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 say, they haven't been stirred like this in a long time, ever since my mother fell ill.
"Alright, what do you need? Another party organizer or a housekeeper?"
Finally, he smiled, sarcastically saying, "I like your tough attitude. I believe you'll serve me perfectly."
"Here we need to be tough, or the system swallows us. By the way, the same system you're about to offer me. Look, I'm not a mule*, I don't carry drugs, I'm not a prostitute, and I'm not... What else could I not be?" I said, ticking off my fingers.
He smiled again. "You're amusing," he paused, "but that's not why I want to hire you."
"I'm still listening, but in two minutes, I'll be out the door."
"No, you won't," he said confidently. "I want you to be my fiancée."
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to process what I just heard. "What?!"
"That's what you heard. I pay well, and I'll pay off your debt with Aziz."
Wait, this is getting interesting... He pays off my debt with Aziz? This guy must be crazy or a millionaire. Or crazy and a millionaire.
"You want to marry me?"
"N-no, I want you to pretend to be my fiancée whenever I need."
"Just that?"
He lights a cigarette, casually as if he could change his mind and choose another girl at any moment. I immediately thought of my mother when he does that. He brought it to his mouth in such a sexy way that it unsettled me. I don't like smokers, but in some men, that habit becomes absolutely sexy. He squinted so the smoke wouldn't bother his eyes and looked me up and down again. When he moved the cigarette away, he began to speak.
"I have important contacts here, new clients who are too old-fashioned and love the image of a straight businessman."
"Ah, so you are gay," I say with a hint of disappointment, because if I could have another night of hot sex, it would be with him.
"No, actually, I'm very straight, but I'm a dominant. That's why I don't have a girlfriend, but these guys are annoying. So you help me, and I'll help you," he explains.
More girls were coming out of the restroom to leave. Dominant... dominant... like in the movie?
"Like Fifty Shades of Grey?" I ask.
"That annoyingly popular thing, right?" he replies.
That was it. His aura just became even sexier and more intriguing. I had loved the movie and the book, and for a while, I really tried to find a dominant to teach me, but that was years ago, and now, at 29, those things doesn't matter anymore.
"Yes, it did get pretty popular. Well, I can't say I'm not interested. Obviously, paying off my debts is quite attractive, and if it's just that, we can talk," I say.
He chuckles nonchalantly. - "You can be sure it's just that. You're not a submissive, and that's why you don't interest me at all."
At all? Saying that was cruel. I am considered a beautiful woman. How could he say nothing interests him?
"I understand. And how much would the payment be?"
"Three thousand dollars, will that cover your expenses?"
Am I really doing business to be a fake fiancée for a dominant? How far you've come, Hazel!?
"It's more than enough; I don't even have a cat." I joke.
He approaches me, and I feel his imposing presence, standing around six feet tall or close to it. The man is incredibly handsome and is still wearing black gloves.
"My name is Jonathan, and this is my card," he hands me a corporate card. "If you're interested, call the personal number or leave a message, and I'll get back to you. Goodnight, Samira."
The man leaves the room, leaving me with shaky legs and that masculine and mesmerizing presence. The next thought that crosses my mind is: What kind of trouble am I getting myself into now?
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
Chapter 9A million dirhams for your thoughtsJonThe table is set for the two of us. Obviously, my spot is reserved. I've had a permanent place at Atmosphere since I arrived, after all, a man who pays in cash is always welcome.. They always offer me card machines to make my life easier, but in reality, few things make me use credit cards. I like to control the money going out and coming in. Much more of it is going out, and that's one of the reasons why I prefer to use my dirhams*.Atmosphere is a beautiful restaurant on the 122nd floor of the Burj Khalifa. Everything in Dubai is extravagant, as desired by the Sheikh. Restaurants are no different. It offers a panoramic view of the entire city and a decor that blends bold design with the antiquated. Wooden tables and leather-upholstered seats, but the ceiling with beams resembling golden steel. A very nice place to take a very beautiful woman like her. I help her descend the stairs, and she seems to be en
chapter 10AuthenticityHazelStanding in the Atmosphere lounge, I try to appreciate the beautiful city view. The buildings, predominantly illuminated with white and blue lights, blink in a way that makes it seem like they're dancing. Dancing. Did he really say I won't be able to dance anymore? I even argued from a financial point of view. But dancing, to me, is much more than just paying the bills. Without dancing, I'll become like the view from above in the middle of a blackout. The city is there, but no one sees it; it doesn't shine anymore. I let out a sigh.I look back and see if Jonathan, who had gone to pay the bill, has returned to pick me up. He led me to the lounge, saying the view was even more beautiful. He's a smart man and preempted so I wouldn't back out. Now my bills are paid, I own an apartment that can comfortably accommodate my mother and sister. Being innocent, I thought I'd have more negotiating power... Jonathan walks towards the lounge in my direction. An older
Chapter 2Dangerous gameAndrewAs 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 organi
These 2 last chapters are part of the book 2: Impossible love in London, the story of Hazel White and Andrew Grimaldi, a prince of Monaco. Hope you enjoy these first words.Chapter 1Noble intentionsHaileySats at 78 percent.Blood pressure at 10 x 7. The patient is hypotensive and his saturation is not very good. He's an elderly man who arrived at the emergency room with a head injury. Apparently, according to his relatives, he slipped in the bathroom and, without any support bar, fell with all his might. I report to my superior, Andrew. I take a deep breath. I'm tired of this shift. It's been 24 hours."What should you do then, Miss Hailey?" he asks.I'm standing next to two other fellow residents. Dana, who wears a white scarf even inside the hospital, when in fact, the snow is outside. However, if you look closely, the ice is also coming from Andrew's gaze, which makes everything colder. On my other side i
