ROMANCE: Sleeping With The Sheikh (Billionaire Alpha Male Sheikh Romance) (New Adult Forbidden Series Short Stories)

by Knight, Kylie

  The next morning came quicker than Monica had expected and she awoke with the same feeling as she had in Christopher’s penthouse, she didn’t know where she was for a few seconds and it took her brain a minute to process and wake up. She looked around the room for a clock and didn’t see one. Stretching and getting out of bed, Monica headed out to see what time is was, hoping there was a clock in the kitchen or something. She found a clock on the stove top and it said that it was already 11:15am. Shocked that she had slept in that much, Monica rushed into the bathroom to have a shower and get ready for her meeting with Christopher. She was able to get ready and dressed in 20 minutes, throwing on a cute sundress and some sandals and leaving her hair to dry au natural. She quickly dug out her scripts and ran out of the house, locking the door behind her with a key that Scarlett had left for her on the kitchen counter.

  Monica pulled into Christopher’s driveway a few minutes after noon. There was a big gate with a camera blocking her way up to his house and she had to press a buzzer to let him know that she was there. Someone buzzed her in, but no voice came from the speaker. She shrugged and drove up the driveway after the huge gate opened to let her in. She was in awe at the size of his house, if you could even call it that. It was a mansion like she had never seen before in her life. There were palm trees decorating the lawn and the house itself was gorgeous with big white pillars and the house was painted a beautiful shade of golden yellow. It looked very exotic, with big windows everywhere, and metal trim that wove itself up the house in pretty vines.

  She parked her car near the door and headed up to the house. Christopher opened the door and waved to her as she approached.

  “Wonderful to see you again my dear! Come in, come in!” Christopher was in high spirits and dressed much more casually, in khakis and a polo t-shirt. He pulled her in for a kiss once she made it to the door. Monica kissed him back deeply and she felt a surge of desire course through her veins once more, wanting to feel his body on hers. Christopher broke the kiss off and took her hand as he led her into his castle of a home. She was amazed at how big it was, the ceilings never seemed to end and when they did, they were dressed with the most incredible hanging chandeliers she had ever seen. There were expensive pieces of art on the walls and statues display on their own personal marble tables.

  “It’s good to see you again Christopher.” Monica said shyly as he led her through an enormous kitchen and out on to a patio that led down to a giant, beautiful pool with a waterfall pouring into it. “Oh my god… this is amazing!”

  “Thank you, I think the waterfall is my favorite thing about this house. Here have a seat and let’s talk business.” Christopher sat down at the patio table and poured her a glass of sparkling water, placing it in front of her where she sat. “First matter of business, you look absolutely beautiful.”

  Monica laughed and smiled at him, “Thank you!”

  “My pleasure! Now, for the real matter at hand, you brought your scripts?” Christopher took a sip of his own glass of water and leaned back leisurely.

  “Of course.” Monica pulled out two thick scripts from her bag and passed them over to Christopher. “Here you are.”

  “Tell me about them.” Christopher took the scripts and began flipping through the first one.

  “That one is called ‘Where the Road Ends.’ It’s a love story based in the early 19th century, where a mail order bride falls in love with a man in the oil business.”

  “People love to hear stories like that! How about this one?” Christopher picked up the second one and began flipping through it.

  “That one is a comedy, about two guys who start up a winery in California, it’s called ‘Good Grapes.’”

  “Sounds intriguing, maybe we can get some good actors in this one, comedies are big sellers right now.” Christopher said thoughtfully as he flipped to the beginning and started reading.

  Monica stayed quiet and let him read for a bit, sipping on her water and enjoying the view. After a few minutes, Christopher looked up at her and said, “You know what? This is actually really funny Monica. I love it. This is the one.” He smiled at her and winked.

  “Really? You think they will like it?” Monica couldn’t believe that Christopher Hardy was sitting her in front of her, telling her that her writing was good. It was like a dream come true.

