I am Al-Hassan, one of the richest sheiks in Jordan. My origin is Saudi Arabia, where my family belongs to royalty. From a young age, I was educated to lead and manage my family's vast resources and properties. However, after years of living in an environment of luxury and tradition, I began to feel a burning desire to explore the world beyond the borders of my country.

So I decided to embark on a journey of discovery and experiences. My first stop was Dubai, a city that stands out for its modernity and innovation. I was enchanted by the imposing skyscrapers, the artificial islands, and the harmonious blend of tradition and progress. The warm hospitality of the people of Dubai and the opulence of its structures left a lasting impression on me.

I am currently in Jordan, a country rich in history and culture. Here, I find a tranquility that contrasts with the hustle and bustle of Dubai. The desert landscape, the archaeological sites, and the spirituality of places like Petra and the Dead Sea give me a sense of deep connection to the past. As I enjoy the serenity and natural beauty of Jordan, I continue to manage my business remotely, ensuring that my responsibilities are met. Even with my family's disapproval, I move forward, determined to live life to the fullest and expand my horizons.

With the experiences I have acquired, I have established a large business enterprise, with a chain of luxury hotels both here in Jordan and in Dubai. These properties are world-renowned for their hospitality excellence and unparalleled luxury, providing a unique and memorable experience for our guests. Our commitment to exceptional service and attention to detail has made us a preferred choice for discerning travelers worldwide.

My mother, Nadia Khalil, calls me often, and her concern is understandable. In the midst of this concern, one question always escapes: "Son, have you found anyone out there yet? No woman to marry? You didn't want the ones from here. Ayla still hopes you will return".

This question is like a daily echo, so familiar that I have it memorized.

Ayla is a very beautiful young woman, the daughter of a couple that arouses envy. But, at 36 years old, I, Al-Hassan, do not wish to marry, nor to be a father.

Although my mother is right in her concern, my vision for the future does not include a traditional marriage. The freedom and independence I find in my journey are more valuable to me than any marriage covenant. It is a choice that may be difficult to understand for those who value family traditions more, but it is a choice I made with conviction.

For now, I follow my own path, embracing the opportunities that arise and living life according to my own will. And if one day I decide it is time to change course, it will be a decision made by me, and me alone.

I like the free life, having beautiful women in my bed, several of them, and waking up next to several butts, that's priceless. I am a lover of wild, rough sex without feelings. Why spoil life with marriage and tie myself down to just one woman? The day I love only one, they can lock me up, because I've gone completely mad.

While I was busy running my businesses in Jordan, I received a special invitation from the manager of my hotel in Dubai. He informed me that the hotel is launching a new luxury presidential suite and is planning a grand opening to introduce it to VIP guests, and my presence is indispensable.

Aware of the importance of supporting and promoting my investments, I decided to temporarily interrupt my commitments in Jordan to fly to Dubai and attend the inauguration of the presidential suite. I see it as an opportunity not only to celebrate the new venture, but also to promote my brand and my businesses in the hospitality industry.

With the help of my personal assistant and friend Said, I arranged a quick trip to Dubai on my private jet. Upon arriving at the hotel, I was greeted with enthusiasm by the staff, who were busy preparing the final details for the opening.

The inauguration of the presidential suite was an elegant and sophisticated event, attended by local and international celebrities, influential businessmen and members of high society. I took the opportunity to make important contacts and strengthen my network of contacts in the hospitality industry.

At the end of the evening, I expressed my gratitude to the hotel manager for the hospitality and congratulated the entire team on the success of the opening.

I decided to make the most of my stay in Dubai. After a long day of commitments and events, I decided to call a luxury escort to spend the night with me. I need to relax a little from work and enjoy this beautiful place that is all mine.

Luxury escorts are specialists in providing moments of relaxation and pleasure, and I am eager to share this experience with someone who understands my needs and desires. It's a way to make my stay even more memorable and rewarding.

While waiting for the escort to arrive, I took the opportunity to enjoy the hotel amenities and the breathtaking view of the city of Dubai at night. I was looking forward to a night of delight and relaxation, away from the worries of the business world.

Taking advantage of the moment, I got into the bathtub to enjoy a refreshing bath. I poured myself a whiskey to make the wait even more enjoyable, as I hate delays.

The tension started to mount due to the delay. As I was about to call and send her away, she walked through the door. She was dressed in a maid's uniform, which I found strange, but not unusual, as they often dress provocatively. That outfit looked perfect on her, her curves were perfect to my eyes, and the woman was even more beautiful.

I've been with women who came dressed as a bunny. For me, the sexy or extravagant uniform is not the most important thing, but what they have to offer beyond the few provocative clothes.

"I was waiting for you, why were you so late?" I said.

She looked at me in fear.

