Seduced By The Bad Boy Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Bad Boy Romance (13 page)

Then she turned away, and began to walk to the door. But not before turning to face me one last time. "You'll regret this day, Sheikh. I swear it."

I would have been a bit worried at her reaction as I heard her heels clicking as she walked away if I hadn't gotten a text from Natalie at that moment.

"Lunch cancelled with Mom. She's trying on dresses. What are you doing?" she asked via text.

I smiled to myself. Work could wait. Everything was running smoothly here, anyways. "I'm coming back now," I texted. "Meet in your room?"

"I'm already naked," was her reply.

I rushed out the door.

T
wenty-two
.

That's how many days I'd been in Qumar. I was originally supposed to visit my mom and also figure out why the man that had so rocked my world had left me. I would say I was done visiting my mom, and I'd found out as much as can be found out from research into the inner workings of Aziz. He still had some shadows, but I wasn't ready to press him just yet. I could wait.

Why had I still stayed? I'd fallen in love, I realized. Hard.

Ninety-nine.

That's how many sexual encounters Aziz and I had had. The sex was unbelievable. We'd progressed from fucking like bunnies to just being in a different world, altogether. I don't know how, but all I could think of every time I saw him was jumping him. And the feeling was definitely mutual. He'd fucked me on my bed so many times that I would blush and look away when the maids came in to clean my room. The best part was that my suite was only a few doors down from where he stayed so we were able to get from one room to another without any worry at all.

Forty-three.

That's the number of different places Aziz and I had done it. I used to be a virgin, sometimes it was hard to remember. But this wasn't Aziz' doing. I was mostly to blame. Talk about raging hormones, huh?

The highlight reel would play in my head constantly when I wasn't with Aziz - keeping me in a state of near giddy happiness.

The first time we were together outside of the palace, he had taken me to a tour of the Foundation. He showed me around and introduced me to people, explaining what each project did. I was speechless. Here was this Sheikh, who was born with as silver a spoon as you could get, and he did more for his people than I could have ever imagined. What really worried me was how he was content to labor away in anonymity - preferring the media to call him out as Sheikh of Pleasure, Sheikh Party, or what was becoming my favorite, Sheikh Hung.

Anyways, the first time we had sex outside of the palace out in public was at the Foundation itself. After showing me around, he took me to his office. I surprised him there, getting on my knees and going down on His Highness until he came in my mouth. It felt amazing - having that kind of power over him. He was at least half a foot taller than me and weighed nearly twice what I did, and I could literally bring him to his knees and into a state of frenzy.

It felt great.

He returned the favor to me a few hours later, licking and eating me out in the Royal Gardens. I must have come at least four times before he was done and my whole body was tingling for hours afterwards.

He took me on his sailboat into the Persian Gulf and as soon as we were out of sight of land, I stripped off my bikini and lay him down on the deck, riding him till we both came hard.

We went for a drive in a new car that Maserati built in limited edition. It was a two-seater and white with a sleek design.

"Only twelve built so far, love," he said as we went for a ride and passed out of the city. "Watch this," he said letting go of the steering wheel while we went 60 miles per hour down the road. He reached over and opened the glove compartment and pulled out a bottle of wine as he brought out two glasses from the back. I was freaking out that we were going to go off the road as he opened the wine bottle and poured two glasses.

But we didn't. He handed me a glass as I saw the steering wheel move itself and the car move along with it.

"Self-driving, love," he said with a smirk. "Doesn't go off the road either and you put down the maximum speed you want, it'll never go faster than that," he explained, taking a drink.

Afterwards, we parked near a cliff edge with soaring views of the desert below and made love as the sun set.

"You really love this land, don't you?" I asked him, laying on his chest afterwards, tracing lines along his tattoos.

"Yeah, love," he whispered into my hair. "1900 years of your family taking care of it will do that to you."

