Kidnapped by the Arab

A young girl walked down the hallway of the grand hotel, stumbling from side to side. With great difficulty, she inserted the key card to open the room. Her fragile body was not accustomed to alcohol consumption. As the door finally opened, she noticed the darkness inside.

Before she could react, she was grabbed by the arm, pulled, and then pushed onto the large bed. The man didn't give her time to protest; he forcefully pressed his lips against hers. His skillful hands roamed her body with desperation, and in an instant, he tore away her flimsy dress. He trailed his lips down her neck, reaching her breasts. She felt him suck on them with force. She tried to tell him to slow down, that it was going to be her first time, but before she knew it, she felt a sharp pain in the lower part of her abdomen. Something pierced her insides, threatening to tear her apart.

The man paused for a moment and then continued, his movements becoming increasingly violent, disregarding the pain she was feeling. After a while, she heard the man stifle a weak grunt, and then he stopped, pulling away from her and turning his back. Shortly after, the girl fell asleep, sobbing.

In the next room, a woman desperately knocked on the door, trying not to draw too much attention. After a while, she cursed as no one answered and turned around to head back to the restaurant. Once again, her plan had failed.

In the restaurant, a beautiful Cuban woman flirted with a very handsome blonde guy. Ever since she saw that girl, something about her caught her attention. She was friendly and stunning, with a sculpted body. As soon as she saw her, she decided to go for it. He was an incorrigible playboy who never missed a good opportunity when it presented itself.

In the morning, Ahmed woke up very early, feeling like his head would explode at any moment. The girl still slept beside him, and he observed her for a moment. She was very beautiful - "How much did she charge for spending the night with him?" he wondered.

He was sure his friend was responsible for what happened. He must have put some kind of aphrodisiac in his drink, which forced him to leave the dinner he attended in a hurry. A terrible heat ran through his body, so he went up to his room. He thought about taking a shower, but a girl entered shortly after.

He kept watching her; her long hair was cinnamon-colored, long eyelashes outlined her eyes, and her fair and delicate skin was the softest he had ever touched. A fine and slightly upturned nose added harmony to her perfect angelic face. He felt the urge to kiss her lips; they were full, and he thought her small mouth looked like a heart. He lifted the sheet, and beneath it, he saw the well-proportioned body of the girl. He covered her quickly; unintentionally, his body had reacted to that wonderful sight. That woman was a monument.

A memory came to his mind - had that girl given him her first time? He checked the sheets and confirmed it - "Damn! His friend must have offered her too much money to give her first time to a complete stranger. What kind of girl would do that?"

He got up carefully and headed towards the bathroom. After showering, he searched for his luggage to change, only then did he realize that the room contained only women's clothes and personal belongings. He realized he had entered the wrong room, as the door was slightly ajar when he came in. He thought she might have forgotten to close it.

He dressed in the clothes he had worn the night before and cautiously left the room, noticing it was right next to his. Perhaps his friend realized the mistake and sent the girl to that room. He grabbed his suitcase and left the hotel, getting into the waiting car and calling his friend.

"Hello, Cambell."

"What happened, buddy? Where are you? You disappeared from the gathering last night."

"How could I stay after what you put in my drink? By the way, how much did you pay the girl who spent the night with me?"

"What drink and what girl? I have no idea what you're talking about. After you left, I met a girl and stayed with her."

"Uhm, I'm on my way to the airport. If you don't hurry, you'll be flying commercial."

"Hey, calm down, friend. I'm heading there right away."

Ahmed hung up and pondered. He knew Cambell would never lie to him; they had known each other for many years, and he had never done so before. He immediately called his right-hand man, Zafir; if anyone could find out what happened, it would be him.

"Hello."

"Zafir, I was with a girl last night. Investigate who she is. Someone put some sort of aphrodisiac in my drink. Request the hotel's video camera footage; I want to know what happened."

"I'll start the investigation right away, sir."

"Send me the results as soon as you have them."

He had attended a business meeting at a restaurant in a grand hotel in Los Angeles and was now heading to the airport to board his private plane back to New York; he didn't like commercial flights.

