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

Vincent's so we can take in the more seriously injured ones. But St. Vincent's isn't nearly as good as we are, plus he's probably recover faster in a familiar area, with people he knows..." Rico gave me a meaningful look.
"No! I can't!" I crossed my arms. "I'm not letting that lusty animal stay with me!"
"Please, Claire?" Rico pleaded. "We haveour hands full right now, and your place is big enough to house an army!"
"Rico, he'd be advancing on me nonstop! I don't feel comfortable with him."
"You could take the time off...with pay!"
"Won't you need me?"
"Yes, but we'll manage. It'll only be a week or two, a month tops."
I sighed. "Fine. Is he still sedated?"
Rico nodded. "Let's get him settled down at your place before he wakes up."


"OW!" Ali bellowed. I ran upstairs to the guest room. He laid sprawled on the floor, and stared at me. "Where the fuck am I?!"
"At my house," I replied coolly. "You have to stay here under surveillance until your leg heals; there wasn't enough room at the hospital."
"So you volunteered to host me?" he frowned, sitting up and taking the pain medication I handed him.
"You were forced on me," I said. "Only for two weeks or so, then I'm free of you." I turned to leave.
"Wait, Doc!" I glanced back at him. "Aren't you going to help me up? You'd leave a wounded patient lying on the ground?"
I sighed and helped him up into the bed. He was sweating and his breathing was laboured by the effort.
"Doc?"
"What?" I gave a slightly annoyed sigh, and tucked a strand piece of hair behind my ear.
"I don't like this."
"Me neither, so let's set up some rules. One, there is to be NO-"
"No, let me

lay down the rules," he interrupted.
"Excuse me?"
"I don't want you to get used to having me around," he said. "I don't do relationships, and I don't do attachments. So don't think I'll be sticking around. As soon as I'm better, I'm outta here. Don't fall in love with me."
I stared at him with wide eyes. I blinked a few times in disbelief, and then burst out laughing. "Ali, you're full of it! I'm done with love. And even if I wasn't, a promiscuous spoiled Saudi Arabian prince is the last person I'd turn to for romance!"
"What about sex?"
"What about

sex?"
"Would you turn to me for sex? I mean, as long as I'm going to be living here for a while, we might as well have some fu-"
"Ali! There will be no sex. There will be no touching, no intimacy, no kissing, and no going into another person's bedroom. There won't even be any mention of any activities beyond what one might share with a friend. You will be decently dressed at all times that you're out of your room. That means you will wear a shirt, and you can't walk around in your boxers."
He grinned.
"What?!" I snapped.
"You want it just as bad as I do."
"Do not!"
"Then why are you setting up so many rules against it? You're afraid at how badly I tempt you."
"Not every woman worships the ground you walk on, Ali," I rolled my eyes, and turned off the light. "Goodnight."
"Night, Doc," he said as I closed his door. "Don't let the fantasies bite."

Chapter 4

A few days later, Ali was able to hobble around on his own with a cane.
"Feeling better?" I asked as he came down stairs for breakfast.
"Damn doctors and their overly chipper way of talking," he grumbled as he drank his coffee.
I laughed and gave him some oatmeal.
"Is Nora not working today?" he asked.
"I've given her the time off until you're better, since I'm home."
"Doc, could you do me a favour?"
"Depends on what it is," I replied. 
"Could you take me to my place so I can get some of my weights?"
"Ali, you're injured!"
"Just some arm weights!" He defended. "I don't want to lose muscle tone while I'm down, Doc. I don't feel right if I can't exercise."
I sighed. "Fine. But they have to be light enough for me to carry, because you're supposed to be taking it easy, and I'll have to carry them to the car."
He nodded. "Fair enough."
We drove out to his house, which was a high-end condo downtown. as we were going upstairs, Ingrid was coming downstairs. 
"Ali!" she purred in a heavy Russian accent. "My darling, I have missed you!" She kissed him fondly, and kept an intimate hand on his chest as she turned to me. "Who are you?" She sneered.
"This is Claire," Ali said. "She's a doctor, and she's taking care of me until I heal."
"Oh," she said snootily, eyeing me like a lioness might eye her next meal. "Well, I'll continue to take care of the place while you're gone, Ali. I miss you," she murmured sensually, making it clear what exactly she missed about him. I tried not to gag.
"Me too," Ali smiled. "But I'm in quite a bit of pain, so whould you mind if we talked later? I want to get my stuff and then get off my feet."
"Da", she nodded. "Call me, okay?"
Ali assured her he would, and then she kissed him again and left.


