Seduced By The Bad Boy Sheikh: A Royal Billionaire Bad Boy Romance by Sarah Croix

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.

7
    Aziz
    F ucking hell , wasn’t I allowed a moment’s rest?
    My plan was perfect: finish the event as loaded on booze as I could get and then head somewhere with a hot piece of ass for some indecent action. It had been one fucking month playing platonic house with my gorgeous host. I was going to go crazy. And have no sheets left. But, no, I wasn’t allowed that: Natalie had to stroll through and accept the invitation I had given her and ruin it. It was already hard to take her out of my mind when she wasn’t around… When she was, it was just impossible. And to top it all off, she looked amazing. She had decided to wear a short black skirt that revealed her perfect slender legs, and a black tank top that fit to her body in a way that was enough to make me salivate.
    Of course, the moment she saw me she had to do a beeline straight to the counter. I tried my best to keep my cool and played the charming Sheikh for her friends, even going as far as throwing a kiss in the back of the hand of one of her friends.
    I went to the back of the bar under the pretence of getting some drinks, but all I really needed was to catch my breath and rearrange my thoughts. Natalie, untouchable. Disowning. Let it go, Aziz, you let it fucking go.
    As I mixed Natalie and her friends a pretty tame combination of whisky and coke, I was already cursing under my breath the moment Bill had pulled me out from the storage room and had me pouring drinks. Drinks in hand, I made my way back to where the girls stood. There was no use in complaining, I had to face the music.
    My eyes immediately darted to a hand firmly nestled on Natalie’s lower back. My heart kicked against my chest, as if I had been stabbed there with a needle. But then I saw the look on her face: wide eyes that met mine, her lips a straight line of terror. By instinct I looked around, seeing three more guys circling Natalie and her friends like a pack of hyenas.
    I slammed the drinks against the counter, drawing the attention of the guy that was all over her. He looked me at with spite in his eyes, as if I was interrupting whatever he thought he was doing. I could already see by the look on his eyes that there were a few drinks more than recommended on his system.
    “Something wrong, ladies?” I asked, my eyes not leaving the damn creep.
    “Mind your fucking business, Mustafa,” he almost spit at me, squinting his eyes in a manner that I guess he believed to be menacing.
    “My company party, my fucking business,” I whispered in his direction, placing both my hands on