Meanwhile, in the hotel room, Mía woke up with a terrible hangover headache. It was the first time she had consumed alcohol. She had a vague recollection of what happened the night before. A man had brought her to bed when she entered her room. For a moment, she thought it was just a dream, but as she moved, she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, realizing that it was all real. She had given her virginity to a complete stranger. In the darkness, she couldn't even see his face, and she knew that even if she had, she wouldn't remember it. She picked up the phone to call her best friend, who was staying in the same hotel.

"Hello, Thara, my friend."

"Mía, how did you wake up? You got wasted last night, girl. You were so drunk, you could barely stand."

"You're one to talk with the guy you sent to my room. At least he was handsome. Where did you find him?"

"What guy, crazy? I didn't send anyone. Wake up and try to sort out your thoughts."

"What? Don't play games, Thara. This is not a joke. Last night, when I returned to my room, a man was in it. I thought you sent him to help me with what I came here for, so I didn't resist."

"I hooked up with a really hot guy last night. You told me you were going to your room; remember I walked you to the elevator? I went back to the restaurant and spent the night with the guy I met, who, by the way, gave me the best night of my life. So, I really don't know what you're talking about. Are you sure you didn't dream it?"

Mía paled at her friend's response. Who was the man she had spent the night with? "Thara Smith, come to my room immediately!" she exclaimed, desperate and on the verge of tears.

In the car, Ahmed couldn't calm his mind. What the hell had happened the night before? It wasn't easy for him to think that he might have done something wrong with that girl, especially because it was her first time. The guilt was consuming him.

In another hotel room, the blonde guy bid farewell to the beautiful Cuban woman. They had a great night together, and he would have liked to stay longer with her, but his friend needed him. One concern was that, after so much time, his friend had finally been with a girl. He was starting to believe the rumors that claimed his friend no longer liked girls, and he feared that Ahmed might even suggest that their relationship was something more.

He chuckled at the thought of what Ahmed would say if he realized what he was thinking at that moment. It would undoubtedly cause an explosion. Lately, Ahmed had been in a bad mood.

Upon arriving at the airport, Ahmed headed to his private hangar. The flight attendant welcomed him to board the plane. She was a very attractive girl, but he no longer let himself be carried away by such things. Countless women constantly pursued him, and some, after being rejected, didn't hesitate to spread rumors about him. He had to endure his sexuality being questioned. He tried not to carry on with his old life of excess, the life that had caused him to lose everything he loved. The image of Lyna and their young children came to his mind, and he clenched his fists. Then he walked toward the plane to board.

Thara immediately went to Mía's room, where her friend recounted everything that had happened the night before.

"Friend, I can't believe you finally achieved the goal you had coming here."

"It's not funny, Thara. I have no idea who the hell I spent the night with. I'm very worried; what if he's a criminal?"

"That doesn't matter; what's important is that coming here wasn't in vain." Thara was also worried but tried to calm her friend.

"Let's go home; I'll stop by and get a morning-after pill. I hardly remember anything, and I don't know if that man used protection. I just hope I didn't catch anything else."

"I wonder how he managed to enter your room."

"I don't know; maybe I didn't close the door properly in my rush to get to the restaurant. Just imagine if he's some maniac! It's terrifying."

"Do you remember the table with those handsome guys?" Thara, being Cuban, sometimes had a peculiar way of speaking.

"I remember. What happened to them?"

"I hooked up with the light-eyed blondie. We had an incredible night. I wish he could have stayed longer with me, but his friend called him, and he had to go to the airport. Uhmm."

"And what about that?"

"Hahaha, that guy was so damn hot."

Ahmed was inside the plane, his head leaning back, and he closed his eyes. The girl's face came to his mind again; she truly was beautiful. She had a special scent, and when she entered the room, that fragrance immediately filled his nostrils, making it impossible for him to resist. Besides, her body's curves were pleasant to touch. After such a long time without having sexual relations with anyone, he had done it in the worst possible way, forcing himself on such a delicate girl. He squeezed his temples with his hands, massaging them to try to alleviate the headache.