Epilogue part 2After many battles and trials, the White family has gone through many changes and challenges. Each of the three incredible women in this family has had to survive only with the support of the love they have for each other. Although everyday life continually challenged them, they managed to overcome the problems that arose in their lives without much outside help. From time to time, luck smiled unexpectedly on them. Their strength lay in their family's unity, and that's what the facts showed them. But the true strength of a family is most complete when there is a balance between the nurturing power of the woman and the fulfilling and protective strength of the man. Their story is and will be proof of that balance, even if all that balance comes through a bit of confusion, adventure and ... a certain amount of imbalance and chaos. After all, all chaos will be sublimated, sooner or later, by the power of Love!All we need is Love!Jonathan, the strongest expression of the
EPILOGUE part After the birth of Jason White Turner, Hazel and Jonathan enjoy a few days with their family in London. Of course, it’s not exactly a vacation, as little Jason needs a lot of attention in his first few days of life. It’s not advisable to visit the baby too much in the first few days, so Hazel plans to stay in London for a few weeks until the whole family has had a chance to get to know the newest member of the family.Unfortunately, Jonathan can’t stay as his work is important and requires his presence, so he can’t be away for too many days. He returns to Dubai a week later while Hazel still needs to stay, even so that little Jason can travel safely to Dubai, where he will be raised until the work commissioned by Sheik Mohammed Al-Maktoum is finished. The work is progressing successfully, and without any outside interference, but it still has three long years to go. Jonathan remains dedicated to his responsibilities and strives to meet the high expectations set by his e
Nice to meet you, my name is Jason Part 2JonIn the few days off we have between Christmas and New Year's, we take the opportunity to do some sightseeing on our own. Hazel hadn't yet been to the museum of the future, or the parks she was so keen to visit, such as the Miracle Garden and the Butterfly Garden. I confess to myself that I've never had time to visit these places because of all the problems I've had since arriving in this wonderful city. The beauty of these places is immense. In the Butterfly Garden, you can enter and interact with hundreds of butterflies of various species. Everywhere there is a picture of the Sheik. Plants come down from the ceiling and there is a wide range of plants on the floor too. Butterflies are everywhere. When I see that it's just as beautiful as other places we've visited, I pull out my cell phone to take some pictures of my wife interacting with the butterflies. If it had been my eight"year"old self, I
Nice to meet you, my name is Jason Part 1JonI believe Capri is the perfect destination for Hazel to experience the beauty of the Gulf of Naples. One of the highlights of this island is the mesmerizing Blue Grotto, where the sea radiates a stunning blue hue. It's an incredible experience to dive into the cave from one side and emerge from the other.I am genuinely thrilled to show Hazel all the wonders of the world that she may have never even imagined. There are countless things to explore on Capri, and I want to open her eyes to these hidden treasures. Despite any past challenges, I am committed to giving her the opportunity to experience incredible sights she may have only dreamed of.We stayed at the Punta Tragara hotel, in the villa of Tragara, on the island of Capri. I've never been to the hotel, but from the website, it looked beautiful for a honeymoon. Hazel looks at everything, notices everything. It's still early and the architecture and decoration of the place really impre
Unconditional love part 2HazelTime flies and I spend most of my time taking care of my body with light exercises, preparing for the last semester of my pregnancy. The exams are fine, and I’m just reinforcing my health and my son’s with some vitamins recommended by the doctor. The new weight of my body and the natural tiredness of pregnancy make me sleep more than usual. And Jonathan is always careful and delicate when we are having sex. It looks like our dungeon room will be closed for a few more months.Everyone knows that winter, which is already upon us, is the best time to work in Dubai, as the temperature is very mild, around 20 degrees Celsius, and Jonathan’s project is developing in an unexpected way. Of course, it takes a lot of work, but new funding is also driving the project forward. Christmas comes quickly, along with the news of my mother’s cure. The tumor is gone and all that’s left now is to follow up every six months. The recovery of my m
Unconditional love part 1HazelRight after my dance with Jonathan, I ask the women to gather around because I’m going to throw the bouquet. I notice that there aren’t many single women at the party, but my sister is among them. I throw the bouquet and, but it seems I’m very bad at aiming, because as I try to get as close as possible to my sister in the group of women, I end up throwing it too far and accidentally hit a group of men around, who are looking curiously at this ancient ritualistic scene. I witness the bouquet being tossed around like a ticking bomb ready to explode. Eventually, it ends up in Andrew’s hands, the noble prince who has aroused my sister’s interest. Not knowing what to do, he quickly throws it forward into my sister’s hands. I don’t know if he did it intentionally, but he could have thrown it to anyone. I can see people laughing, having fun with the situation, but it’s clear that it left my sister speechless, and out of action. Soon afterwards, Alex appro
A beautiful party....and Capri.JonHazel tries to get the golden lion from my hands."My God, it's heavy, how much must be in there?”He smiles."No idea, Sir”It really is a weighty gift. That piece must be worth 1 million dirhams, which in our currency is about 270,000 eur. It's a good present for someone who isn't from the Emir's family. And they were careful to remember Hazel's spontaneous gesture. Lovely. We took lots of photos with the piece, which will go to our home in London."It's dance time! "Someone shouts.I look at my now"wife and see everyone moving away so we can waltz. But that's not quite what I had in mind. The same music that played at the entrance to the church is the music that starts playing at our party. Hazel opens her mouth."Did you ask for this?"Of course.I pull her up and twirl her around, liste