Seduced By The Bad Boy Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Bad Boy Romance (4 page)

That scared me. It truly scared me that I was thinking like that. It just wasn’t me.

My heart still beat faster every time I remembered how one time, as I was arriving home, smelling of whisky and smoke, I found her drinking water by the kitchen counter. She had been on her pajamas, disheveled hair and a sleepy expression. And I had just blurted it out, too drunk to care.

“You’re really a beautiful one, love.”

Her cheeks had become flushed and, after mumbling something, she just went back to her room. After that I tried to kill all the witticisms and just be polite-Aziz whenever I met her around the house. I had to rein myself in or I’d end up crazy.

We had some moments where I truly didn’t understand what the fuck I was supposed to do. One evening, when I didn’t have an event, I was planning on taking my bike out and seeing what Los Angeles had to offer. I saw Natalie come into the family room. She was wearing a pair of black yoga pants and a tank top. It hugged her curves like a second skin, giving me a perfect view of that girl’s ass, My cock twitched – I knew that any woman would love to fuck the 10 inches I had dangling between my legs but at that moment, it started twitching for her. I was going crazy.

Gods be with us, I had to cool the fuck down. I sat down before Natalie would notice that her houseguest Sheikh was sporting a massive hard on. Unfortunately, the only place to sit down was the sofa in the living room. Where I could smell her. And stay crazy.

She had the television on, and she looked at me, holding the remote.

“Anything particular you want to watch?” she asked.

I had looked at the remote before. Apparently you needed one remote to turn on the television, one remote for the cable, and one remote for the Netflix. Fuck me if I was going to sit there fiddling around three remotes to turn on a television. I just shook my head and continued to watch whatever was on, hoping it would distract me.

It was some television show I thought was sports at first. It turned out to be what the Americans called news.

Apparently some newsie would do a news story and report on it, like a good media man should. And then the anchor would invite two people and have them argue about it. After about five minutes of watching, I turned to Natalie looking completely confused.

“Where’s the fucking news?” I asked.

My question hung in the air for a good minute. And then she smiled. I smiled back. Then we started laughing.

And fucking laughing. Fuck me, it wasn't even that funny but I loved seeing her smile.

A few days later she taught me how taught me how to do laundry. “You seem to change your sheets nightly,” she said with a smirk.

“It's this house, love,” I said looking away. Fuck that. It was all her. And not getting laid.

All that would change soon.

job helped keep me out of trouble and by extension on Natalie’s good side. It was working too. I was working more hours than necessary and, since these were invitation only private events, I was seeing her less and less. Sure, it was hard to not think of her, but at least I was keeping the fire under control. Soon enough it would flame out.

I was in the middle of an event, unloading boxes of alcohol, already with a buzz going on, when everything went to Hell.

That night, Qumari Oil was sponsoring an art gala for up and coming artists who were still in school. I had taken the invite details and passed them onto Natalie – not to score any points or anything since she was already unattainable – but more because I knew she would be interested. But she had brushed it aside and I had never heard from her.

Too bad, I thought to myself. She might have liked the exhibition they were showing.

All of a sudden, Bill, the manager burst into the room. I barely had time to put the scotch away.

“Do you know how to serve drinks?” He growled at me.

I shrugged. I knew how to pour them and drink them. Not really a mystery to it, the way I saw it, so I just nodded.

“Alright, you’re needed at the counter, our hands are full. Keep it low-key.”

“Sure thing,” I told him, taking a long deep gulp from a bottle of scotch the second he turned his back on me. I whistled to myself as I went up the stairs, already imagining which girl would be the first to look at me with
fuck-me
eyes. What better way to bury all those thoughts of Natalie than to go on a bender and fuck the hottest woman in the room that night?

But then, the moment I propped my elbows up on the counter, I saw Natalie waving at me from the middle of the crowd.

She had decided to come in the end. And she had brought friends.

Oh, fuck.

O
k
so maybe Sheikh Asshole wasn't being so much of an asshole the last couple of days, but I still didn't know if I wanted to go out and spend an evening with him.

We weren’t actually going to spend it with him, as Muriel would have corrected me. We were going to an Art Exhibition where he just happened to be working.

"Natalie," my friend Muriel pleaded on the other end of the line. "He's an honest to God Sheikh! And have you seen the pictures of him on the beach?"

I sighed. Muriel hadn't made it to Qumar on Spring Break with me, but had instead contented herself by reading up about him on every single tabloid website that she could.

"I know, but his father, the Sultan wants him to be a bit more normal when he's here," I said. "That's why he's working as an event staffer."