Cambell arrived a few minutes later, and seeing Ahmed deep in thought, he decided not to speak to him. His friend tended to get furious when bothered. After a while, the Arab opened his eyes.

"Wow, buddy, I thought you'd be in that position the whole flight. We're almost there."

Ahmed looked at him seriously, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and drank it before speaking.

"I need to know who that girl is and what the hell happened last night. I don't know who put the aphrodisiac in my drink. If it wasn't you, with all your insistence that I should be with someone, then I have no f***ing clue who it was or why."

"Do you think that girl had something to do with it? Maybe she knew you and wanted to be with you."

"Why would she do that? She didn't know I would enter her room by mistake. Besides, it was her first time, and I took it from her in the worst way. I don't think she knew me, and I had never seen her before."

He clenched his fist, shattering the crystal glass in his hand. He quickly wrapped his hand in a handkerchief to stop the bleeding.

Cambell looked at him in astonishment. His friend had a unique way of telling things. What an interesting night he had, and he thought Ahmed was just sleeping in his room, as boring as ever.

When they arrived in New York, they went straight to the corporate office. Shortly after their arrival, Ahmed received a call from Zafir.

"Hello, Zafir. What have you investigated?"

"Boss, the girl left the hotel. When we arrived, she was no longer there. I managed to get the footage from the hotel hallway cameras; I'll send it to you."

"Have you found out her name?"

"No, she registered with a fake identity."

"Damn! Keep investigating, it's crucial to get footage from the restaurant."

"I'll try, boss. The hotel staff is very tight-lipped. It was difficult to get the hallway footage, but as soon as I manage to obtain it, I'll send it to you."

"Okay."

Ahmed reviewed the footage. It showed Mía leaving the room with her friend. Undoubtedly, that was the girl he spent the night with. He would recognize that beautiful face anywhere. He saved the video carefully; it was the only thing he had of that girl for now.

In Los Angeles, a handsome man and a frivolous woman were gathered, celebrating that everything was going according to their plans. Soon, he would have a beautiful woman by his side, and he didn't care about everything he had done to achieve it.

Mía arrived home, and her sister Caroline welcomed her with joy. There was a lot of love between them, although their stepmother Sonia always tried to keep them apart. Later, Sonia arrived and called Mía to talk.

"Where were you? I've been trying to locate you." Her stepmother looked genuinely upset.

"That's my business, and I don't owe you any explanations."

"Carlo wouldn't be pleased to know that you didn't come home last night."

"I couldn't care less. You can inform him if you want."

"You better be careful not to ruin this engagement. You know what would happen if you don't marry him."

"I'm perfectly aware. Don't worry; I'll marry him."

Mía turned around and walked away to lock herself in her room. It was her sanctuary in that house, the only place where she felt at peace.

She fell asleep, and after a while, she felt someone lying next to her. She tried to get up, but she couldn't; strong arms imprisoned her.

"Shhh, little one, don't get up. We'll be husband and wife soon, so it doesn't matter if you let me caress you from now on." He leaned in to try to kiss her.

Mía managed to push the man away and immediately got up, completely furious.

"What the hell were you thinking when you decided to enter my room? Get out of here!"

"Mía, think twice before treating me this way. I love you."

"But I don't love you, and you know it. This marriage will be nothing more than a contract. Do you think you can buy me like an object and then come here to try and touch me? You're crazy; leave immediately."

"I know you're nervous about the wedding, and that's why you're acting like this. But all I can think about is the moment I can caress your skin and make you mine," Carlo said, raising his hand and starting to trace Mía's face with his finger.

Mía slapped his hand away and took him by the arm, forcibly pulling him up and pushing him out of her room. Carlo couldn't hide his annoyance; he would settle the score with her once they were married. For now, he had to contain his anger not to scare her away.

After she closed the door, she locked it this time and leaned her back against it, letting out a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, she saw Sonia, who looked furious. Mía tried to say something, but before she could, Sonia slapped her on the cheek. Sonia had no idea how much Mía wanted to retaliate for that treatment.

"Stupid little brat! Who do you think you are, treating Carlo like this? If he wants to be with you, you should comply without protest. How dare you drive him away? Soon, he will be your husband!"