We took a trip to The University of Qumar where I explored the possibility of enrolling for graduate school in Art or at least taking classes there if the credits transferred over back to the States. They did. There went my only reason for ever leaving my Sheikh. To celebrate, we found an empty classroom and got busy on the desks. I was wearing a pink sundress and had on a white thong. He lifted my dress and pushed it to the side as he lay me on the desk and took me in the lecture hall. My moans echoed off the walls and afterwards we giggled like school children as we snuck out.

He was completely in love with me. To the point where it was all-consuming. He enveloped me completely, and penetrated every fiber of my being. And I clung to him, to the point where we may have been one person.

His love manifested in several ways. Whether it was smacking my ass when no one was looking, standing next to me as I admired a painting and finding that he had bought it and hung it in my room, or telling me softly that he loved me, I had fallen completely under the spell of the person I had once called Sheikh Asshole.

Twenty-nine.

The number of times I had appeared on the tabloids. At first the newspapers were content to let me go on about my life in Qumar, not giving me a second thought.

nd then they saw me with Aziz. Holding hands. That was the first picture that showed up on the front pages of the tabloid newspaper, and it had a caption that read "The Sheikh and The Woman – Who Is She?"

Aziz was livid and spoke to the PR Office of the Palace about possible legal remedies. I found it kind of hilarious.

We had decided to get away from the city for a little bit and ended up again in the Persian Gulf in his yacht. The same one I had seen him on so many years ago. I could see that my Sheikh was still mad.

"Darling," I said, "Let it go. You're the one who told me the best thing to do is just ignore them."

"I know, love," he said with a deep sigh. "I just don't like it when they come after you. Me, I'm used to it. But you never asked for this."

It was a marvelous day and the water was so clear I decided I wanted to go skinny dipping. I had never gone skinny dipping anywhere before. In Los Angeles, the only option was the above-ground pool, and Billy was over too much already. I took off my tank top and Aziz' head jerked around.

The old Natalie would have never done anything like this.

"What are you doing?" Aziz asked, his voice hoarse.

"Skinny dipping," I said, giving him a wicked grin. "Want to join me?"

I unbuttoned my shorts - they were barely covering my ass - and let them fall off my legs, sliding out of them and kicking off my sandals. I put my hands to my hips and stood there in front of Aziz in my lace pink bra and lace black thong. He looked at me like he was losing his mind.

I always loved doing this to him.

Without a word, he lifted off his shirt and it was my turn to stare. His body was hot. Like Apollo had come to life. I was sure I'd never tire of tracing the contours of his muscles with my fingers. Or my tongue.

He let his jeans fall to the ground and kicked off his shoes and yanked down his boxer briefs at the same time as I tugged down my thong and unclasped my bra.

"Come here, love," he growled.

I shook my head. "Uh-uh," I said, feeling mischievous. "You're gonna have to catch me first."

With that, I jumped into the water. It felt good swimming naked. Giving a growl of lust, Aziz jumped in too.

We splashed and swam for a long time. Then Aziz got me out of the water and carried me back to the yacht, where he delivered me to his cabin, where we had a blanket that we spread out on the bed. He lay me down and looked me in the eyes.

"I love you so much, Natalie Ewing," he said to me, his voice serious, as if he were letting go of a darkness that had been clouding his soul.

"I love you more, Aziz Mussayef," I said, feeling the import of the moment and putting my arms around him.

That's probably when we stopped being two people and really started to become one.

* * *

"
N
atalie
, dear, can I talk to you for a second?" my mother called out to me as I was leaving the library the later on that week. I was returning a book on the art of Qumar. I had been fascinated with it and was planning on going out to speak to the author later on in the morning, but right then and there I had no plans so I sat down on the sofa at the far end of the library.

"It's just that it's been so wonderful having you here, and you seem so happy," my mother began.

I smiled. Aziz had woken me up with a bouquet of flowers and then proceeded to go down on me - not stopping until I had come at least three times. The last orgasm had been so powerful apparently I had blacked out there for a few brief seconds. This was just payback apparently for me waking him up with a blowjob the prior day.