  “They will love it. They will buy it and they will get to work on casting for it right away, I’m sure! Here’s what we’re going to do, you and I are going to leave here and go down to the studio together, because you’re stunning and I want you to meet the producers. We are going to sell them this script and the rest, as they say, is history!”

  “OK! That would be amazing Christopher, really. Thank you so much.” Monica was grinning from ear to ear.

  “My pleasure.” Christopher got up and took her hand once more, guiding her back inside his house, leading her into his garage where a collection of expensive cars were resting peacefully inside.

  Christopher walked over to a red Lamborghini and hit a beeper. The doors opened upwards to the roof and Monica’s mouth dropped open at the sight of it. Christopher laughed when he looked over and saw her staring at it like it was from another planet. “I’m assuming you’ve never been in one?”

  “Been in one? I’ve never even seen one in real life! That is so cool!” Monica climbed into the passenger side and admired the beauty of the interior of the car too. “This is amazing.”

  They drove at what felt like light speed to Monica. When they pulled into the Universal Studio gate, the security guard just waved Christopher through the gate without stopping him, he obviously was very well known.

  They pulled up in front of a studio and headed inside. It was like an office building, with offices and normal looking people going around their work days. Some people waved to Christopher as he passed, or greeted him with a “Good afternoon sir.” Monica felt like they were VIPs, and in fact, they were.

  Christopher stopped into front of an office door and knocked. The office door had a plaque that read, ‘Joe Smith, Executive Producer’ on it in gold embossment.

  “Come in!” A man with a deep voice yelled from inside.

  Christopher opened the door and walked into the man’s office. The man who had told them to come in was a big burly type of man with a t-shirt on and black framed glasses. He was seated at a big oak desk, typing away on his laptop. When he looked up to see who had entered his office, he smiled and stood up, coming around the desk to give Christopher a hug.

  “Christopher! It’s been ages! How the hell are ya?” They embraced and patted each other on the back.

  “I’m good Joe! I want you to meet someone very talented. This is Monica Cambridge.”

  Joe reached out and embraced her in a hug as well, “Any friend of Christopher’s is a friend of mine! Nice to meet you Monica.”

  “The pleasure is all mine Joe!” Monica was in such high spirits, it was like she was living in a dream world.

  “Monica here has written an incredible comedy that you’re going to buy.” Christopher said, passing over the script to Joe as he settled down in a leather chair in front of Joe’s desk. Monica sat down beside Christopher, and Joe sat down in his chair behind the desk, with the script in hand. He started flipping through the pages and reading it.

  “Hey! This is gold!” He laughed a few times while reading the script. “You wrote this Monica?” Joe stopped and looked up at her.

  “Yes, of course! The idea just came to me one day and I thought it would make a funny story. I’m glad to hear you like it, thank you!” Monica was beaming from the compliment.

  “I do like it, in fact, I love it! How much do you want for it?” Joe said to Monica.

  Before Monica could answer, Christopher spoke, “She’s selling it for $500,000.00 flat rate, with rights to royalties once the movie goes into theatres and after it’s out on DVD as well. Monica also has to be accredited as the writer on the credits of the film.”

  “
Well, lucky you Monica, you’ve got one tough dog in your corner here. Good thing you brought him here with you, he knows what he wants and he’s known for getting it.” Joe laughed and flipped through the script some more, thinking about the offer.

  “Come on Joe, we don’t have all day.” Christopher was all business right now, it was seriously hot and seriously intimidating.

  “Alright, you’ve got it. Done deal.” Joe stood up and shook Christopher’s hand and then turned to Monica and shook her hand as well. “Congratulations on your new film Miss Cambridge. I can’t wait to work with you on this project.”

  “Thank you so much Mr Smith, you have no idea what this means to me.” Monica was overwhelmed with emotion as she shook his hand.

  “Let’s make movie magic!” Joe smiled and laughed.

  “We’ll discuss more details tomorrow Joe, we’ve got a date with this beautiful sunshine.” Christopher said as he turned to leave Joe’s office.