"Have you seen his chest?" Muriel asked, not even paying attention to what I was saying. "Or what about his abs? What about that package that he's got? Did you ever see it in the shower?"

Right. Because I'm going to go spy on Sheikh Hung in the shower like some besotted little girl. As if I would stoop that low to catch a glimpse of someone who was so high above me on the social ladder that he was out of sight. Can you imagine the field day that the tabloids would have? They may as well add a new desk and a few reporters just to cover me, the Social Climbing Ho-stess.

"No, I have not spied on my him, thank you very much," I shot back angrily towards Muriel. Then with a sigh as I realized that Muriel didn't deserve to be at the receiving end of my unrequited attraction to my well-muscled and probably well hung house guest, I continued. "Listen, if you want, we can definitely go and hang out at this party he told me about. It’s pretty fancy actually but even if he turns out to be the asshole which he is, we can see some art and get some drinks and catch up. We can invite Lizzie and Beth along too. If Aziz is there, we'll say hi."

Muriel literally squealed at the other end of the line. "I can't believe you call him Aziz, by name!" she cried out. "Okay, I'll be at your house around 6 and you can tell me all about him and we can go from there!"

I sighed as I hung up the phone. There was not going to be any painting done today, but curiously, I didn't mind as much. I even decided to dress up just a little bit. Most likely Muriel would want me to play her wing-woman, and all of my friends would again just use me to get a chance to parade themselves in front of Aziz. I didn't realize why that thought got me a little angry. Or was it jealous?

Was I overthinking this? I couldn't be attracted to him. Even if he had saved my life, and was more beautiful than any man had a right to be. I had to banish it from my head.

And I really did try to banish the thought as I did my nails and spent some time on my hair that evening. I even told myself that as long as I was going out, I might as well try and look nice as I selected the black skirt and top that I was going to wear.

Muriel came over and we had a couple glasses of wine as I showed her where they were building the pool and where Aziz was staying.

"You have to introduce me to him!" she said, holding on to me. "Make sure he knows that I'm single."

I sighed. "Muriel, have you heard of the Sheikh’s reputation?" I asked. "I don't think he'll care if you're single or not, if he wants you, he really doesn't let anything stop him."

"Didn't you tell me he saved your life?" she asked as we called an Uber. "Did you kiss him afterwards?"

"Excuse me?!" I asked, shocked because she had read my mind. I thought back to that moment, laying in his arms, and how more than anything else I wanted to wrap my arms around him, and pull him to the ground. How I wanted to forget about Billy and all the little kids and lay on the grass and feel Aziz' body on top of mine. Feel that thick, fat cock of his between my legs.

"You know?" Muriel asked. "To thank him for, well, saving your life."

Muriel saw the look in my eyes, and interpreted my look of desire as one of being grossed out. "It's not like he's related to you by blood or anything, Natalie!" she said, blowing a sigh towards me. "And if he's going to be attracted to anyone, it's going to be towards you. You're the most beautiful out of the four of us going tonight."

I waved away the comment as nothing more than a friend trying to make me feel better. Lizzie and Beth were at the bar and they were going to say the same thing probably. Regardless of whether I believed them or not, I wasn't going to go home with any guy. Sure, they came and talked to me all the time, but I was looking for love. Most guys were looking for a night. I didn't want to have to trade my body for love - it wasn't supposed to work like that.

When we got to the party, sure enough Lizzie and Beth were outside. Lizzie was smoking a cigarette and she waved over to us. We were ladies out on the prowl as we walked in.

And as soon as we got inside, we realized that we were probably the prey, and not the predators as every set of male eyes turned towards the four of us.

Head up, breasts out, back straight, we found our way to Art Exhibition. I did my best to look for Aziz, but couldn't find him.

"How's this?" Lizzie asked as we got to a table.

But where's Aziz?!

I couldn't see him, but I didn't want my friends to realize that I was looking for him so I looked instead at Muriel.

"We can't see the Sheikh," she said aloud as I breathed a sigh of relief and all the girls agreed that it was a pretty strong consideration.

I craned my neck and saw Aziz in the other end of the venue, near the bar and away from the exhibit.

How could you have missed him?!

Oh, because maybe by going there, we wouldn’t really be here for the art. We’d be here for him.

Oh well.

Aziz had probably seen us, considering he was at least a head taller than everyone else in the room. I gave him a weak wave as we walked up to the bar, closer to the side of the room and wedged in. He came up to us as Muriel and I stood at the bar counter.

