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

shifted my position. My leg brushed against his loins, causing his rod to stiffen, and he groaned.
"Sorry!" I blushed. "Am I causing you any pain?"
"Only the pain of wanting you," he said huskily, his eyes searching mine for a response. I nodded, and we made love yet again.
"I like staying here," Ali grinned afterwards. I slapped his arm playfully, and we both laughed.
"I'll go get your pain medication," I pulled on my clothes from yesterday and went out to the kitchen. 
Ali had put his shorts on by the time I returned, but he left his shirt laying on the floor.
"What did I say about wearing your shirt?" I sighed as he took the meds.
"Well, you also said something about no sex, but since that was a load of shit..." He glanced at me pointedly.
"Put your shirt on, Ali," I grinned and shook my head.
"I don't like shirts," He stuck his tongue out.
"Well, I'm the head of this house, and I say you have to wear one."
"Well, I'm the prince of Saudi Arabia, and I say someone's asking for a good, solid fucking if they don't stop being so ridiculous."
"Touché," I laughed. "But I do expect some decency around here. The not walking around in your underwear rule is non-negotiable."
He nods. "That, I can deal with."
"You gonna work out today?"
"Maybe. Is there any way you'd consider taking me to the gym?"
"To exercise?" I shook my head. "No way, José."
"Not to work out, just to inspect the damage and see what's going on."
I nodded. "Fine, but you're not leaving my sight."
"Yes, ma'am!" He saluted with a grin.
"You goof," I pushed his face away, and he laughed. For the briefest moment, I envisioned him and I being together like this for a long time into the future, but I shook my head to clear it. "Let's go."


"Hey, that's not too bad," Ali peered out of the window to inspect the damage. 
A small porion of the left wing had been demolished in the bombing, but other than that, the massive building was fine.
"Can the gym still run?" I asked him, and he nodded. 
"That's just our physical therapy centre that got damaged; we can easily transfer the members to another part of the building until it's repaired."
"Do you want to go in?"
"Can we?" he asked, and I complied.
I followed him into his office, and waited while he flipped through his mail, returned telephone calls, and checked in with his coworkers.
We ended up staying for a few hours since he had a lot of things to organise, but he treated me to lunch afterwards.
"Why do you say that love and medicine don't work?" Ali asked over a slice of pie.
"My career is too time-consuming. Plus, I'm done with love. I hate men, they're all horny animals."
"Well, at least I'm not like the rest of the men in my family," Ali said.
"Why's that?"
"They all have at least 20 wives. And they don't see anything wrong with it. I do."
I frowned. "Why would you thing differently if that's the way you were brought up?"
"I'm royalty through my mother's side, not my father. I"m the son of one of Abdulah's daughters, and I had to watch my mother's heart break more every day watching her husband love many different women at once. I vowed I'd never do that to a woman."
"Well, since you're never getting married, you'll never have to worry about it."
He nodded. "That's another good thing about not settling down."
"Okay, well, it's your turn."
He raised an eyebrow. "For what?"
"What do you have against love?"
He sighed. "Claire, think about it. I'm young. I'm rich. I've got the most beautiful women in the world drooling at my feet. Why would I give that up for any one single woman and whiny, crying children?"
I took in a sharp breath. "Well, that's your choice I guess." I rose to my feet and slung my purse onto my shoulder. "Shall we go?"
Ali stood, and paid for the meal, and we went out to the car. We rode in silence, until Ali gave a large sigh. "You alright, Doc?"
"Fine, why?"
"I dunno. You just don't seem as lively as usual."
"I'm tired," I shrugged.
"Look, Doc, if it's about what I said earlier..."
"Why would it be? You have the right to decide whether or not you want to get married. Why would that bother me?"
"I don't know. Why would it?"
I raised my eyebrow at him.
"Well, it clearly did bother you, Doc. How come?"
"Hell if I know."
He gave a frustrated sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. "Claire, I thought we agreed there would be no attatchments building between us. I like you, and you're a lot of fun, but I can't give you what you're looking for. I'm sorry."
"What am I looking for?"
"Love."
I opened my mouth to protest, but he held up a hand to stop me. "Claire, I've been with plenty of women. I recognise a woman in love when I see one."
"I'm not in love with you, Ali. I'm done with love, remember?"
He gave me a meaningful look. "You sure?"
"Positive."
"Fine. But no getting upset when I leave. And don't look at me like that, you know I'm going to leave eventually, the only reason I'm staying with you is so I can heal. After that, I'm gone. And I'm not going to settle down. Not now, not ever."
"Fine," I said, and turned on the radio. Taio Cruz's Break Your Heart came on.
"How fitting," I mumbled under my breath. Chapter 5