I am Valeria Vasconcelos, 27 years old, and I have lived in Dubai since childhood. My parents lived here with me until I lost them in a tragic car accident. We were returning from a vacation at a friend's farmhouse when our car went over a bridge. Before the car plunged into the sea, my mother, in a quick and desperate act, opened the door and managed to push me out, saving my life. Since then, I have constant nightmares about the accident and need to take medication to sleep.

After finishing my studies, I started distributing resumes throughout the city in search of a job, as the inheritance left by my parents had run out. Although I hoped to be called to work in some company, I got a job at a well-known luxury hotel in Dubai: the "Khalil Vip." The place is grand and luxurious. I'm not working as a receptionist or in any other prominent position; I'm a maid. They promised me a promotion, and I'm waiting for that opportunity. I've been in this job for a few months, so it doesn't hurt to wait a little longer; after all, I've been doing perfectly fine.

The house that belonged to my parents and is now mine is not huge; it's a small house with only three rooms. It has a living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. The living room became tiny because I divided it to make a kitchen as well. But, even small, it's a well-organized place, and I always keep it that way.

I work in the morning, so I wake up early every day to catch the bus that passes near my house. I get out of bed as I do every day, go into the bathroom, and take a long shower. I wash my hair and then brush my teeth. Once I'm done, I dry myself off and put on my casual clothes, as I have to wear the uniform at work. I make a quick breakfast, grab my bag, and head to the bus stop.

I arrive at the bus stop and wait patiently. The morning sun is still rising, and the city is beginning to wake up. The bus arrives on time, as always. I get on, find a free seat, and take advantage of the ride to organize my thoughts and prepare for the workday.

I arrive at the hotel, greet my colleagues, and go straight to the locker room to change. I put on my maid uniform and get ready for another day.

My routine involves cleaning and tidying the rooms, ensuring that every detail is perfect for the guests. It's demanding work, but I do it with dedication, hoping that the promised promotion will come soon. With each room I tidy, I think about the future and the opportunities that may arise.

Today, however, I feel something different in the air. There's a buzz among the staff, and I soon discover that Sheikh Al-Hassan Khalil himself is at the hotel. They say he came to inspect the facilities and attend an important event. Everyone is on high alert, and the order is for everything to be impeccable because he is quite demanding.

As I walk the halls, I can't help but imagine what my life would be like if I had the opportunity to speak with the Sheikh. Maybe he could notice my effort and dedication. But I quickly focus on the work, knowing that to achieve my dreams, I need to keep pushing myself every day. I shake my head to get rid of all those crazy thoughts and continue my work.

The place was crazy, everyone running to see the said Sheikh. I was the only one who didn't go to see who he was; I wasn't interested. I was there to work, not to pry. I grabbed some towels and headed to one of the rooms. In the corridor, a man bumped into me, causing the towels to fall to the floor, which irritated me. I don't understand why people are in such a hurry just to see a man.

"Damn it," I said, gathering all the towels from the floor.

"Sorry, miss," he simply said and walked away.

"No problem," I muttered through gritted teeth.

In the midst of all this, I forgot to mention that my life here is a tragedy. I managed to get everything back together and went back to get more clean towels. I put the ones that had fallen in the washing machine and continued with the clean ones to the room I was going to before that jerk bumped into me.

I got to the room and knocked on the door before entering. It was one of the hotel's luxury suites, and as always, it was empty at the time. I walked in and started changing the used towels, checking every detail to make sure everything was perfect for the next guest. The ambiance was opulent, with elegant furniture and a breathtaking view of the city, but for me, it was just another day of work and just another room.

As I tidied the room, I couldn't stop thinking about my situation. Working as a maid in a luxury hotel wasn't what I had envisioned for my life. With a sigh, I tried to push away the negative thoughts and focus on the task at hand.

I finished tidying the room and headed to the next one. Maybe it would be empty like all the others, since everyone was excited to see Sheikh Al-Hassan. I entered the room and closed the door behind me, startled by the powerful, deep voice.

"I was waiting for you, why did you take so long?"

My reaction at that moment was just to be quiet and widen my eyes in fright.

"Sorry, sir, I thought... I thought there was no one and..."

"No need to worry." He waved his hand for me to be quiet, looking annoyed. "I hate delays, but you're forgiven. The hotel is in turmoil, yes, but no one must have seen you come in. Don't worry." He said it as if he knew me or was waiting for me, which I found strange.

He got out of the bathtub, revealing his completely naked body, which almost made me faint at the sight of his biceps.

I was totally speechless in front of him like that, and to him it seemed normal. Until my eyes drifted down to his perfectly defined abdomen, which made me swallow hard. I went down a little further and saw his large, fully erect member, which made me turn around instantly.

This man is perfect; having seen his entire body from head to toe, he is a true work of art. I got nervous, and when I get nervous I start biting my lips.

I stood in the middle of the room, like a statue. I managed to move my legs to the door, but he stopped me.

