Chapter Four
Nana 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 perspective, she does seem like a ray of sunshine," Nana finished her work, admiring the girl's beauty. "Be careful, my dear; your interest is quite evident from afar. Before opening your heart to this girl, you need to find out if she's single, where she's from, her family's background... those things, so you won't be disappointed later." "Stop with the nonsense, Nana. I'll simply take care of her. And when she feels better, she can continue her journey." Zayn's words left his mouth, but he hardly believed them. Zayn heard the sound of the door opening once again and went to check. In the living room, he found the security guard and the doctor. His relief was immense upon seeing them because the young woman had been unconscious for a long time, and he feared for her life. "Doctor," he said, extending his hand, "thank you for coming so late at night." After a brief conversation with the doctor, he explained how the girl had ended up in his care and mentioned the lack of care in terms of hygiene and nutrition. "Take me to her," the doctor requested, picking up the medical case he had left on the floor. Zayn escorted the doctor to the room where the young woman lay. Alone with the girl, Nana removed the rags that covered her, and now she was covered with the bedsheet. "Nana, stay with the doctor; I'll wait in the living room," Zayn said. "Yes, my son," Nana replied with a smile. Back in the living room, Zayn invited the security guard to the kitchen because he was going to make tea for both of them. "I appreciate it, sir, but I'm on duty, and I don't want to interfere." "By Allah, let's go! I know you're tired, and a refreshing, strong tea will help you relax, as soon as the doctor leaves, you'll be off duty for today." "Thank you, sheik," he replied, accepting the invitation for the drink. Minutes later, the doctor joined Zayn in the kitchen, and Zayn looked up at him. "So, doctor, how is she?" "She's very weakened. I administered an injection, but I'm afraid it may not be enough, and she will likely have strong headaches when she wakes up," he said, opening his case and taking out a notepad where he wrote down some medications. "Her throat is very inflamed; she must have been exposed to low temperatures. I suggest that her initial diet be liquid since she's severely dehydrated and will have difficulty with solid food. Light broths, that's one of my main recommendations, at least for the first few days. And remember plenty of water and fresh juice. Only when she's feeling better, offer fruits and salads." Zayn listened attentively to everything the doctor said. "She endured a very traumatic experience when she was kidnapped." "Yes, of course. I've also given her a sedative. She might appear tense when she wakes up, but she'll be calm. The possibility of her waking up in the early hours is high. Here are the prescriptions; get everything as quickly as possible. If anything, don't hesitate to call me." "Of course, doctor. Thank you!" The security guard accompanied the doctor to the door, while Zayn called a 24-hour pharmacy to request the medication. Moments later, he returned to the room, looking at Nana and the young redhead. "Nana, you can go rest; I'll need you tomorrow." "Alright, I'm quite tired, but I'll wake up early to prepare your favorite breakfast," she said, lightly squeezing his cheek, as she had done since he was a boy. Zayn smiled. Nana had raised him as her son since his mother had passed away shortly after his birth due to complications during childbirth. Once Nana retired, Zayn changed into silk pajamas, went to the kitchen to have some water, and made a coffee to stay awake as long as possible.Sipping on the steaming drink, he remained fixedly gazing at a spot on the floor. The sound of the doorbell roused him from his thoughts. He went to answer the door, finding a building staff member handing him the medications. Zayn silently thanked and bid farewell with a nod. After closing the door, he decided to make one last check on the beautiful young woman in the bedroom before returning to his coffee. She remained still and asleep. In the kitchen, he returned to his coffee, pondering the stunning beauty of the redhead. When he thought of her fiery red hair, only one word came to his lips, and he savored it as if it were a sweet date: “Sunshine.” Finishing his coffee, he returned to the room. Seating himself in the armchair, in the dark, he admired the lovely porcelain face, illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. Her red hair, once washed, would undoubtedly become even more beautiful, silky, and shiny than it already was. His thoughts about the woman were unsettling him. How could one woman affect him like this? He had thought that only his ex”fiancée could drive him to distraction, but this woman… There was something about her that left him burning inside. While he was lost in his thoughts, she moved on the bed. She turned her face towards the window. With her feet, she lightly kicks the covers, which strip her down to her waist. Zayn swallows dryly at the sight of such beautiful, even small, breasts. He can't help the instant erection that seizes him. “By Allah!”He swallowed again as he looked down. His member ached, the intensity of the desire invading him almost overwhelming. He took a deep breath.He believed that Nana had at least put one of his shirts on him. Zayn found it hard to believe that he was being so weak. He'd seen a lot of breasts in his life, but he'd never wanted a single pair of them as much as the ones in front of him right now.He got up and approached the bed, trying not to notice the young woman too much. Unsuccessfully, of course. He covered the young woman, sighing with relief. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and wait for his insistent erection to calm down.A few minutes passed and, calmer, he returned to the bedroom. The young woman sleeps like a beautiful red-haired angel.“I hope she's single, otherwise I'll seduce her until she's mine,” he murmured, possessive with a seductive glint in his eyes.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
Chapter 11Nana leaves Laila to take care of Morgana and goes back to the kitchen to finish dinner. Laila gently sponges Morgana’s back, sitting beside her in a large bathtub and sighs, saying:“You have such beautiful skin, it’s a pity it’s so bruised on your shoulders and feet.”“Thank you, I don’t feel any pain anymore. Nana healed me with a honey solution she made, the pain and burning sensation disappeared and it healed quickly.”“I’m glad you don’t feel anything anymore. Mr. Zayn is in love with you too, how could he not be? You’re so beautiful.” Laila chatters, revealing her hidden emotions. “I wish I were like you, thin and beautiful, but I can’t lose weight for long. Anxiety always gets the best of me when I’m getting close to my goal. Every time I dress up to dance, I cover my body as much as possible, I don’t like my little fat rolls being visible.”Morgana looks at the woman who is almost her age and says,“Zayn in love?”. She smiles, finding it amusing. “I find you beauti
Chapter 12Alexandre Aguiar gets off the plane, heads towards the exit, his body exudes tension, he is close to finding out where his little princess is.“Carlos, take me to the most expensive hotel in Dubai, if this sheik is so rich, I won’t be surprised if I find out that the hotel is his.”“Yes, sir.”In the kitchen, Nana scolds her niece, who remains silent with a pout and teary eyes.“How could you put the necklace on her without the sheik’s consent, my daughter?” Nana exudes tension.“Auntie, he is so in love, I thought it wouldn’t be a problem.” She defends herself.“I hope it won’t come, come help me clean the kitchen, I’m exhausted, I need to rest a bit.”Laila tells Nana that she fell in the living room while going to announce dinner.“You what? Are you having problems with labyrinthitis?”“I don’t know, auntie. But just in case, I’ll schedule na appointment with some doctors and see about it.”Nana frowns, her niece has always been careless with her health, she hoped she wo