Chapter 2
Dangerous gameAndrew
As if all the hustle and bustle of a teaching hospital wasn't enough, I still have to put up with the presence of the beautiful and insufferable Hailey White. I remember as if it were yesterday that we met at the wedding of one of my best friends and became close on the first night. It's hard to imagine myself with another woman at the moment, since I liked Hailey so much. But I'm a complicated man. I carry on my back the centuries-old baggage of a monarchy that should have ceased to exist in Monaco. I'm the prince and I would have to have duties, but my father understood when I decided to step aside to practice medicine. It's one of my passions. And nothing they do there, apart from spending money for nothing, is a passion of mine. Monaco really is beautiful, a warm country between Italy and France, as small as a city, but so clean and beautiful that it leaves London in last place when it comes to beauty and organiChapter 1The Mysterious ManHazelI always drive at a speed of seventy miles per hour, but tonight is different. Aziz's henchmen want to catch me at any cost. I weave through cars on the crowded streets. I don't know how I haven't run over anyone yet, but now, my life comes first. I can't remember how I got myself into this damn debt, but I'll get out of it. I'll find a way to do so but right now, I need to escape alive.Luckily I am excellent behind the wheels, otherwise I would have killed myself. The police haven't been called yet because the ones chasing me don't want to involve them. I look in the rearview mirror, feeling the sweat dripping down my forehead. How frustrating! How frustrating Aziz is! He promised to protect me! He promised he wouldn't charge what I owe so soon! Damn it, my nail almost broke while shifting gears, but Aziz's Volvo chasing me is so fast compared to my cheap car that I am sure I have no chance. I'll have to dance for free at the club for a year to pa
Knowing the CEO Part 2 Hazel "Are you Samira?" he asks me, his voice is strong and deep, powerful as if could melt a glacier. I pause for a moment and scan him from head to toe. Then I look him straight in the eyes and notice they're brown. "I'm not a hooker. Don't waste your time." "That wasn't the question I asked!" He raises his voice. I stop in front of him and cross my arms in front of my chest. What on earth could he want from me? I'm sure it's not a date. "Yes, I'm Samira." "In this case, Hazel, you're British, your mother is Helen, she is sick. You can't even afford your apartment, and you are let alone to help your mother," he said. Raising one eyebrow and uncrossing my arms, I reply. "Aziz's men never rest, do they?" "Well, actually, Aziz said you would dance at my party tonight and that I needed to talk to you" . The perfume is delightful, and also the classic alpha male behavior. Every move of that man stirs my libido and my feminine instincts. And I should s
Chapter 3Proposal in DubaiJonathanAll I need tonight is a hot shower and a peaceful, comfortable night's sleep in the king-sized bed I chose. However, today it is not possible because I have to attend the damn opening party of my own company. I opted for a cheap decoration just to please the old men who are going to drool over the belly dancers I hired for a presentation. It is a common habit of Dubai culture to have this kind of entertainment. It doesn't matter if there's a great inauguration cake or people hanging from the ceiling. The old Englishmen from the construction business are excited about the hip-swinging girls as if they've never seen one before.That night, I feel a craving for sex. Dirty and indecent sex. However, my priorities come first. Being a dominant, I desire to have a submissive of my own, someone who obeys me, enjoys the dominance, and loves her Master. And that comes before sex. I take a good look on the internet searching for a discreet brothel in Dubai,
Chapter 4Who doesn't like a challenge?HazelThose black gloves in his hands are undoubtedly a habit of his, not because he is freezing or something like that. He also wears Armani; I noticed his style – I do love clothes! The brand-new shoes shows that he doesn't like wearing anything old or he just give things away after a short time of use. A habit I can't afford to have, as I'm a poor belly dancer. But he's handsome, that's for sure. The man smells like money and vanity. That kind of typically masculine vanity, the vanity of how much he can buy people with what he owns. In my case, it must have been easy for him to pick me out from the showcase.Aziz must be more than just someone who provides him services; he must be a partner or some close friend to whom he confided that he's dominant, and Aziz, being an excellent negotiator he could easily indicate that I was on the cheapest shelf in the market.Three hundred thousand dollars must mean nothing to this man, obviously. Maybe he
Chapter 5Black and RedJonI drive Dubai´s streets in my brand-new Hyundai Azera. I bought this car at a car fair as soon as I arrived. Aziz Kumar Al-Hashidi is my closest contact in the Emirates. It's all his fault that I bought a Hyundai. I needed a car, nothing too flashy, but this black sedan with tinted windows got my attention. It felt like it was saying, "take me." Just like Samira. As soon as I got into that car, I felt at home. I expected to feel the same with the dancer. I can't help but smile slyly, a mischievous idea dancing in my thoughts!"Jonathan, you're not worth a penny...." an ex-girlfriend would say. And she was right. By feminine standards of romance and such things as relationships, I'm worthless. And I don't even want to be valued in that way. Nowadays, I need to sign “dating contracts” to protect myself better from women. My only problem is that I don't date, and that's why Aziz Kumar was so important when it came to finding a cheap girl. Three thousand dollar
Chapter 6 Blind date... not so blind! Hazel 9:45... still sleepy, I try to see the numbers on my phone's digital clock on the bedside table. It's not early, but I'm in no hurry. Well-deserved rest. For months, I've been working hard to do the work that my mother and I would be doing together. I accepted every invitation to perform in bars, hotels, and private events without a second thought. Some days, I jumped from one event to another, rushing to change clothes, redo my makeup, and get around. In some bars, I had managed to secure a fixed contract with a group of dancers, and we could take breaks and take turns. But in some private events, for which I called only one or two trusted colleagues, we became more tired. I rub my eyes and see a message from my sister. The day before, I had sent a message asking if Mom was stable after some procedures she would undergo that day. Most people undergoing cancer treatment suffer from adverse reactions. Chemotherapy and radiotherapy are de
Chapter 7AtmosphereJonI chose the perfect Armani suit for the meeting with Samira, or Hazel; I don't even know what to call her. It's an extremely elegant pinstriped suit. I remember well when I bought this suit. The saleswoman gave me her personal number on the back of the store card. There was no other way; I had to f*ck her in the parking lot. Women are like that, they love money. If the money comes with a young guy, even better. After all, why not combine the best of both worlds? But men are like that too. As I adjust the brown tie over the white shirt, tying it tightly, I remember how many times men have hit on me as well. I always politely declined or showed that it wasn't my inclination. This is one of the reasons why I need a contract with this girl. We, dominators, are known in our "habitat," that is, the clubs and houses we frequent.Dubai is a new world. I am a total unknown here. Illustrious, but un
Chapter 8"Pandora´s box"HazelAs soon as I close my notebook, ending the quick chat with my sister, I notice that Jonathan Turner answered to my message:"At. Mosphere, meet me at the front door, at 7 pm. Bring a Hijab. Appropriate clothes."At. Mosphere? I think for a moment. Ahhh, the famous Atmosphere. Both forms of writing its name are used, and I didn't recall it immediately. The highest restaurant in the world, on the 122nd floor of the Burj Khalifa, the tallest building in the world! A choice to impress?I had already attended a small event at the Tower. But I only had time to enjoy part of the beauty of the Armani Hotel lobby. Enough to grasp the luxury of that place that I definitely wanted to have more time to explore.It's still early to dress up, but I choose the clothes right away. Hmm, appropriate attire and a Hijab... Okay, Mr. Turner, - I think to myself - don't assume