  “See you tomorrow! Ciao Monica! Pleasure to meet you!” Joe said as they walked out of the office.

  Monica floated back down to the car in a haze of happiness and disbelief wanting to pinch herself, but knowing full well that this was really happening. Her script was going to be turned into a movie, and she was $500,000.00 richer. Dreams really do come true...

  THE END

  Bad Boy For Hire

  A dozen faces stared at her, every expression blank. Elaina crossed her arms over her chest and stared back, eyes flitting between each set of eyes. Sometimes she succeeded in chasing the stare away, but most times the man or woman she looked at stood their ground.

  "If you want to keep your jobs," Elaina reminded them, restating what she'd just said, "you're going to give me one-hundred-and-ten percent. Until we've got this under our belts we need to implement ten minute lunches, fewer coffee breaks, and your choice of earlier hours in the morning, or later hours at the end of the day. I'll need a team for both morning and evening, so you can decide amongst yourselves who will take what role. I am confident that as adults you will be able to sort things out fairly."

  The boardroom was so silent she could hear the catering cart wheeling down the hall even through the closed door. Elaina's lips pursed tightly and she continued to try to dispel the unease.

  "We are where we are because of what we have sacrificed. Success is not easy. If you want to see us succeed in the future, we will get there by sacrifice and hard work, just as we always have. So no more fooling around."

  More silence. Elaina had never known the men and women she worked alongside to be so quiet. All of them were vastly intelligent, cunning, outspoken people and she counted on their advice and opinions.

  "I'll give you some time to digest our plan of action," Elaina said with finality, "and we'll meet back here in the last hour of the day to discuss what additional shift each of you will take and how we will be using the time to see our company soar."

  At last there was a murmur of noise as each of the well-dressed individuals scooped up their papers and pens and slid their chairs back from the long table. Elaina took the chance to sit, winded as though she'd just run a race. Many of her meetings had gone poorly since she'd taken over the company following her father's death, but never had they gone over this badly. In that moment she was sure she'd elicited the hatred of her twelve highest ups. It was a feeling she didn't want to get used to.

  As the last executive filed out of the office, someone else slipped in through the open door. Elaina looked up to find her brother had entered, his arms crossed against his beat up graphic t-shirt and the loose jeans he wore splotched with paint in multiple colors.

  "Yo, Lainey," Matt said as he strolled across the room. He was three years her senior, and yet in dim light Matt could probably still be mistaken for a teenager. At twenty-seven Elaina headed a financial empire, and at thirty Matt was doing... Well, she wasn't sure. But whatever endeavor he'd become involved with, she was sure he was trying to do as little work as possible. It was why she'd filled her father's shoes instead of her older brother; Matt had never had a head for business. Or work.

  "How do you keep getting in without a security pass?" Elaina asked, exasperated. She'd spoken multiple times to the men who worked security about making sure they checked all badges. This wasn't a game, and they weren't workers fresh out of high school. The men she employed were meant to be professional, and yet here was Matt standing before her in ripped jeans and a t-shirt, without clearance and clearly out of place.

  "Uh, because I look exactly like dad," Matt said. "Everyone still considers this Mr. Harraway's company, and no one's going to deny his younger, more attractive ghost entrance."

  "I can't believe their incompetence," Elaina muttered to herself, lifting a hand to cover her face. Matt crossed the room and put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing her through the suit jacket she wore.

  "You know what you need to do, Lainey?" he asked. "You need to learn how to chill out. Like, I know that you're really smart and have a good head for business, but hard work isn't the end all, you know? Not everyone has the same work ethic you do, and if you work your men into the ground all the time no one is ever going to respect you. People are going to jump ship. You know what I heard out in the hall when your execs were leaving that meeting?"

