All Chapters of A contract in Dubai: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The consolling solitudeJonThe week begins with the investigation into the worker's accident. Unfortunately Hamza Saad is there to make everything more boring. I've already called the hospital and learned that Omar, the worker, was fine. I'm on the building's huge construction site when Hamza approaches me. The wind is blowing hard because of that space. He's smoking a cigar that I don't know how it hasn't dissolved completely in the strong afternoon wind.” Jonathan, this is a setback that takes days away from the original project.’” I know, believe me, I know more than anyone.”” Not more than anyone, I'm with two construction companies here for a long time. You were here the day it happened, I hope that doesn't fall on your CV.”  He flashes a fake, yellow smile.How can someone with so much money have yellow teeth like that? I know exactly what this bastard me

Problem  Jon  I wake up on Tuesday to Hazel's cell phone ringing. I turn over in bed, naked as I like to sleep, and answer it. I've put a ringtone specifically for her on my phone, it's an Elvis song, quite sexy actually, called "Trouble".  TroubleIf you're looking for troubleYou've come to the right placeIf you're looking for troubleJust face meI was born standingAnd fighting backMy father was a mountain man with green eyesCause I'm bad, my middle name is sufferingWell I'm bad, so don't mess with meI never looked for troubleBut I never ran awayI don't take ordersFrom any kind of manI'm just madeOf flesh, blood and bone

The best bride-friend  Jon  I knew my mother was going to make my life hell, and I wasn't worried for nothing. But she manages to exceed my expectations and is already starting to annoy me even before she arrives.While I'm talking to her on the phone, I notice Hazel standing in the dark staring at me. Nadia has politely moved away, a clear indication that she doesn't want to overhear the conversation and intrude. I can't cope with all the information around me, so I answer my mother half-automatically:- Okay, Mom. Yes, I understand. No, no problem. ... Yes, it's late here - I look at my watch and realize it's almost midnight - but no problem, you were right to call. I'll contact you again tomorrow. Okay. Good night, ma'am.At least her call wasn't so pointless, I have to admit. There had been a change in her departure and arrival times and I really needed to know. She just didn't need to tell

A hot night Jon Hazel chooses a Turkish movie. "The Apocalypse of Love". Did she select it because his father was Turkish? Well, it doesn't matter. I sit on the sofa with a bucket of popcorn, already tired from all the tidying up I've never done in my own home. After all, I've always outsourced everything in the name of rest. My work isn't heavy, but it is mentally exhausting. I deal with a lot of people, and people are usually synonymous with problems. On top of everything else, money isn't an enabler, either. The more money you have, the more you become a slave to it. I guess, in a way, poor Omar gave me a well-deserved break at home. When Hazel appears in the living room, her hair is washed and dried, she's wearing shorts and a black T-shirt that makes her breasts pop out of her cleavage. I swear, sometimes I think about losing my plea bargain when this woman is around. I feel like jumping on top of he

Rain of kisses Jon Hazel says she's twisted her knee or something, which I don't understand, and that she wants to go to her old room. That way she'll lie down better than with me in bed. Bullshit! I'm a BDSM dominant and so I understand the human mind well. All domination is psychological, so I know the human being well. As I look at her explaining herself, I imagine that she's felt something and is running away from me. But I don't have the mind to argue with her. After that altered list of construction workers, all I can think about is safety. I don't intend to talk to Aziz since I don't trust him very much. I'm going to make some contacts and hire a security company to escort Hazel and me and set up alarms around the house. Except that Hazel keeps talking. She offers to take my mother shopping, but if I know Olivia Wilson, she'll want me along for a while. I haven't seen my mother for a long time. Years, to be exact. I can only imagine how much she misses me. I thank Hazel for th