"I am very happy actually, mom," I said with a smile. I didn't tell her why, but apparently that's what she wanted to know.

"Well, it's just strange, Natalie," she went on when I demurred. "Is it anyone I know?"

I thought to myself. I couldn't keep this secret from my mother any longer and I loved Aziz with all my heart. If I couldn't tell her, I couldn't tell anyone.

"Yes, it is, mother," I said and watched her face light up. "It's someone you know very well."

"Well don't keep it to yourself," my mom laughed out, relieved and clapping her hands. I had never seen her so animated. I mean, I used to date back in high school and college - nothing ever serious and nothing to have a conversation about. I think she just felt very relieved.

"His name is Aziz, mom," I said, watching her face carefully. "It's the Sheikh."

Remarkably, her face didn't fall. The first words out of her mouth were not about how he was my a royal.

"Oh Natalie!" she gasped, but not in shock. "How amazing the sex must be!"

"MOM!" It was my turn to gasp, my cheeks reddening. "That is so not a proper question!"

"If he's anything like his father, I can only imagine what he's packing in the..."

But I didn't let her continue. Putting my hands to my ears, I yelled out, "We are so not having this conversation right now!"

But then, I stopped and my eyes went wide.

“What?” I asked my mother, momentarily forgetting everything in my life. “What did you just say?”

My mom blushed deep red. Her eyes twinkled.

Laughing, she hugged me. But then her look turned serious. I unclasped my ears as she looked at me. "But dear, I just don't want to see you get hurt. I don't read the newspapers much, but he's got a bit of an, uhm, reputation, doesn't he?"

This I could deal with. I nodded my head, somber. "I know, Mom. He does. But we've talked about it and he's definitely changed his ways. I can tell."

"Well, he does seem to drink less," my mother mused. "And I don't hear about Aziz doing this or that from his father in a long time. In fact, recently, I think I've even heard the Sultan mention a few times the last few weeks that Aziz did some amazing things during the Cabinet meetings."

I nodded faster, pleased with my Sheikh. "He's changed, mom," I said, trying to reassure her and hoping it didn't come across as reassuring myself. "And he loves me. And I love him. So much. So, so much."

I imagined briefly of us that morning. Each moment with him seemed like a new memory to cherish forever.

My mother must have seen the look in my eyes because she hugged me again and smiled. "As long as you two are happy dear, that's all that I care about."

I smiled and hugged her back. "I'm so happy for you," she said.

I should have known it couldn't last forever.

I
couldn’t help
but feel somewhat nervous as I sat down in front of my father, a glass of whisky in my hand. I took a sip out of it, the liquid burning down my throat but not settling my nerves at all.

It actually felt weird to be drinking again - since my relationship with Natalie had progressed, I had stopped drinking almost completely. I no longer felt the need to drown myself inside a bottle of scotch and, besides, it wasn’t like I had much time for it since most of my days and nights were spent… well, exploring Natalie’s naked and magnificent body. God, I couldn’t get tired of her.

“So, son… I think it’s time for you reach a decision,” my father started, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking at me with an expression that didn’t leave any room for doubts - I would have to choose someone to marry. What my father didn’t know was that my choice was already made. I just wasn’t sure on how I would tell him that. “I’ve noticed you seem a bit more responsible as of late, so I guess you’ve finally accepted your duty as part of the royal family.”

“I have, father. I’m more than ready to embrace a, well, more responsible role.” Damn, how would I broach the subject? What if he was against my relationship with Natalie and just forbade it? I didn’t even want to think of it as I was afraid of what I would do then. I didn’t mind leaving my title and all the luxuries of being part of the Qumar’ royal family if that was the only way to be with her. I couldn’t care less about money, fame or whatever - screw all that. All I needed was Natalie, nothing more.

