Chapter Two
Zayn takes a warm shower. The water removes the foam from his body, tanned by the Eastern sun. The sheik has a physique that makes women sigh and his member is very large, something he can boast about, just the way the greedy ones like it.If he hadn't been waiting for that good-for-nothing to bring the young redhead, he would have been at the club burying himself between the legs of a beautiful lady or several.But the desire to protect the girl spoke louder. He could have left his security guard waiting for them and gone to satisfy himself, but something inside him told him he had to wait.Having finished his shower, he put on a robe and went to his bedroom, putting on some fresh clothes and walking barefoot through the apartment to the kitchen, where he had a glass of iced tea. Zayn even considered having a hot cup of coffee, but he needed to cool his body down, as he didn't want the young woman to be frightened by his boiling anger at the damn drug dealer.In the living room, he waited looking out of the window. In a few days, he'll be moving to the resort, it's much nicer there, both the house and the climate, as Zayn doesn't like living in an apartment very much.He looks at the clock on the wall, he's starting to get impatient. It's almost eleven at night and that being hasn't shown up. If it's midnight and the young woman isn't in her apartment, Zayn will hunt it down and there will be nothing left of its stinking body.After a while, he glanced again at the clock on the wall: it was ten minutes before the hunt began.Seconds after his thoughts, he heard voices in the hallway. One of his security guards enters the apartment pushing the drug dealer, while another carries the fainted body of the dirty young woman.Desperate and full of fear because it may have been past midnight, the drug dealer begins to babble:"Sir, don't kill me... Please...", He knelt in front of him as he begged.But Zayn doesn't even hear him, he just stands there, petrified, in the same place. He looks at the young woman's body, and something lights up inside him.Despite being hooded, and full of soot and dirt, the beauty of the outline of her body ignites a flame that has been dormant for a long time. Without understanding why she was behaving this way, he approached the young woman.He gazes unhurriedly at her beautiful feet and ankles. The dress she's wearing is quite outrageous, showing off her shapely calves and plump, firm thighs.Zayn continued his inspection, unable to stop showing his growing interest. The trafficker likes to see the powerful sheik glazed over by the young woman.Her breasts are out in the open, the fabric of the dress only covers the nipples and he finds himself wondering what color they are. Swallowing dryly, he ran his hand over his face.Sighing, he tries unsuccessfully to contain an erection, which makes him mentally curse himself because he's obsessed with a girl whose face he hasn't even seen.In order not to commit madness, he needs to get rid of her as quickly as possible.Curious to see the girl's face, Zayn takes the cloth off his head. When he sees her, his eyes light up. He feels his whole body shiver at such beauty."She's so…", he begins to speak, mesmerized.Smiling with his amalgam teeth, the trafficker is satisfied. Perhaps the sheik's interest in the woman will put him off his path to continue doing what he does best in life: trafficking people."Beautiful! She's so beautiful! I had trouble getting my men not to violate the merchandise."The word "merchandise" brings the sheik out of his most impure thoughts.With hatred for the man, he takes his security guard's gun from his back holster and shoots him through the window, shattering the glass, then puts the hot barrel to the trafficker's cheek, pushing him until he is pinned against the wall."Ahhh!"You've been warned: if you carry on with this thing you call work, I'll come after you!"I'll stop...", promised the dealer. The sheik cocked his gun. "I've already stopped! I've already stopped!", shouts the desperate man as he urinates in his pants."Get out of here! I don't want to see your face anymore!"The man ran out of the apartment. Zayn put the gun back on the table next to the sofa."Give me the woman. "he asked.The security guard handed the woman to the sheik. With the beautiful young woman in his arms, he felt the weight of her body and the warmth emanating from it.'By Allah! I'm lost!" he thinks, looking at the woman's face.He goes into the bedroom and lays her delicate body on the huge bed. Then he returns to the living room, where the security guards are still waiting for his orders."You, get a doctor.", he said, pointing to one of them, "And you, go to the resort and bring my dear nana," he ordered the other."Yes, sheik," said one of them, stepping back and immediately