"You know perfectly well why I agreed to marry him. If you touch me or raise your voice again, I won't marry him. I'm of legal age, and you can't force me. I'll take the inheritance my father left me and leave this place."

Sonia's demeanor changed immediately upon hearing those words, and her voice sounded sweet and melodic.

"Now, now, my dear, there's no need to argue. I just ask you to have a little patience when you're with Carlo. He loves you and is willing to do anything for you."

"I don't care if he loves me or not. To me, this is nothing more than a contract. He's a man who thinks he can buy everything with his money; he's despicable."

Mía slammed the door shut, almost causing Sonia to stumble backward.

"An unbearable brat! Thank God I'll get rid of you soon," Sonia muttered quietly so that Mía couldn't hear. She wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible; she had been a burden she had to bear. Fortunately, Carlo had been willing to pay a fortune for her, something Sonia had known how to take advantage of.

Her idiot of a husband had left all his fortune to Mía and Caroline when he died. Sonia, with the help of her lawyer, had deceived them into believing that the company had been inherited only by her. Bob had realized the kind of woman she was before he died; he had suspected her, so he changed the will months before his death.

With Mía out of her way, soon that entire fortune would belong to Sonia. She and her lover would enjoy it. After all, that old fool had been a nuisance for too long.

Ahmed couldn't believe that the girl had vanished. He was determined to search for her until he found her, no matter how much time it took. Her face and unique scent had been etched into his memory. Zafir was still in Los Angeles, investigating without any results. There was still no sign of that girl. Cambell entered his office, abruptly interrupting his thoughts, and Ahmed jumped as Cambell came in, as noisy as ever.

"Damn it, Cambell! I've told you to knock before entering. It's a basic rule to show a minimum of manners," Ahmed said, annoyed.

"Relax, buddy. It's not like I'm going to catch you in a compromising situation with someone. If that were the case, I'd be happy for you and even cheer you on," said the blond guy, smiling mischievously.

"What do you want? I hope it's something important," Ahmed replied.

"One of our partners in Los Angeles is getting married in a few weeks. His bachelor party is next week, and he has invited us."

"Is he one of the guys who attended that dinner the other day?"

"No, he couldn't make it. He sent his right-hand man instead."

"Fine, I'll go, but just for a little while. You know I'm not into those kinds of events."

"My friend, let me explain. Carlo Román Conti is one of our most important partners. He usually injects a significant amount of capital into our projects without questioning them. He might be offended if we turn down his invitation. He's about to invest in the creation of the new equipment, so we can produce them alongside the other models."

"Okay, I'll attend," Ahmed said with a look of annoyance. "You know I don't go to parties, but I'll be there for a short time and then leave. Those parties usually have too much noise and excess."

"Alright, brother, wise decision. There will surely be fun, and I intend to make the most of it," he said, rubbing his hands together with a smile.

"I'm only going for the party," grumbled Ahmed.

"You've been away from social life for four years, my friend. I'm relieved that this girl made you break your celibacy. I even started to think that maybe those rumors were true and that you had fallen in love with me, hahaha."

"You know what I've been through. I don't like you questioning my behavior or decisions. We're friends, but don't cross the line. You know my patience has its limits," Ahmed said, making a displeased expression.

"Okay, I better leave. See you when you're in a better mood," he said, raising his hands in a sign of surrender as he walked backward, which made Ahmed laugh.

Sometimes it was hard for him to put up with his friend's craziness, but he knew that in tough times, he could count on him, just like he had done years ago when he was the only one who stood by his side when he needed it the most.

As Ahmed was lost in his thoughts, he heard a knock on his office door, and a seductive blonde woman entered. She was stunning and voluptuous, walking towards him with a smile.

"Do you need something, Anelie?" Ahmed asked.

"Uhmm, you don't have to ask if you already know perfectly well," she stared at him while biting her lower lip.

"I meant about work. As for the other thing, I've told you before, if you want to keep your job, you need to change your behavior and attitude towards me. I'm not interested in you at all, you don't provoke anything in me, and you never will," Ahmed replied.

