HE WAS USED TO ALWAYS BEING OBEYED. UNTIL HE MET HER.
Sheikh Aziz al Salam Mussayef. Known to the world for his crazy antics. Attracting a swarm of tabloid journalism wherever he goes. Nicknamed by the paparazzi as the Sheikh of Pleasure.
A billionaire playboy that uses the world as his personal nightclub and pickup bar.
I seriously hate him. I can’t understand why Mother would volunteer me to the Sultan to be his host when he gets placed in exile. Sure, she works for the Royal Family, and all, but doesn’t she realize that all the Sheikh is going to do is ruin my life with his hard partying, hordes of women who salivate all over his ripped physique, gorgeous eyes, and bad boy smile? Girls that go crazy when they experience his giant…ego. And he’s going to use them till he’s had his fun. Then kicks them to the curb.
Until he tries that on me, that is.
The Sheikh has no idea who he’s dealing with.
I’m not worried at all. I mean, it’s not like I’m attracted to him. Not even a little bit. I don’t care about his ripped, godly, body. Or his deep, soulful eyes. His charm…or his suave.
My panties are so not melting even a little bit each time I think of his body and mine together.
I’m totally going to be impervious to the bad boy Sheikh. I hope.
Note: Story contains steamy scenes of passion and romance between an alpha male Sheikh and an innocent young woman.