  Another one of Matt's speeches. Elaina had heard the same message so many times she'd lost count. The first time was in high school, when she'd broken down in her senior year fighting to graduate at the top of the student body. Matt had told her she needed to have fun, but she hadn't listened. She'd graduated valedictorian and had won a full ride scholarship. Next was in college, when she'd complained to him about how so many men on campus had tried to hit on her and ask her out when all she had time for was studying and other homework. At Christmas parties and holiday gatherings, Matt's one piece of knowledge spilled from his lips again and again like he was a recording on repeat. She was tired of it.

  "What did you hear, Matt?" a sigh.

  "I heard Richardson say that Zocore Financial had sent him a job offer, and that he was seriously considering accepting the position. You're working them down to the bone and into the arms of the enemy, Lainey. You need to learn how to chill out and let other people chill, and then maybe you'll find that the company runs much more smoothly than you ever would have imagined."

  Investments were down. Employees had been handing in their resignations in groups, like rats fleeing a sinking ship. Ever since her father had died, nothing had felt the same around the office, and so far hard work wasn't solving anything. If Elaina hadn't been so desperate to find a solution, she would never have listened.

  "... And so where can I learn 'to chill out'? I'm not a fun person, Matt. That's just not me."

  Matt bit down on his bottom lip, looking her over.

  "You know," he said, considering his words before he spoke them, "I think I might know just the guy who can help you out. Not saying it's going to be easy considering how uh, serious you are, but if anyone's going to get you to loosen up, it's this dude."

  Elaina looked at him hard. Had he not looked so much like her father, she would have sworn Matt was adopted. She'd inherited her mother's blonde hair, while he had their father's dark features. On the street no stranger would be able to tell they were related for as opposite as they were, both in appearance and in personality — and so Elaina knew that what Matt said had to be true. If anyone would know someone she could hire to teach her how to have fun, Matt would know the guy.

  "Alright, fine. I accept. May I have this individual's contact details so we can arrange an appointment? Of course, I intend to properly compensate him."

  Matt hitched an eyebrow and crossed his arms, mouth screwing up in a bewildered grin.

  "You don't need to pay him. I don't think he really needs the extra work, if you know what I mean."

  Elaina had no idea what he meant. She frowned and furrowed her brows.

  "Just give me his number, Matt. I will take care of the detai
ls."

  As Matt drew his cellphone from his back pocket he scratched behind his ear. A thumb whizzed across the screen as he unlocked the device and brought up his contact list. Elaina withdrew her cellphone and opened up a new contact as she waited.

  The number was exchanged, but the name field was still blank. If Elaina was going to cold call one of Matt's friends out of the blue, she at least wanted to know what his name was.

  "First name?" she asked.

  "Caleb, with a C."

  "Last name?"

  "... Don't you just need first name, Lainey? It's not like you're going to have to run a background check or anything on him. He's a cool dude." The hesitance in Matt's voice caught her attention. Elaina narrowed her eyes, wondering what the holdup was.

  "Last name, Matt," she insisted. Matt sighed.

  "Colten."

  Elaina nearly dropped her phone.

  "Caleb Colten. Caleb Colten! Are you serious, Matt? You want me to go willingly spend time with Caleb Colten?" She had recorded the number of the enemy. As the shock subsided, Elaina continued her tirade. "And how did you get Caleb Colten's number? How do you know he's such a chill guy? The Coltens are our enemies, Matt. What are you doing fraternizing with the Colten son?"

  The Colten family had built Zocore Financial from the ground up and had become such a strong force in the years leading to her father's death that they threatened the Harraway family business. And Zocore Financial wasn't even the only pot the Coltens had dipped their fingers into. Elaina knew that Henry Colten, the patriarch of the family, was heavily invested in the crude oil industry. The family was richer than she could conceive, likely worth billions of dollars.

  "You know, part of learning to chill out and be fun is learning not to bite everyone's heads off when they're trying to help you," Matt said plainly. "Just because his dad's got a good thing going with Zocore doesn't mean that all Coltens are evil. That's like saying that because dad was so smart and successful and all Harraways are going to be just like that, and I don't see myself starting a Fortune 500 any time soon."