"Are you sure you can fire me? You know Lyna asked you to help me, and you promised her that you would. If you fire me, she won't be able to rest in peace," she said, leaning her body forward, revealing the low-cut blouse that barely covered her ample cleavage, and bringing her ample assets close to Ahmed's face. He turned his face away, trying to contain his anger.

"Leave immediately, Anelie, leave or I won't be responsible for my actions," Ahmed said firmly.

"I'll leave these documents here for you to review. Let me know when you're done so I can pick them up," she said, winking at him.

The blonde woman walked out, swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner. She had a stunning body, and she knew it. Ahmed had caught her eye a long time ago, which was why she had become friends with Lyna, so she could be close to him. She had tried every means to get his attention, but it seemed like Ahmed didn't notice her. She even pretended to love his children. When she heard the news of their deaths, she celebrated, thinking that without those nuisances in the way, it would be easier to conquer the Arab man.

Ahmed ran his hand through his hair; the audacity of that woman was unbelievable. She kept pushing, determined to conquer him, but instead of appealing to him, she only managed to exasperate him.

Hours later, after the last meeting of the day, Ahmed felt exhausted. He decided to spend the night in the room he had in the back of his office. There, he had clothes and everything he needed. He often stayed in that place as his house was large and cold, filled with beautiful memories: the children running through the halls, his wife smiling while cooking, the rose garden they planted together, and even the walls adorned with pictures that held precious memories.

As he left the meeting room and entered his office, he loosened his tie. All the staff had already left, leaving only him and the security guards in the building. He sat in front of his desk and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He wasn't an alcoholic, but he did enjoy a drink now and then.

As he sipped the contents of the glass, he looked at the photograph on his desk. In it, a happy family smiled back at him. He lowered his head, covering his face with his hands, and thick tears fell. After a few more sips, he got up and went into the bedroom.

Opening the door, he switched on the light and was surprised to find Anelie lying on the bed. She smiled at him while running her tongue across her lips, wearing a tiny lace lingerie. She stared at him, then gently caressed her breasts with her hands, parting her legs, trying to ignite desire in him.

"Come here, soothe this fire that ignites every time I see you."

Ahmed approached her, and the woman smiled even more, thinking she would finally achieve her goal. However, suddenly, she felt his grip tighten on her arm. He forced her to stand up and led her to the exit of the office. With a push, he threw her out, not before giving her a warning.

"Let this be the last time you do this. What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm sorry, Ahmed. You know I love you and desire you. I can't go out naked on the street. Please let me back in to get my clothes."

Ahmed closed the door and then reopened it, tossing her clothes at her.

"This is the last warning. Control yourself or leave."

Anelie didn't say anything, lowered her gaze, took her clothes, and left. She had no intention of giving up; Ahmed would eventually be hers.

Inside the room, Ahmed threw the sheets on the floor, replaced them with clean ones, and then lay down. He was so tired that he fell asleep quickly.

In his dream, a child smiled at him. In the distance, he saw a woman holding a baby in her arms. She looked at him, her gaze sad. He tried to get closer to them, but the more he tried, the farther away they seemed.

He woke up startled, covered in sweat, tears wetting his face. This happened every time he consumed too much alcohol. He tried to forget his sorrows with it, but instead, his memories became more vivid, turning into nightmares.

He lived in a kind of loop where things repeated continuously. Over and over, he relived the most painful memory of his existence, the one that gnawed at his insides: seeing his wife and small children inside those cold coffins. He wished to die to be with them, unable to forget the moment he had to leave them in that gloomy crypt.

He had a perfect life and family. If only life gave him the chance to have them back, everything would be so different.

After losing his family, he got lost in alcohol. Campbell was there every day, enduring his outbursts and insults. Slowly, he regained sobriety, but the nightmares accompanied him each day.

His parents had insisted that he return to Dubai, but he vehemently refused. He would not go back to the side of people who hated his family. Even his parents had refused to meet their grandchildren. Lyna had suffered for years because of all that.

He didn't know at what point in life he had lost his way. He had given up everything for her, and then he cast her aside. He believed he deserved this punishment.