"Hey, where are you going? Didn't you hear I was waiting for you? Stay still." His voice echoed in the room, soft and authoritative at the same time.

"I think you have me confused with someone else, sir." I said, still with my back turned.

"I don't know why you're playing this game. Everyone wants to be with me, others would run into my arms and you're running away?" He came closer, stopping behind me.

I saw his arms reach out to lock the door. My heart pounded in my chest and I knew I was literally trapped. I felt his heavy breathing behind me.

"Look at me," he ordered.

I squeezed my eyes shut before turning and looking into his. He was even more handsome up close, his amber eyes staring at me like a predator cornering its prey. His gaze was as icy as the cold wind on a winter's night, his beard untrimmed, his lips well-drawn and red, making me want to kiss him.

At that moment, I felt a throbbing between my legs. I shouldn't have been thinking about it, but I was. I stared at it, biting my lip, and squeezed my legs together to make it go away, but it was no use.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, eliminating the small distance between us. I felt his hard member touch my belly as he squeezed my hair with brute force. Instead of pain, I felt pleasure. The way he held me, the way he looked at me, was different.

"What are you doing?" I grumbled.

He said nothing. His right hand went down to the hem of my loose dress, which he lifted without difficulty. His hand invaded my panties and, when I felt the contact of his fingers on my throbbing pussy, I gasped with pleasure. I couldn't hold back at that moment, letting a low moan escape my throat. He flashed a sly smile, his eyes twinkling as he saw that I was totally wet for him.

His nimble fingers found my clitoris and he massaged it without any gentleness, sending electrical discharges through my body. I whimpered, my body begging to feel him soon. As his fingers continued to tease me, he explored the thin skin of my neck, running his beard gently over it. He seemed to love torture, that's what he was doing to me.

I felt my body shaking, my legs tingling, until I came on his fingers. He looked at me and took his finger into his mouth, sucking my honey.

"Delicious, I love your taste." I said in a husky voice. "It's different."

He kissed me urgently, slipping his tongue into my mouth while he got rid of my lingerie. As soon as I was completely naked in front of him, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. However, I stopped him, took another look at his stiff, pink cock, and my mouth salivated. Then I knelt down in front of him, placing my hands on either side of his legs, and sucked his cock eagerly, running my tongue from the head to the base. His moans were delicious to hear. I felt his hands grab my hair and force my head to go further. I swallowed his cock, deep-throating it, driving him to delirium. As soon as I'd finished, he positioned me on all fours on the bed and entered me, thrusting into me hard and fast. His hands pinned my arms behind my back and he fucked me faster.

"Oh... fuck me good." I moaned loudly, begging him to fuck me harder.

He grabbed my hair again, pulling me back, my back against his abdomen, and his hands stopped on my neck, squeezing a little too hard.

"Fuck, that's delicious." he moaned, squeezing my neck even tighter.

In the heat of that moment, time seemed to stop and all worries evaporated. The only sound was our heavy breathing and muffled moans of pleasure.

And then, at the climax of the moment, he penetrated me, and we both moaned with pleasure. Only then, in an instant of clarity, did I realize what was happening.

"Wait..." I began to say, but the carnal need and the intensity of the moment suppressed any rational thought. My mind reminded me of the condom.

But in a fraction of a second, all warnings were ignored. The pleasure and connection between us overwhelmed any other thought. The moment was consummated, and only later, when our bodies had calmed and our breathing returned to normal, did I realize what had happened.

Great, I slept with a stranger without a condom. Is this right? Obviously not. But it was too late.

My breath was ragged, body and hair completely soaked with sweat. The realization began to sink in slowly as I recognized that this man could be a hotel guest. What if someone found out? I would be completely ruined. Worse, I would get fired, and everyone would know what I had done.

My heart raced again, but this time from fear and anxiety. I tried to push the thoughts away, but the reality was relentless. I turned to him, trying to maintain my calm, but the expression on my face betrayed my inner panic.

"Damn it, this isn't right." I jolted up from the bed. I grabbed all my clothes and dressed, ignoring what he was saying. The panic I felt was stronger than my desire to turn around and answer his questions.

"Wait, you don't have to leave like this." He tried to hold me back, but I dodged.

"No, you don’t understand." My voice trembled as I pulled my dress over my head. "I really need to get out of here before someone sees me."

"It's okay, but calm down." He said with an unsettling calmness, as if there was no danger. "No one will know. I called you here, so what’s there to fear? What are you hiding?" he grabbed my arm.

But his words couldn’t ease the fear that consumed me. With my clothes finally adjusted, I stepped back and ran for the door, trying to be quiet.

"Damn it, please just stop for a second." He called out, but I was already outside, closing the door softly behind me. "Your payment." he said.

My heart pounded in my chest as I hurried down the corridor, praying that no one would notice my disheveled state. I needed to get out of there; I needed to find a safe place to process everything that had happened. I was hoping no one would see me, especially my boss.