New York Post May 29, They include the Iran-Contra affair he was a key middleman in the arms-for-hostages exchange and accusations that he concealed funds alongside Philippines First Lady Imelda Marcos. Khashoggi was acquitted on federal charges of obstruction of justice and mail fraud after more serious charges of racketeering and conspiracy were dropped.
But the year-old, who now lives in Monaco, was also a womaniser with multiple wives and a bevy of beautiful girls at his beck and call. Among them was young American model Jill Dodd. Ahead of the June 6 publication of her memoir, The Currency of Love: But Adnan, who had just watched me in the nude, taking a bubble bath, held my face in his hands. It was fashion modelling that allowed me to mingle with movers and shakers like Adnan. Before long, I was modelling swimsuits for magazines and catalogues.
I joined a not-so-good local agency but then got lucky and signed with the prestigious Wilhelmina Models when I was I was a size 6 and curvier than most models of the time. The Currency of Love: A courageous journey to finding the love within. Book by Jill Dodd. Supplied Nevertheless, I started getting high-profile jobs. The venue was Le Pirate, where long-haired, shirtless waiters strummed guitars and banged tambourines. A crackling bonfire, 20 feet high, lit up the night sky.
It was so wild and decadent. He brought over a chair and sat down. Adnan Khashoggi is a well known arms dealer and Saudi Arabian billionaire. News Corp Australia It was too loud to talk so he pulled me up to dance.
The pirates circled us and the guests clapped with the music. Suddenly, my dance partner stopped, grabbed a chair and threw it into the fire. I hurled one in too. We laughed and slammed together like two magnets, whirling around before the flames. Next, the man and one of the pirates grabbed my hands and feet, scooped me up and swung me back and forth like a rag doll, my hair trailing in the dust. I totally surrendered to the spirit, euphoric with freedom.
Giddy and out of breath, I finally sat down. It took me a minute to realise it was in blood. Accidentally or not, he had cut himself with a piece of glass. I was stunned but I liked it.
It was as if we had made some secret pact. A pirate saw the blood and whisked off the man for a bandage. I just kept looking at the message on my arm. Do you know who that was? I wanted to go, but I was also nervous. Supplied Adnan was there to greet us. I chose a delicate grey Lanvin dress with a tight bodice and spaghetti straps. A pair of metallic silver shoes completed the look.
Yes, he had incredible wealth, but he also had a peaceful kind of strength. Slowly, I was falling for his charms. With heels on, I was seven or eight inches taller than him, something which would intimidate most men. We did not kiss that night, instead talking until 5am. Adnan quizzed me about my non-existent romantic life and explained how he made his fortune exporting American-made vehicles to Saudi Arabia. A few days later, when we were both back in Paris, Adnan invited me for lunch at his mansion.
For the first time, he talked about his divorce from his ex-wife, Soraya. I later found out that he already had a second wife, Lamia, who I would meet in the beginning of Not surprisingly, given my romantic relationship with her husband by then, she seemed stand-offish. That summer, when I attended the birthday party for their one-year-old son, she was equally cold. Over the next few weeks, Adnan wined and dined me — always allowing me to pick out a couture outfit from his collection — but there were other girls in the picture.
Some of them looked so young, they could have been assumed to be high schoolers. I was awoken in the middle of the night by Adnan, who then drew me a bath and sat on a stool next to the tub. Even though he was 24 years older than me, he was an extraordinary lover. He was my boyfriend. There was no real relationship between us females. Adnan Khashoggi, arms dealer and Saudi Arabian billionaire, was allowed 11 pleasure wives. Sometimes, however, there were larger groups of women — between five and eight on any occasion.
We seldom mixed but when we did, usually at business dinners, there was an undercurrent of rivalry. When it came to his business, I was completely ignorant. I knew he met with world leaders like Ronald Reagan. But things started to turn sour. I woke up and turned toward him. When he saw my face, he whispered: Sorry, go back to sleep. He had thought I was another girl. There was no joy opening the gift meant for someone else. Inside was an karat solid gold necklace. I pictured Adnan and the other girl making love and physically ached.
Doubt started to sink in and I wondered if I could handle the harem any longer. Another time, I declined a carat diamond ring, which felt too opulent. Later, Adnan gave it to his house manager.
They were less sophisticated models from Hollywood agencies. Not at all like the stunning female doctor, also a pleasure wife, whom he had put through medical school while also funding my design courses.
Adnan Khashoggi enjoyed opulent parties, and invited Jill into his inner circle. News Corp Australia I felt increasingly weird about it all. I worried about AIDS, as we all did at the time. Another driving force was my need to be independent. I felt that accepting large gifts might mean I owed Adnan, rather than it just being a simple romance. Our relationship ended in the summer of , although there was no written contract to rip up.
It was an amicable split and we kept in touch by telephone for years. In , I founded the surfing and snowboarding inspired clothing line Roxy and became a successful business owner. I continued to have an affection for Adnan. I missed him and thought about him all the time. The last occasion we spoke was over the phone in when I was a single mother after my first divorce. I should have gone, even just to say thank you for my education. When I was in my 20s, I had a sense of shame about being with Adnan.
But I never forfeited my independence, ambition or creative expression when I was with Adnan and have no regrets.
Neither money nor love are worth the sacrifice of integrity, inner peace and authenticity.