But still, I couldn’t help but feel a strong sense of duty and obligation towards Qumar; it was, after all, my home. A home I had bled and fought for. I didn’t want to be put in a position where I would have to choose between my kingdom and the woman I loved… Especially because I would always pick her.

“So, have you given any consideration to the women I’ve proposed? I think both Lady Veena and Lady Jasmine would be overjoyed over a marriage proposal.”

I shook my head, mouthing a silent no. He raised an eyebrow at me, holding the papers with the names of all female candidates in front of him. It was a hefty list, although only a few names were circled in red.

He read from the sheet of paper, following along with his index over the names.

I sighed, looking straight at him. “No, no, no. And hell, no,” I said, leaning back against the plush chair and imagining what a nightmare it would be to spend my life with any of those women. I would rather be stabbed in the eye and be forced to drink water for the rest of my life. The moment where I’d have to tell him the truth was coming and there was no escaping it.

“Very well. What about Nadia Hussein? She’s a very elegant woman and a respected member of high society. I think she would be a good wife for you, Aziz.”

Nadia. She was pretty pissed at me after I had turned her down… She hadn’t taken that in stride. But what else did she expect from me? That if she nagged me enough I’d fuck her? Even if I wasn’t with Natalie, I hated when women thought all they had to do was wiggle their ass for a man to come panting after them. Besides, she knew right from the start I wasn’t someone you could be in a relationship with - damn, I told her so! And still she didn’t give up on it.

Then she found out Natalie was the only woman I had eyes for… Suffice to say, I was amazed a vein didn’t burst with rage inside that pretty but empty head of hers. I just hoped she wouldn’t do anything rash and stupid which, judging by the look I had seen in her face, was exactly what would happen.

“No. Nadia’s not fit to be my wife,” I said, carefully choosing my words but making sure they left my mouth firmly enough.

Nadia was a dangerous woman to get entangled with - she was pretty and hot, and everyone liked her. She faked being an innocent and naive girl so well that everyone thought her to be the ultimate catch. And from what I’d heard, most people even thought she was a virgin, such was her skill in masking who she really was.

But I knew her - and she was far from innocent and naive… and, of course, she was a lot of things, but a virgin was not of them. I was pretty sure of it, too, being that I had my cock inside her before.

“Then who, son? Tell me, for I am rather curious,” he asked with a dubious and almost mocking smile on his lips. “I hope it’s not a girl from your most… indecent exploits.”

From the way he said it, it almost seemed that he was expecting me to tell him that I was going to marry a stripper I had met in the underbelly of the city. I didn’t blame him, though - I had spent the last few years mingling with women of all kinds. And, yes, a few of them had been strippers. What can I say? Strippers loved me.

I took a deep breath and looked around the office, my eyes glancing over the paintings that hung on the wall, all of them portraits of my ancestors. Those guys had fought countless wars and died for their kingdom without complaint or cowardice, and their blood ran deep inside me. Hell, I had fought for Qumar as well. If I was brave enough to face a storm of incoming bullets, I was brave enough to face my father, the Sultan.

“It’s Natalie, father,” I said, talking slowly and making sure my voice showed how it wasn’t up for discussion.

“And who is this Natalie?”

“Father,” I licked my lips, not expecting that I’d have to explain it any further. “Natalie. Samantha’s daughter. Your Press Secretary’s daughter.”

He looked at me with an inscrutable expression in his face. He placed the papers on the desk and, crossing his arms, leaned back against his chair.

“Her daughter.”

“Yes,” I repeated, not taking my eyes off of him. What was going on inside his head? I needed to know badly, but he simply sat there looking at me with an expression that told me absolutely nothing. He could be thinking that it was a terrible idea, an excellent decision, or he could simply be thinking about last night’s football game - my father was that hard to read. “I know she is a commoner, father.”

“Why, son? Of all the women you could choose, why would you choose her?”

