They live in penthouses that kiss the clouds, drive cars most people only see in magazines, and wear watches that could pay off a mortgage but behind closed doors, many of Dubai’s ultra-wealthy men are silently drowning in a loneliness they can’t admit to anyone. Not to their

Not every booking I receive is about pleasure, desire, or even companionship in the traditional sense some are quieter, more urgent, less about indulgence and more about survival. The messages come late, usually short and polite, emotionless at first glance, but I’ve come to recognize the signals that tell

He landed early 6:45 a.m at Terminal 3, no sleep. A tech founder from Norway, here for a conference he wasn’t excited about. Dubai was just another pin on his travel map until me. His assistant had booked everything all he knew was that “Audrey will meet

He arrived with a guarded smile and a carry-on full of suits. A CEO from Paris, in Dubai for just five nights. The kind of man who'd stayed in too many five-star hotels to be impressed by thread counts or skyline views. I met him at the Four

He usually sends one line: “Same time?” That’s it. We never need to go over details. He knows the building, the floor, and the exact time the light hits the windows in Business Bay. It’s always incall. He lands in Dubai, arrives quietly, and leaves the same way.

He booked three nights. No negotiation, no hesitation. Crypto arrived the same hour full amount, plus extra. The hotel was already reserved in my name, Jumeirah Emirates Towers, Sheikh Zayed Road. His message was brief: “I’ll be in town Friday. You’ll have the suite key waiting.” I replied