A contract in Dubai のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

A cold walk in a hot city Part 2 HazelAhmet and the security guard are talking at the entrance, outside, and I walk up to them. I wonder how they can stand outside without being bothered by the heat, even though they are in the shade."Good morning, Ahmet".I turn to the young man, who must be the security guard, and hold out my hand."Good morning! My name is Hazel. I'm Jonathan's fiancée.""Good morning, ma'am." He removes his sunglasses to greet me. "My name is Alex. I'm the security guard who will be accompanying you and your mother-in-law."Olivia gets out right after me, and we set off with Ahmet and the security guard next to him in the car. Olivia agrees that Ahmet should take a longer route so that we can enjoy the view. There's hardly any traffic at this time of day, the roads are well signposted, and she gets excited about seeing the things she has researched on the internet up close. The air inside th

PAIN Part 1 HAZEL After the argument, Jonathan storms out of the room, slamming the door and leaving me without any reaction. I can hardly believe that, even after having a terrible day because of his mother, he can still treat me like that. "A contract is a contract, you must remember why you signed it." He knows very well why I accepted such a crazy situation. If he knows me well, he knows I didn't do it for the money he paid to have me for four years. He knows I didn't incur this debt because I'm an ambitious spendthrift. All the money my mother and I painstakingly saved over the years to come to Dubai to work, rent an apartment, and help pay for my sister's college was quickly depleted. There were dozens of tests, specialized doctors from different fields until we finally found the correct diagnosis. Then came treatments of all kinds, along with expensive medications. Moreover, we were unable to work. I don't even want to recall other th

Almost happy Jon Everything seems to be fine between Hazel and me. I know you didn't hear my apology, but it seems you haven't stopped at my rudeness or you'd rather let it go. I don't intend to fire the boy and I know she's fair. The problem lies with me. I'm possessive of everything that enters my territory. But I also have no intention of becoming toxic. That's something I don't allow in anyone, precisely because I've already suffered this kind of thing from a submissive. I liked her very much and it was very difficult to end that relationship. But I had to. A submissive can't try to dominate the dominator. Preventing him from having another submissive if she doesn't give him everything he likes or imposing rules that only exist in his head. I know that there is a fine line between BDSM domination and abusive domination. That's why these relationships are based on the assumption that SSC is healthy, safe and consensual. Everything should be consensual between a BDSM couple. Even h

The paradise is called Jonathan Turner Part 2 HAZEL I know I'm running away, again. But this time it wasn't me who ran, it was once again a red light like a warning, because I know my love stories always end the same. Am I seeing things that don't exist? Imagining that there's something giving warning signs for me to stop? I see Olivia entering the kitchen, but I don't follow her; I need to take a breath and so I pause for a moment in the living room, lost in thought. Actually... It's the second time this woman has interrupted us! First, the call from London on barbecue day, and now this. Coming from her, I better reconsider whether it was the interference of fate or if there's something supernatural coming from this woman that stops me from surrendering and having her son. I remember the day of the dinner when I put on, somewhat impulsively, the Greek eye talisman my mother gave me. Was it intuitive? I surprise myself with what I'm thinking! Could she be a witch? Gosh, I'm probably

THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT PART 1 HAZEL I set my phone's clock to wake me up quietly, so I wouldn't lose track of time. Jonathan is still sleeping next to me, in a deep slumber. I don't intend to wake him after this tumultuous night; he definitely needs rest. After yesterday's conversation, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but at the same time, I feel bad for knowing that I could have acted differently. I should have shared my whole story a long time ago, and most likely, his actions would have been different. If he really knew me better before, but... well, it's not anyone's fault. We didn't make this agreement to get to know each other, and which of us could have imagined that we'd feel something more than horniness? And I know that there really is more to it than that. I missed the timing* of the game. I'm rusty! I don't know how to play anymore. If I ever did. I had a boxing teacher who told me that my mistake