Seduced By The Bad Boy Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Sarah Croix

  I texted Natalie on the way to the Foundation.

  "I love you," I wrote out and hit send.

  I waited for a moment till I saw that she read it. "I love you too," she texted back.

  "I want to fuck you badly when I get back," I wrote out.

  "You're crazy," came her response.

  "Crazy for you, love," was all I wrote.

  By then the car had approached the Foundation and I got out. It was true. I was crazy about this girl. Maybe as obsessed with her, or even more, than she was with me.

  Cherry was already sitting at her usual place when I got into the office.

  "You have a visitor," she said as I walked in. "Lady Nadia is waiting for you in your office."

  And just like that, my mood went from amazing to sour. I regretted ever having gone through Nadia's family who were set up in various countries already to get my Foundation off the ground. At the time, with everything in Afghanistan it seemed right. While Nadia knew I had an office, she didn't know specifically for what, but still, I hated that she even knew to find me here.

  Frowning, I stalked into my office, ready to tell this bitch to get the hell out of my life.

  "Aziz," she said as she saw me coming into the office. She was sitting behind my desk and she stood up. "You really have a wonderful view from here," she said, eyeing me up and down.

  Fuck, and they say I'm the fucking narcissist, I thought to myself.

  "What do you want, Nadia?" I asked.

  "Nothing, dear," she said, coming up to me. "I just wanted to see if you were doing okay. You disappeared from the ball after dancing with that commoner."

  "You mean the Press Secretary’s daughter, Natalie?" I asked through clenched teeth. "Yes, I wasn't feeling well," I said, hating having to lie.

  "Poor baby," she said, walking past the desk and coming up to me. "Anything I can do to make you feel better?"

  She was blinking her eyelashes trying to look sexy, but at that moment looked like a retarded fucking owl.

  "You can let me get on with my day, Nadia. I'm not sure what else you can do."

  I tried to get to my desk and walked past her and sat down in my chair. She turned to me and took a step over.

  "I was thinking maybe I could do that thing with my mouth you used to like so much before," she said, leaning over. She was wearing a blue blouse and light blue short skirt and was trying to lean down enough to give me a view of her girls down her shirt, encased in a light blue lace bra. It wasn't working for me.

  "No, Nadia," I said firmly as she took another step close to me. "I'm not interested."

  That hit her like a slap in the face. "Not interested?" she said, slowly straightening up. "Sheikh Hung, not interested in my body all of a sudden?" she asked.

  I turned towards my computer, willing myself to keep my temper. She wasn't having it and she came closer, her legs making contact with my chair as she pressed herself against me. "Are you sure you don't want a piece, Aziz?" she asked seductively. "You used to love the taste of it before."

  "I have other things to think of now, Nadia," I said through clenched teeth, gently moving my chair back and standing up, looking at her firmly. "Please go."

  Then, to add finality to it, I told her, "I am spoken for."

  That seemed to do the trick and Nadia looked I had spilled cold water on her. She blinked several times and stood up, taking several steps back. Her breath came out in gasps and she looked at me like I had shot her.

  "Who is it?" she croaked.

  I remained silent.

  "It's that trollop Natalie, isn't it?" she said in an accusatory tone.

  "Don't you fucking dare talk about Natalie like that," I said, willing myself to keep calm.

  "I saw the two of you together. I saw her leave with you last night. She's seduced you, hasn't she?" Nadia now drew back. I could see her getting hysterical.

  "Nadia," I said evenly. But then I had nothing to say. How did I defend my love for my someone who did not walk in the same circles as I did?

  "You're fucking her, aren't you?" she said again. I remained silent.

  Tears started to stream down Nadia's face.

  "Nadia..." I said again, like an idiot walking towards her. I didn't want her to be hurt. I just loved another, and wanted her to know. "Please don't cry."

  "Stay away from me, you asshole!" she shrieked. "No one says no to Lady Nadia Hussein," she said angrily. I began to wonder if Nadia wasn't more upset that she had been rejected than losing me.

  "You broke my heart, Aziz Mussayef," she said to me, in a preternatural calm that worried me more than had she been angry. "You've insulted my honor. I'm so much more than you'll ever be, with your silly games."

  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.

  18

  Natalie

  Twenty-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 h
im 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.

  "Natalie, 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.

  19

  Aziz

  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.