Dubai Booking

It began with a meeting that was never meant to be ordinary and I still remember how his presence changed the entire tone of the evening because he carried the calm authority of someone who had closed deals in glass towers across the Gulf yet when his eyes met mine

I walked into LPM Dubai wearing a shade of red he’d once said reminded him of every forbidden thing in life he never dared to touch and the moment our eyes met from across the room I felt it again that pull that isn’t love and isn’t

I wore black because it reminded me of everything I was not meant to touch and everything I already had inside me and as I stepped into the quiet marble lobby of The Bulgari Hotel I could see his silhouette before his voice reached me because I had memorised the

I walked through the glass doors of Sofitel Downtown and the chilled air wrapped around my skin like the memory of someone I hadn’t touched yet and the scent of amber drifted through the lobby as if the night had already begun before I arrived and he was waiting

The air in the corridor was still, but I wasn’t, not on the inside where my breath moved faster than my steps and my thoughts moved slower than my skin and yet I walked with the same practiced grace I always wear like perfume because being a Dubai escort

The suite was booked under a name I didn’t recognize but the email had arrived like a quiet invitation dressed in certainty and nothing about it asked questions it simply told me where to be and when and there was something in the way it didn’t try too

I first saw him through the glass of the lounge at Bulgari his fingers dancing across a phone like he was writing code into the air and he didn’t notice me at first which was unusual and I watched him for a while pretending not to be there fully

He came to me with a mind full of noise the kind that lives behind polished suits and scheduled mornings and I knew it the moment he smiled like a man remembering how and I didn’t ask about the tension in his jaw or the pause before he said

It started like most evenings with him soft-spoken and dressed in a way that made every other man in the room disappear and I knew from the moment he kissed my cheek that tonight would not follow the usual rhythm because he looked at me like he already had a

I met him on a Tuesday when the marina was quieter than usual and the wind carried jasmine from some balcony I never found and I remember thinking I should not have worn red because he stared at me for too long before saying a word but when he finally