"She seems to be a lot more than your business partner," I said as Ali threw some clothes in an athletic bag.
He glanced up at me. "Ingrid's dad died when she was four. Her mom remarried on of my grandfather's brothers."
"So, Ingrid's mom is sister-in-law to the Saudi Arabian king?!"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Anyway, they married when I was twelve and Ingrid was seven. So Ingrid and her mother came to Saudi Arabia. We've grown up together ever since."
"Why is she so intimate with you, then? All the kissing and touching?"
Ali raised an eyebrow. "Why does it matter? We're just friends, Claire, and occasional lovers. Also, through her mother's marriage to Nazir, we're distant in-laws. We grew up together, that's all."
I shrugged. "What weights do you want?"
"Those," he gestured towards a pair of black weights that I could barely lift off the ground.
"Ali!" I scolded. "Are you trying to make yourself worse?"
He shook his head, and picked both of them up easily with one hand. "They're the lightest ones I've got."
"Put those down!" I demanded, and was met with a warm laugh from Ali.
"Don't worry, Doc. I'm carrying them on my good side. My injury's on this leg," he held up his cane in his other hand. "But I'm touched by how much you care. How about you carry my clothes and other stuff, and I'll carry the weights?"
I gave a frustrated sight. "Ali, I swear to God, if you die..."
"Well, as long as you don't swear to Allah," he grinned, and made his way over to the door. "You coming?"


Ali laid on the living room floor and lifted weights while I fretted over him like a mother hen.
"Claire, please!" he chuckled. "I'm fine! It's just lifting weights. I mean, Jesus, it's not like I'm running a mile, or even standing up! My legs aren't being worked at all."
"You're supposed to be taking it easy," I bit my nail. "I'm pretty sure that lifting weights doesn't fall under that category.
"It's only been an hour and forty-five minutes," he put the weights down and sat up.
God, he was sexy. His hair was damp, making it even curlier than usual, and his white T-shirt was sweat-soaked and see-through. A wave of longing swept through me, and I turned away from him.
I heard him chuckle softly. "Having a hot flash, Doc?"
"No," I blurted, knowing that I wasn't fooking anyone.
"My pain meds kicked in a little while ago," he said in a deep and suggestive voice. "I'm pretty sure I could handle a little ride."
"There will be no sex!" I faced him again. "What part of that don't you understand?!"
"All of it," he grinned. "Come on, Doc, what's wrong with a little lovemaking? It's a damn fine stress reliever. What I'd give to fuck all of that up-tightedness right out of you."
"Ali, stop it!"
"Ali, fuck me!" he replied mimicking my voice. "That's all I hear. Come on, Doc," he held out an arm.
"Rrrrghhh!" I clenched my fists at my side.
"That's right, Doc!" he smiled playfully. "Be angry! Let it out! Take it out on me!"
I gave in, and kicked of my shoes, and began unbuttoning my blouse.
"Finally!" Ali cried, and yanked his shirt over his head. Jesus, his body was amazing.
I crossed the room hurriedly and flung myself against him, causing us both to fall backwards onto the couch. Our mouths met in a fiery whirlwind of passion. His hands were everywhere, stroking me and touching me just so, and I loved it. We made love furiously, fighting against each other and uniting in an explosive release that left both of us gasping and shaking. He gently nibbled at my neck while I tried to regain control of myself.
"God, that was fantastic!" I breathed, removing my nails from his shoulders and blushing at the deep marks they'd made.
"Damn straight it was," I could hear the grin on his face.
"Again, Ali," I whispered. "I want it again."
So we made love again, this time slowly and passionately, until we were both too exhausted to speak.
"Does this mean I can stay in your room tonight?" Ali murmured into my ear.
"Will you let me sleep?" I asked.
"Yes, if you promise not to ravish me while I sleep."
I snorted. "Like you'd be against that."
"Touche," he kissed me soundly, and then sat up and winced.
"Oh, that probably undid any healing that had taken place!" I gasped. "Ali, why did you insist on doing this?"
"Shhh, Doc," he smiled gently and put one finger to my lips. "It's just stiff. But how 'bout we just stay on the couch for tonight? I don't think I'll be able to handle the stairs."
I nodded, and grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch. 
We laid down and pulled the blanket over us, and I reached over to turn off the lights. Ali wrapped his arms around me and held me close. 
"You sure you're alright?" I asked. "Do you need anything?"
"Just you," he murmured drowsily, and for some reason, this caused my face to burst into a grin and a warm glow to travel down all the way to my toes. Moments later, we were both asleep.


Unlike the previous times Ali and I had spent the night together, I didn't find myself horrified when I woke up next to him. A little sore, yes, and anxious about how to interact with him when he woke, but not horrified or self-loathing. I turned and looked at him. 
Sometime during the night, the blanket had uncovered him, and I took in every beautiful, tan inch of him. I think it should be against the law for a man so perfect to exist. It's not fair to women. 
"Should I take your staring as a compliment, then?" Ali's voice made me jump. 
"I thought you were asleep!" I huffed, and he laughed at my reddening cheeks. 
"Didn't mean to startle you, Doc," he twisted one of my curls around his finger. 
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