“I didn’t choose her, nor she chose me. It just… happened. I love her, Father, and I’m going to marry her” I could almost see the gears turning inside my father’s head as he thought about it, his serious eyes trying to see through me and reveal if my words held any weight at all.

I prayed that he would see the effect Natalie was having on me: I was no longer going on alcohol fueled rampages every other night, and I wasn’t making the covers of tabloids every week. In fact, it was just the opposite. Day by day, week by week, I was becoming a productive and respectable member of the royal family.

Hell, I was even enjoying it. Even though administration issues were mostly damn boring, it seemed that I actually had a knack for solving issues if I thought of them as affecting the lives of millions. Despite not being taken seriously at first, my input was mostly solid - slowly, my voice was being heard and, surprisingly, my advice sought for. I was actually becoming an asset in those long cabinet meetings.

And all because of Natalie.

“You seem serious about this, Aziz.”

“I’ve never been any more serious in my life. She’s the only woman I care for, and there’s no way I’ll marry anyone else.”

He rapped his knuckles on the desk, lost in thoughts, his lips a straight line.

“You do know what will happen once word gets out that you’re in a relationship with a commoner, don’t you?”

“I’m not stupid… I know it. We both know it,” I corrected. “And we’re ready to face the whole world, come hell or high water. I just need your blessing.”

“Aziz… This is a troublesome situation. Are you sure of this? The media will try to destroy you both.”

I smiled then, knowing that his fears held no ground.

“Let them try. I don’t care… I don’t care about any of it. As long as I’m with her, it’ll be fine.”

He smiled softly at me, the lines in his eyes relaxing and making him look a few years younger. That was a good sign.

“I can see it in your eyes, Aziz… You do love her. And from what I’ve seen, she’s been a terribly good influence on you. I think I should thank her for… bringing my son back. For making him whole once again.”

I smiled at him, his words both hurting and filling me with joy - since Afghanistan that I hadn’t been the son he deserved and, in a lot of ways, I had become a disappointment. I knew it hurt him to see his son wasting his life away. But now… Now there was hope, now I could fix all that and become someone worthy of my name, of my kingdom and, above all, of Natalie.

“I won’t let you down, father,” I told him, feeling as certain about it as I was certain that the sky was blue.

“Very well. It’s settled then. It’s an unusual situation, of course, but you have my blessing,” he then lowered his voice, as if he was no longer talking as the king, but simply as a father that cared deeply about his son. “I know what it’s like too, Aziz. I understand from my own first hand experiences that love does not care whether someone is a Sultan, a Sheikh, or a commoner. But it was worth it, and it still is. So if you love her, son, if you truly love her… You’re doing the right thing, no matter what anyone says. Just hold on to her.”

“I will,” I simply said, my heart warm and full. What else could I say to him after hearing those things? For the first time in years, I felt once again close to my father. One question stayed in my mind. “But what experiences do you speak of that caused you to open your eyes?”

He smiled. “For a later time my son. Right now, lets think about you. I’ll invite Samantha and her daughter and we’ll announce it tomorrow night, what do you think? We’ll hold a dinner reception and you can invite anyone else you wish and do it then.”

“Sounds perfect,” I said, getting up of my chair and extending my hand towards him. He rose too and, with a smile on his lips, shook my hand, his grip firm but loving. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, son. Just take good care of her. Do that, and she’ll make you a true man.” And that was it. I had the Sultan’s blessing, and my path was clear - I would spend the rest of my days with Natalie by my side, no matter who or what.

It was still hard to accept that I deserved a woman like her, but life had been kind to me. And I swore it to myself, I would make her the happiest woman in the whole world.

I went out my father’s office as happy as I could be. Since I had crossed paths with Natalie that my life had made a 180 degrees turn - now being carefree and happy was becoming the norm, not being hungover and filled with self-hatred, constantly pissed at the world.

Soon enough everyone would know the truth. Aziz and Natalie, the royal couple. I couldn’t wait to tell her the good news.

But first, I had one last surprise for her.