"Hey, love, fancy seeing you in a place like this," he said, flashing me a roguish smile. Had he not been sent at the suggestion of my mother, my panties would have most likely been soaked and I would have given up my V-card right then and there. But he had been specifically sent so that he would be around me and I would be a calming influence, so that just meant my panties were soaked.

"Hey, Aziz," I said and paused, looking into his eyes. His eyes were gazing at me and for a moment I let myself get lost in them, the voices of the people in the bar receding to the point where I could no longer hear them. I forgot where I was as I imagined falling from the balcony and his strong hands catching me, wearing Dad's shirt with a tattoo poking out. I wondered what so many other girls must have thought to themselves when falling for Sheikh Sex.

No, Natalie! You're not falling for this man! This cannot be happening!

I jerked out of my reverie. "Aziz, this is my friend Muriel," I said gesturing towards her before turning to the other girls behind me. "And this is Lizzie and Beth."

"So pleased to meet you fine ladies," Aziz said with a grin. The smile on Muriel's face was priceless. If someone had come over and told her that all the problems in the world were solved, she wouldn't be happier than she was at that moment. It didn't help when Aziz took her hand as it hung limply at the bar, picked it up, and kissed it. Muriel looked like she was about to faint. "I know just the thing for four perfect ladies such as yourselves," he said and stepped away.

"OMG Natalie!" Lizzie said the moment he was gone.

"That is one fine piece of man," Beth concurred.

"I would do anything for him," Muriel capped it off. "He just needs to tell me what."

I rolled my eyes and looked at my phone. Sheikh Smooth was up to his old ways again. Why was I so upset by this, though? Muriel was my very good friend since we were little and what was it that I felt when I saw his lips on her hand? Anger? Jealousy?

"You ladies from around here?" a voice called from my side. I turned around and saw a tall man, roughly mid to late twenties standing there with a Bud Light. He was well-built, and looked like he had just gotten out from some job at an office. The clientele in this establishment was primarily young, college-graduated or a few years out, single, and upwardly mobile.

"We live around here, yeah," I said with a smile before looking back.

"Cool," he said, undeterred. "My buddies and I were wondering if we could buy you ladies a drink?"

I looked over. Two other guys had come up behind Lizzie and Beth and one more guy came up behind the one I was talking to.

I smiled mischievously, "What, you guys hunt in packs or something?" I asked with a small laugh.

The man just took a drink from his bottle and smirked. "Something like that," he said, his eyes never leaving my chest.

I wasn't getting good vibes from the guy, and his friends, seeming to stand there silently were starting to creep me out. I looked at Lizzie and Beth and they both seemed to be slightly unsure of what to make with the two guys standing behind them. Muriel was looking at me, her interest obviously nonexistent in talking to the guys who had approached us.

Giving my best sorry-not-tonight smile, I tried to let them down easy, "We're just looking for a quiet night tonight, maybe some other time," I said to the guy. His expression remained unchanged as he stared at me, holding his Bud Light. "Thanks."

I turned around, rolling my eyes at Muriel, as if to ask her if she could believe the nerve of the guy.

I was just about to try to restart the conversation when I felt an arm grab my shoulder. Muriel's eyes went wide and I turned around, angry. There was that face again, and this time the guy leaned closer.

"I don't think you understood us, honey," the guy said and I could smell beer on his breath. "We want to buy you girls a drink."

"Look, just leave us alone, okay?!" Muriel yelled at the guy coming closer. I was looking at where his hands held my shoulder, feeling the rough edges of his fingers. There was nothing suave about him anymore and I noticed that he hadn't shaved in a while and his clothes were a bit dirty.

"Not until we get what we want," the man said taking a step closer. I looked around frantically, but the crowd that was around us, seemed to have been blocked off Beer-breath and his friends.

"Look," I said raising my voice, and trying to wriggle my arm out of his grip, “Just leave us alone, okay? We’re not interested tonight.”

“I still don’t think you understand, honey,” the man said gripping onto my shoulder tighter. I looked back at Muriel and another guy had come up. He was awfully close to Muriel and she was struggling as he ran his hands up and down her arms. Lizzie and Beth were looking at me and casting fearful looks behind them as the two guys blocked out the rest of the party.

What the fuck is going on? How is this even happening?

I looked to my right for any server or waiter, but there was no one. It was a venue; with wood paneled walls the place was darker than expected. All of a sudden, the homey feeling of a this party didn’t feel so homey anymore.

“That’s right baby,” the man said, swigging the last of his beer and bringing his hand to my waist. “Learn to love it.”

I looked around desperately for Aziz, or anyone as I cringed at the touch of the man’s hands as he pinned me in place with one hand and brought the other to my back, slowly bringing it down towards my ass.