All Chapters of A contract in Dubai: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Hazel's ApartmentHazelDespite having been in Dubai for a few months now, I still have a bit of difficulty adjusting to the time zone difference. It's already past 9 in the morning here, which would be 6 in the morning in London. With a profession that's primarily nocturnal, I've long acquired the habit of staying up late. I remember that in the first few weeks after arriving in Dubai, I had a strong inclination to work late into the night at the bars I had contracts with. When the performances were mainly at bars, alongside the girls who came here around the same time as I did, there was no issue with waking up late. I recall that sometimes we would all leave work together still full of energy, and sometimes we'd go to sleep after 2 in the morning and only wake up past 10. That was the time when we shared an apartment. It was fun. But I needed a place of my own to welcome my mother and later my sister, who is still in medical school.To earn more money, workin

The most gorgeous spender in Dubai, Part 2Engagement ContractThe following parties are hereby obligated to adhere to the following terms for a period of four (4) years from the date of signing this contract:Parties: Miss Hazel White Mr. Jonathan Turner Miss Hazel White is prohibited from performing in public, including dancing.Miss Hazel White is prohibited from accepting invitations to cultural, romantic, or professional events with any other man except Mr. Jonathan Turner. Events include, but are not limited to: lunches, dinners, snacks, meetings, parties, and gatherings.Miss Hazel White is required to inform her fiancé, Jonathan Turner, of her whereabouts when not in his company.Miss Hazel White is strictly forbidden from disclosing the details of this contract to any third party, under any circumstances, even after the contract's expiration.Miss Hazel White does not desire to engage in sexual int

CHAPTER 14 A funfair Jon I'm about to take a shower when I receive a message from Hazel.“Can you come by after work? I need to talk about my apartment.” What made her think I work on Saturdays? Saturday is sacred in the Muslim world. Especially at this hour, 7 PM. I've just finished a call with my future submissive, possibly, and that delightful teaser sends me a message, but I don't even bother answering her. I put on a shirt and think about what to do this Saturday night after finding out what she wants. This time, I put on something lively on the radio as I drive to her apartment. I usually try to listen to rock, and sometimes even classical music, but not tonight. I want to think about her while I head to her place. Jumeirah Village Circle, is not far away from my house, and I arrive in her apartment in less than half an hour. I give my name at the entrance and drive in. As I'm about to knock on t

Scars JonThat change of clothes at the Park left me very anxious. If Hazel were any other woman I had met in life before, I would definitely think that she had done it on purpose, but my sharp male instinct tells me that she doesn't have that kind of malice. She doesn't seem to be the kind of person who sets up intentional situations; she's quite genuine and spontaneous, and that's something I envy and admire. I remember what I said to provoke her fetishistic imagination, and I smile as her head rests on my shoulder, asleep. A woman who allows herself to sleep on the shoulder of a man who is almost a stranger is certainly trustworthy. Or maybe she has a childlike soul. Maybe Hazel has a bit of both. And she's a little crazy too. I make a decision that might not please her when she wakes up, but I head towards my house. As I park the car in the garage, I slowly turn my body to look at her a little more and admire her English beauty. The lipstick on her lips is gone after the ice cre

FeelingsJonWe have a quick cup of pure, strong coffee with whatever Hazel has found in the fridge and then we leave the house. On the way to work, I ask Ahmet to drop Hazel off at home, but not before stopping at a gym called Bodyfit.-See there? Sometimes, when work leaves me, I come and punch a few punching bags to de-stress. You can even put my picture up if you like. I won't get angry.I smile, blinking my eyes several times.- Ridiculous, Jonathan.I ask him to pick up his cell phone. There are things Ahmet shouldn't hear, it's better to type. Hazel understands and opens her messaging app. I type.My mom wants to come to town, I'd better be at my house right away, get everything ready for us to move this week.She looks at me with wide eyes. I wonder what's going on in her head. Mothers are mothers. They suspect everything and even know everything, even if we don't know it yet. It's better that my mother doesn't know eve