Introduction:
Someone here on Literotica mailed me and asked if I could write about a billionaire. Other said they liked my Sheikh stories.
Someone else reviewed my earlier stories and claimed they were degrading and using the F-word way too much. So this time I want to try to write an old fashioned romance story with no sexscenes (at least not in the beginning) but what still will have you ladies (and maybe gentlemen) dreaming hot dreams.
Feel free to comment, to suggest improvements or to point out factual errors. Or to suggest a storytwist. Bear with me that English is not my motherlanguage but my working language. I might say things differently compared to my American friends but on the other hand beat them in three other languages 😊
The setting of the story will be the fictious oil emirate Al Dahaab, famous for its golden beaches (hence the name Gold)
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What happened so far?
Lisa works for an American-European consultancy firm in Amsterdam as the head of the immigration department. A department that is her and four other paralegals in total. When their local office in the oil Emirate Al Dahaab messes things up for the local clients Lisa is send to the small country bordering Saudi Arabia and the UAE. Although it is famous for its golden beaches and a big hub for international trade Lisa only sees the inside of her office and her hotelroom as she has just the weekend to do damage control because the local shipping mogul Sheik Khalid has ordered her firm to come up with a rescue plan first thing in the morning.
Lisa is quite a capable young woman of 26 and works hard so she indeed comes up with solutions. When she meets the Sheikh, a complete dish in his thirties, is becomes clear to her they are about to lose this big client. He also seems to doubt that a young girl like her will manage his caseload well.
However at the end of the same day he just barges into her office to tell her he is impressed with the works she did and her firm should carry on with things. As a kind of afterthought he also offers her a ride back home to Amsterdam on his jet. While he will do business during the day he will be there she can go and help her elderly grandmother who she normally assist with things like the heavy shopping and what she cannot do now she has to do damage control for his company.
He leaves her flabbergasted.
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The story continues:
Lisa closed the door of her cab and lifted up the heavy backpack with her laptop, a pile of files and some small personal things like a passport and a wallet and her phone. She had decided to pack all in a backpack so she could take the luggage more easily in the train heading south to her grandmother's place. Twelve hours on a plane and six on a train would be quite the trip in two days. She wondered if she would be able to sleep on the plane and in the train. It seemed the sheikh was willing to give her a free ride home but also expected her to work on the plane. Or was it just because then her bosses would not mind her taking a day off? On the other hand the sheikh was quite demanding in how her firm handled his cases.
In her cheap hotelroom, provided by PDG, she had looked him up on Wikipedia. Preparing for her appointment she had looked at his business website and read newspaper clippings but had only looked at it from a business point of view. Now she wanted to know more about the man. Was he someone you could trust? She had heard stories of rich guys who thought they could grab women just because they had money and power. She had also heard stories about girls going to the Gulf to get paid for sex. She was not like that but would the locals realise that after all those women more or less prostituting themselves pretending to be models?
Sheik Khalid bin Salman al Dahaab turned out to be 38 according to Wiki. After a few years in the navy of Al Dahaab he had gone to London for an education in international business. There he had founded Khalid Enterprises that was a big player in the shipping business. He seemed to have steered clear of the oil business of the region but had invested in shipyards and oil tankers and other ships.
One wife was mentioned: Sara. Seemed they had married young and she died four years ago. No children were listed.
Lisa clicked on his father, the long dead ruler of Al Dahaab. She discovered Khalid was the son of the third wife and had a sister: Amara. His half-brother, who was now the Emir, was 30 years his senior. It seemed the old man had married four times. The fourth wife two years after the third. That fourth woman had even delivered six children before the old man died.
Lisa wondered how it would be to be one of 27 other siblings. She was an only child. Her parents had died when she was four in a carcrash and her maternal grandparents had raised her. Now her whole family was just her and her grandmother.
Grandmother, Omi, would be so surprised when she showed up in the morning. She would get her car that she had parked not that far from the railway station and go to the LIDL supermarket and stock up before driving to the small hamlet on the German border. She had no idea when the work would be finished in Al Dahaab and so her grandmother would not have to enlist the help of the ladies at the local church to drive her into town. At least not for the next few weeks.
Lisa had not been able to find any dirt on the Sheikh. It seemed he was a hardworking guy determined to make his own future. She could not find any picture of his wife but that was not that uncommon. They might have observed a strict way of life. All pictures she found of him were official ones.
She wondered how he would look without that headscarf and robes. Would he be bald? On early pictures he smiled a lot but on the more recent ones he looked like the strict man she had met. Piercing eyes that in a judge would have made a criminal shiver. Well he made her shiver. She was not sure if it was all fear or partly fascination as well. He was quite goodlooking and his eyes were captivating. And she always liked height and broad shoulders in a man.
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Lisa walked into the airport building and fished out her phone to send a text.
"I am in the central hall your highness. What should I do now?"
A minute later her phone pinged.
"Walk to the corridor marked PRIVATE FLIGHTS and wait there. Omar will pick you up. You would not miss him: Tall, darkskinned, Egyptian accent inherited from his parents and wearing sunglasses indoors."
Was that a hint at a joke?
She walked to the sign and five minutes later a tall man walked out from behind the border control.
"Are you miss Forest?"
"And you are Omar? Please call me Lisa."
"Well Lisa if you follow me and show your passport to the border guard you can just follow me and we will go to the private planes section of this airport. Normally you can enter at a side entrance but you would have needed special clearance."
They walked in silence for five minutes and then exited a door. In front of Lisa a sleek corporate jet was waiting on the tarmac.
They climbed the stairs. A mature woman welcomed her. She was the air-hostess. It seemed the first section of the plane was the pantry and a cabin for aides. Two bodyguards were already seated there.
The air-hostess however directed Lisa to a door in the back of that space.
"Please madam follow me. The Sheikh has instructed me to bring you to him."
All of a sudden Lisa felt her heart somersault. Oh no had she made a mistake and was this guy expecting some kind of payment from her body?