leaving, accompanied by the other, who nodded before leaving.Zayn walked to his room. Now he can look at the flame-haired woman in detail.The girl's body is covered in dirt and she has deep circles under her eyes."What have they done to you?", Zayn asks, disturbed to see her so badly beaten.He returned to the room, making a call to a resort employee who works nights."Naim, I've got a problem," he revealed to his employee, friend and confidant"What's wrong, Zayn? His voice sounds tense. Tell me what happened.""I can't believe what's happening. You know the drug dealer hiding in the desert?""Yes, I know. Is that bastard still alive?""Unfortunately, yes. He brought me a woman who was kidnapped, she's passed out in my room", He sighed."Do you even know who she is?"; Naim asked, very curious."No, the idiot didn't tell me and when I saw her, my heart squeezed, she's very weak.", Zayn left out the part where he looked at her with interest."I should have killed him, but don't worry, I'll do it for you.""No, leave him. I'll use him to get to the main kidnapper."There was silence, and Zayn thought the call had been interrupted."Naim? "he called."A thousand pardons, sheik. I wondered how you were going to do that and ended up daydreaming."All in good time, Naim. I'm waiting for the doctor. We'll talk more tomorrow.""Of course, my friend. Good night, my friend."Zayn hangs up his cell phone, goes back to his room, sits down in an armchair in the darkest part of the room, crosses his arms, and stares at the woman.Her inert body is illuminated by the light from the huge window."That fucking drug dealer is going to lead me to the mastermind, even if I have to torture him," he thought nervously.Chapter Three Alexandre has smashed everything in his path. His little princess has been missing for a week. He's panicked, completely desperate, he doesn't know what else to do.Angry, full of hatred and resentment, he screams to release the tension that is embedded in his heart. His daughter is everything in his life.He sits on the floor with his hands on his head and cries like he couldn't cry at his beloved wife's funeral.Morgana was born when Alexander was eighteen. He hadn't intended to be a father so soon, but if God wanted it that way, who was he to say anything?So, as soon as his little princess was born, Alexandre asked his girlfriend to marry him. His father, a very serious but fair man, was enchanted by his newborn granddaughter and helped his son with all the wedding preparations and let them live in the Aguiar Mansion, where Alexandre still lives today.Ten happy years passed until his wife discovered terminal cancer, which took her four months.During this period, Al
Chapter FourNana filled a basin with warm water and a clean cloth, sitting beside the bed and carefully removing the young woman's shoes so as not to startle her. Zayn watched attentively, taking note of the delicate, very injured feet.Nana moistened the cloth and began gently wiping the damp fabric across the young woman's body, paying attention to her face, arms, legs, and feet. With the removal of all the dirt from days of walking through the desert and sleeping, only Allah knows where the true beauty of the fiery-haired woman became visible."Now I'm truly lost," Zayn thought. Even with his back turned as he cleaned the young woman, Nana felt the intensity of her dear Zayn's gaze and laughed, causing him to furrow his brow."What's the matter, Nana?" Zayn inquired."You look at her as if she were a pot of succulent honey.""Honey? Yes, honey... Sweet, succulent, addictive," he clears his throat, interrupting his thoughts. "Looking at her is like looking at sunshine.""From that p
Chapter Five Zayn was exhausted and fell asleep in the armchair with his cell phone in his hand. On the bed, Morgana moved her head from side to side. Frowning, she let out a slight moan of pain. “Oh…” Turning her head a little more, a sharp pain seized her. “Ouch!” Morgana put her hands on the top of her head, the unbearable pain hitting her. She also felt her mouth drying out and a strong discomfort in her throat. She managed to open her eyes slightly. For several days, she had woken up in the dark and felt very cold, but now everything was different. She was lying on a soft bed, with a huge window next to her, through which the soft light of the moonlit night came in. Once again, a sharp pain in her head made her groan loudly: “Aaah!” Zayn wakes up as quickly as he fell asleep. He gets up abruptly, causing his cell phone to crash to the floor. But he takes no notice of this fact. She's awake, he thought, before approaching slowly so as not to startle her. Morgana watched th