Ali and I slipped into an easy, predictable routine for the next few weeks. We'd get up, have breakfast, and then I'd take him down to the gym for a light exercise and to work for a few hours. Afterwards, we'd usually grab a bite to eat, and then go back to my place for the night. We both slept in my room
One day, after Ali had finished lifting weights, Ingrid approached us.
"Hey, there," Ali grinned, and wiped his forehead with his shirt.
"Ali, darling, where have you been?" she purred in a disgustingly sweet voice. "I went to the hospital to visit you, but the doctors said you weren't there."
"Oh, I'm staying with Doc," Ali jerked his thumb at me. "The hospital was kind of full, and that didn't want to ship me down to St. Vincent's, so they send me home with her for monitoring."
"I see," she sent me a look and laid a possesive hand on his arm, sending a message even the daftest of women would understand. "How much longer will you be under her...surveilance?"
"Only a few more days," I smiled as friendly as I could, supressing an urge to rip her hair out. "Then he's all yours."
"Hey!" Ali frowned. "I don't belong to anyone!"
"Of course not, darling," Ingrid smiled and put her arm around his shoulders. "I do miss you, though. Terribly. My bed's been so lonely without you."
"I'm here almost everyday," he smiled.
I groaned inwardly. Great, I thought to myself. Now that she knows that, she'll probably be here everyday, too.
She nodded. "Good. Well, I'll see you around then. Do be careful, Ali. You too, Doctor," she smiled icily at me. "It sould be such a shame if you were to get injured as well." She kissed Ali soundly on the mouth, then flipped her hair, and sauntered off.


"You should try some," Ali held his glass out to me.
I peered inside at the grey, thick liquid that he claimed was a delicious, nutritious protein shake. I stuck my tongue out and shook my head. "No, thanks. I'd rather live."
He laughed, leaned his head back, and tossed the rest of the drink down his throat. "Mm-mm!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "You're missing out, Doc!"
"On throwing up? Gee, whatever is the matter with me?"
He grinned and shook his head. "And I thought doctors were risk takers."
"Why do you think that?"
"Well you guys do everything and anything to save a patient, right?"
I nodded. "True. Patients need me. Another reason I should avoid your toxic shakes and stay alive."
"Whatever," he shrugged. He walked around the room, testing out his leg. "I think I'm better now, Doc. I'll probably be leaving soon."
I felt a small, hollow ache in my stomach and swallowed hard to remove the lump welling up in my throat. "Are you leaving today?"
"Is it alright if I stay until tomorrow?"
I smiled. "Of course! Are you ready to go to the gym now?" I turned to grab my keys, but Ali grabbed my arm to stop me.
"Yes?" I raised an eyebrow.
"How about we just spend the day having some fun?" he asked. "Ingrid can manage for one day without me."
"What did you want to do?"
He pulled me close. "Guess," he said in a deep, sensual voice.
My body, as always, instantly gave into his touch, but I hesitated. "Ali, maybe it's not the best idea. You're leaving soon, I should get used to separating myself from y-"
"Shush," he whispered, and covered my mouth with his. I couldn't fight him, and we spent the next hour or so kissing, touching, and making love.
Ali reached over and tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "You've got a kick-ass body, Doc. Why did it take you so long to learn how to use it?"
I stuck out my tongue. "I'd never met someone who made me want to use it."
"Glad I could enlighten you, then," he winked, then stood up and pulled me with him. We both showered and got dressed.
"Now what, I asked as he applied a tantalising cologne.
"Thought we'd head downtown for a little while and just enjoy each others' company," he smiled. "It's  my treat, my way of saying thank you for caring for me."
"It's my job, Ali," I laughed.
"I insist, Claire," he put his arm around me. "Anything you want, you can have. I mean anything. No price limit, whatsoever. I am a prince after all," he winked.
"So that explains why you're such a royal pain," I teased, and he rolled his eyes. We went out to the car. I started to get in, but he stopped me.
"Mind if I drive?" He grinned, and I smiled back.
"Fine, but so help me Ali, if you crash my car..."
"I'll just buy you a new one," he shrugged. "No biggie."
I blinked. "Seriously?"
"Of course! In fact, I'll buy you one anyways." He glanced at my Land Rover. "It's a nice car, but you deserve so much better. What do you want? A Porsche? Lamborghini?"
I laughed. "Ali, you're not buying me a car!"
"Can't stop me," he grinned wickedly. "I'm buying you a car, so you'd better decide what you want, or I'll choose for you. And believe me, I'll buy the most expensive car I can find!"
"Ali, stop it! You're talking crazy!"
"I think I'll get you a Ferarri," he said, ignoring me entirely.
"No, you won't," I insisted as we pulled out of the drive.
"What do you want then? A McLaren, like mine?"
"How about a horse?" I joked.
"I could do that," he said in all seriousness. "My cousin, Achmed, breeds pure Arabian horses, and he only lives a few hours upstate."
I held my head in my hands. "Fine. How about a Charger?"
"Done," he smiled.
I sighed. "You're absolutely sure?"
"Doc, buying a new car affects my as little as buying a sandwich hurts Donald Trump. I'm a prince, Claire, the grandson of one of the world's richest royals. My