If Loving You is Wrong

1: Chance Encounter

NEW STORY ALERT!!

So, the winner of the voting was the youngest Vargas sibling, Liana! Read on to discover how she got herself into her situation (make sure to read The Princess and the Playboy if you dont know what that situation is!) and how she will get herself out of it!

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Here we go again! C x

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He kept looking up and staring at her and she kept acting like she didn't notice.

She did notice and couldn't stop noticing the intense gaze of the dark stranger sat at the table across from her and her two best friends.

Liana Carmen Vargas was currently sat in an exclusive restaurant in Abu Dhabi with two of her friends from Harvard; one of whose father owned the restaurant.

They were dining of course on his dime although either one of them could have paid for the meal and the membership ten times over. That was the beauty of being heiresses of extremely wealthy families. The glitz and glamour of the social elite was what Liana had grown up in and while she still loved the freedom this entailed; she had become a little jaded in her short twenty-two years.

It was this feeling of predictability that drew her to the gorgeous man staring at her. He was so different to the guys she usually met. Jumped up heirs and pretty faced rich boys she knew in abundance but this man - and he was so clearly a man - was something different altogether. Everything about him screamed danger and risk from his short no nonsense black hair and strong jawline, to the dark business suit he wore and the smart leather shoes he wore, currently crossed at the ankles as he looked over at her.

Though his eyes were hooded by thick no nonsense eyebrows, she could see, even from here, his beautifully sculpted lips that as she stole a look at them, he licked. Liana felt that lick register somewhere deep inside her and sucked in a sharp breath as she looked away from him.

"Are you okay Liana?" her friend Saima asked, turning away from their other friend Emilia.

"I'm fine, what were you saying?" Saima smiled, happy to return the conversation back to herself.

"Just that my father said we can use his yacht for the rest of the week? Are you up for it?"

"Sure, why not." She said putting a smile on her face as she turned to look at the man again but to her dismay, he was gone.

Liana tried to ignore how upset she was, it didn't make any sense after all; they'd only been stealing glances at one another but it felt like...more.

She turned back to her friends and didn't think about the handsome stranger again.

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A few hours later, Liana, Saima and Emilia were lounging on Saima's father's yacht in the middle of the Persian Gulf. They were sipping on margaritas and gossiping about mutual friends and discussing what they were going to do when they returned to school.

"I'm not going back to school," Saima suddenly declared and her two friends looked at her as though she had grown a second head.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm not going back to school...I don't want to."

"Why the hell not Saima?" Saima rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her cocktail and placed it on the table between them. She stood up in her white string bikini and threw her arms up in the air.

"Why the hell would I need to continue with school when I already have everything I need!"

Emilia rolled her eyes in disbelief, but Liana was immediately angry,

"Are you serious?" Liana asked,

"Of course I'm serious...I'm getting married, I don't need to work."

The other two girls went silent for the moment until Liana saw red,

"How dare you?"

"Excuse me?"

"How can you throw your life away for some Stepford Wives bullshit! You are completely disregarding the privilege of an expensive education, for a marriage when there are thousands if not millions of people who would kill to be able to go to school!"

Saima went quiet and Emilia simply looked away, embarrassed for her friend.

"We all have money Saima but that doesn't mean we shouldn't respect the opportunities wealth has given us. Just by being at Harvard you could be taking up a space from someone who actually wants to be there and you want to give it up just because your father buys you everything!"

"Your father buys you everything!" Saima shot back, hitting back at Liana's verbal attack.

"Of course he does, I'm a student and his youngest daughter; any man with my father's wealth or not would do the same. That doesn't mean I don't want to be independent of him one day!" Liana spat at her as she stood in her own black two piece, hands on her hips with rage.

Saima fanned her hands at Liana, dismissing her as she said,

"It doesn't matter what you think Liana, I've decided what I want to do." Liana knew she shouldn't let it bother her this much but she hated ungrateful people. Her family had more money than they knew what to do with but her parents had always instilled in her a sense of morality and gratitude for what they had. She would never think about throwing her education or her future away like Saima was. Okay, maybe she was being a little dramatic; the reality was that Saima would be fine but it was the principle of the thing.

How could she throw her life away...for love?

"It doesn't matter what I think Saima, but it should..." Liana's speech was cut off as an unexpected wind picked up out of nowhere.

"What the hell is that?" Emilia said as she looked up into the sky.

The other two girls followed suit and saw a helicopter descending into their midst.

Saima squealed with delight, the previous conversation seemingly forgotten as she clapped her hands together and threw a sheer kaftan over her body.

"Saima?" Liana said looking at her friend for an explanation. Saima giggled,

"Come quick!" she giggled before running off to the helipad at the rear of the yacht.

Emilia and Liana looked at each other in utter confusion and with a shrug, followed their friend.

When they finally caught up with Saima, Liana had piled her curly brown hair onto her head in a high bun and tied a see-through sarong around her wide hips.

The helicopter began to descend and finally, in a flurry of wind four men got out before the helicopter took off into the sky again.

Of the four men who exited the aircraft, Saima ran toward who looked like the youngest. He looked to be Middle Eastern, perhaps from Saima's native Nudai and was dressed as casually as the other three in white shorts and open necked shirt.

Saima took his hand and led him down the short steps towards her friends,

"Asahd, this is Emilia and Liana my best friends from school. Ladies, this is Asahd Almasi...my fiancé."

Saima was practically beaming as she said the word fiancé and Liana almost choked,

"Nice to meet you," Asahd said politely but Liana could only smile and nod.

She had never heard of this man yet her friend was marrying him!

As the other three men followed suit, it was then that Liana even really acknowledged them. Her heart began to race in her chest as she took in the last man who was approaching them; the very same man who had been staring at her in the restaurant.

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