.
"Claire, stop it, you're driving me crazy," he replied in a strained voice.
"Good." I ran my hand down his chest and back up again. "Cuz you drive me

crazy, Ali." I began laughing. "Goddamn, I can't believe I fucked the prince of Saudi Arabia! You royal son of a bitch, why didn't you tell me?"
He shrugged.
"I don't care, though," I nuzzled my head against his face. "I wanna fuck you all over again." I straddled him and moved my hips over his lap.
"Claire!" he moaned. "Claire, stop it!"
We got to my house, and he paid the cab. Once it drove off, I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, kissing him madly. "Fuck me, Ali. Why won't you fuck me?"
"Because you're not thinking straight!" he carried me inside. "Claire, goddammit, if you weren't drunk right now, I'd be on you in a moment, but-" he cut off with a mighty groan as I stuck my hand down his pants and grabbed the object of his passion. "Claire!" he rasped in a ragged voice. "You're pushing me over the edge!"
"So?" I giggled, unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor. "I want you, Ali. You're not a prince, you're a king...a god in bed!" I knelt down and took his erection in my mouth.
"CLAIRE!" he cried out, breaking into a sweat. "Claire, my God, if you don't stop, I'm gonna lose it!"
For my response, I stuck my tongue out and licked the base of his rod, and he moaned.
"That's it!" he growled, reaching down and yanking me to my feet. Then, he slung me over his shoulder and took off towards my bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and yanked my dress up over my head. He came over and proceeded to ravish me until I neither of us could stand it any longer, and then entered me, and for a few moments, everything was perfect.

I opened my eyes and groaned, for two reasons. One, I had a killer hangover, and two, Ali was gone.
I forced myself to get up and get dressed, fighting through the throbbing pain in my head, and went downstairs.
To my great shock, Ali was there, sipping a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper. He looked up at me, and grinned. "How ya doin', Doc?"
"Killer headache, and frustrated," I growled. "I'm surprised you haven't fled already."
He pretended to be hurt. "Why would I leave?"
I gave him a killer glare, and he laughed. "Okay, so I do have a reputation. But two things prevented me from ditching you this morning. One, I couldn't live with myself if I didn't make sure you were okay after last night. And two, I'm waiting for Ingrid to get here."
"Ingrid?"
"My life-long friend and coworker. She and I share ownership of the gym downtown."
"Hey, just a thought. What's a Saudi Arabian prince doing all the way over here in New York, anyways?"
"There's over 35 princes of Saudi Arabia," he explained, "and that's only my grandfather's sons. I'm one of him God-only-knows-how-many grandsons. So, it's not like I'm the only prince, and I need to stay at home in a palace or anything."
"Ah."
A car horn honked, and the both of us glanced out the window. A shiny, black Maserati GranTurismo sat in the driveway. I glanced at Ali. "Let me guess: Ingrid is royalty, as well?"
He laughed and shook his head. "Nah. Our gym's just really successful. Plus, she's a model. She was voted - he pursed his lips- I think it was the world's fourth most beautiful woman?"
As if on cue, a woman stepped out of the car and I couldn't help but gawk. She had long, shiny red hair, and piercing green eyes. She wore a halter-top skin-tight black mini dress that hugged every single one of her flawless curves. Everything about her screamed wealth and perfection. In short, she was the single most drop-dead gorgeous woman I'd ever seen.
Ali looked over at me and grinned. "She's great, ain't she?"
"Yeah."
"She ain't bad in bed, neither," he chuckled.
My head snapped towards him. "You've slept with her?"
"Of course! Who wouldn't

wanna bang a body like that?"
I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Go be with your model, then. And for future reference, I have never

slept with you, and I never will. In fact, you don't even know me."
Ali gave an amused grin. "If you say so, Doc. Adios, then!" He walked briskly out of the kitchen, and a few moments later, I heard the door slam. I watched him go out and greet Ingrid, who gave him a dazzling smile and a way too intimate embrace, followed by a passionate kiss. I snorted in disgust as they got in her car, and then they were gone.


"Hey, you!" Kip chucked my under the chin as I put on my coat and prepared to leave for the night. "You have fun at La Reve?"
"Yeah, she did!" Nancy grinned. "She went home stone drunk with the prince of Saudi Arabia!"
"Oh?" Kip wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. "You sly little fox, you! Don't worry, Claire, your secret is safe with us," he said with a wink. Then, he turned to leave.
I shook my head and shot a death glare at Nancy.
"Sorry?" she turned up her palms.
"Oh, Claire, I almost forgot!" We both turned back towards Kip. "Janice will be back at work tomorrow, so you can get back to the ER ward."
"Awww!" Nancy pouted. "I'll miss you, Claire!"
"I'll miss you, too, " I smiled, and gave her a hug. Then I gave Kip a hug as well. "It was fun working with you all!"
"Same!" they waved as I headed out the door. "Goodnight!"

"I'm back!" I called, and hung my coat up on the hook. "Did you guys miss me?"
"Damn straight, we did," said my boss Rico Martinez, giving me a kiss on either cheek. He was a very attractive Hispanic man in his early 30's. He and I were strictly friends, but I knew women who would purposely injure themselves just to have him treat them, he was that desirable. "How was your time with los ninos

?" he asked.
"Fine," I smiled. "Are we the only docs on duty for now?"
Rico shook his head. "Chance and Blake have the day off, but everyone else is here as usual."
"Is that Claire?" Leslie Carper poked her head in the doorway. She was another doctor here in the ER and, as many claimed, my long lost British twin. We both had short, bouncy ringlets, although I was blonde and she was a redhead. We also were about the same height, age, and build. Our differences were that blue-eyed and fair skinned, while she had green eyes, a slightly darker complexion than mine, and freckles. She also was very loud and abrasive, while I was more conservative and what people referred to as a "good girl"...or, at least, until Ali had unmasked my inner bad girl. But despite these differences, Leslie was my best friend, and had been ever since we'd met in graduate school.
"Oh my gosh, it is!"