Chapter six Barefoot, Morgana surveyed the room and made her way to the closet. She was searching for something she could conceal within the robe to protect herself. Recalling an old piece of advice from her father: "Looks can be deceiving." This Arab might seem good, but it's better not to try anything or he'll regret it, she thought while picking up a tie pin, hiding it within the robe's pocket. Morgana didn't find anything else she could use to defend herself, or the unfamiliar man might immediately sense her intentions. Summoning her courage, she released a long sigh and slowly left the room. As she opened the door, she carefully walked through the room. Morgana found no one. The space was vast, and she had no idea where the Arab might be. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down. Morgana looked around. In the hall, observing the entrance door. Her eyes sparkled. She quickly sneaked toward the door. With increasing adrenaline, her heart began to beat faster, her hands becomin
Chapter Seven Certainly! Here's the translation of the text into English: "Alexandre Aguiar hadn't slept for days, he was extremely nervous. His new approach was to scream endlessly at his security guards and anyone who appeared in front of him. The head of security, Carlos, chose to call a doctor for his boss before taking off. Alexandre was only contained when four of his security guards held him down to receive a hefty dose of a powerful sedative. Upon being immobilized, Alexandre threatened everyone, even the pilot, and then passed out. "Is he okay, doctor?" Carlos asked, concerned. "Yes, he'll just sleep for a good while. When they reach their destination, if he has another anxiety attack, seek help," the doctor responded. Carlos thanked him and began the preparations for takeoff, securing the boss in bed. Looking at him now with a serene demeanor, he doesn't seem as arrogant, especially since his daughter was kidnapped. "Morgana," Carlos whispered softly, remembering the
Chapter eight Zayn went to a nearby store, conversed with the saleswoman, and requested women's clothing that wasn't too flashy but also didn't cover the body too much. The woman showed him a pair of leggings and a slightly sheer, black, loose-fitting, long floral shirt. With a discreet smile, Zayn approved of the saleswoman's choice. Having checked Morgana's shoe size, he easily selected comfortable footwear for her, considering her injuries. Satisfied with his purchases, he returned to the hotel and handed the bags to the young woman, who somewhat awkwardly thanked him and went to change. When Morgana returned to the living room, Zayn looked at her from bottom to top, speechless. His eyes clouded with the sensations she evoked within him. "I didn't think you could become even more beautiful than you already are," he commented, admiring her. Slightly embarrassed, Morgana thanked him for the compliment. She had never felt shy around a man; she was usually very uninhibited. "Com
Chapter Nine She removed her leg from his lap, stood up, and walked to the window, silently admiring the landscape, lost in her thoughts. Thinking about her father and everything she had been through in these past days. The luck she had in Zayn finding her. Luck? Yes, she believes it was luck, it’s the only answer she has to her own question. He approached, lightly touching her shoulders, interrupting her thoughts and causing her to shiver, even through the fabric. “Are your shoulders still hurting?” he asked, near her ear, turning her to gaze into his ocean-colored eyes. She swallowed hard; being this close to his face made her heart beat erratically. Zayn is like a soothing balm. “Are you okay?” she held onto his arms after feeling a little unsteady. How to tell him that simply being near her makes her legs weak? “I... I'm okay, thank you.” Still unable to control her legs, she leaned on his shoulders, feeling Zayn shudder at her touch. Or was it herself? She was so disorien
Chapter 10As soon as she lands in Saudi Arabia, Alexandre Aguiar hurriedly exits the plane, walking through the corridors towards the exit where a car awaits him.Before getting into the car, a man approaches him.“Mr. Aguiar, what a pleasure to see you again!” says Rodolfo, extending his hand.Alexandre recognizes one of his daughter’s ex-boyfriends and accepts the greeting.“Are you here for work in Arabia, Rodolfo?”“You know how it is, part of the job. Have you just arrived?”“Yes, I had a family issue and ended up coming here.”“But your only family is Morgana. If it helps, in case she’s running away from you, I saw her about two hours ago.”Alexandre listens with his mouth open to the most recent information about his daughter, swallowing his tears and tries to be casual.“Yes, that little rascal ran away. Could you tell me where she went and who she’s with?”“She and her boyfriend went to Dubai.”“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?” he asks dumbfounded.“She’s with a sheik, he says hi