Kidnapped by the Arab

Cambell didn’t want to acknowledge what he was feeling, so he decided to divert his friend’s attention.

“Look who’s talking, the man who sent people all over Los Angeles looking for the girl he spent one night with.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Alright, just go already before she notices.”

“My best friend is kicking me out of his house for a girl.”

He walked out, putting his hand over his chest, feigning a gesture of sadness that made Ahmed laugh.

The Arab stayed behind, analyzing everything that had happened. He decided to approach Mía gradually, not wanting to scare her off. For now, he wouldn’t reveal his true feelings.

Later that night, Mía woke up from another recurring nightmare. She decided to go downstairs in her pajamas, a small top, and short shorts, thinking that at that hour, no one would be around to see her.

To her surprise, she found Ahmed in the kitchen, leaning against the island. He was wearing only cotton pajama pants, revealing his well-toned abdomen. Mía felt a strange warmth wash over her body.

“Hello, are you having trouble sleeping too?”

Mía didn’t answer, still absorbed in observing his perfect physique.

“Are you alright? Hey, Mía.”

Ahmed approached her and touched her arm, snapping her out of her daze. Embarrassed, she blushed, and Ahmed smirked, noticing her flustered state. He was pleased to see that she wasn’t indifferent to him.

Mía replied, trying to appear calm, “Yes, I’m fine. It just surprised me to find someone in the kitchen at this hour. I couldn’t sleep, so I came down for a warm glass of milk.”

Ahmed poured her a glass of milk and offered it to her. “Here, take it. I couldn’t sleep either, so I came down for a warm glass of milk. It helps me relax.”

“Thank you,” Mía said, taking the glass. Ahmed then took out two pieces of cake from the refrigerator and placed one in front of her.

“Care to join me?” he asked.

“Of course, thanks.”

Mía still felt embarrassed about almost devouring him with her eyes earlier. Ahmed observed her eating, finding her movements oddly amusing. Then he noticed her licking her lips to clean off some cake, and he couldn’t help but blush. “Damn, that was sexy,” he thought.

Now it was his turn to turn red. He quickly stood up and bid her goodnight, needing to take a cold shower to get rid of all the naughty thoughts that had crossed his mind.

“See you tomorrow. Sleep well,” he said.

“Goodnight, thanks,” Mía replied, completely unaware of Ahmed’s inner turmoil.

Ahmed entered his room and went straight to the bathroom, standing under the icy water to clear his mind. It would be tough having her under the same roof and not being able to touch her. That girl was devilishly beautiful, and unintentionally, she had enchanted his thoughts.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Carlo was becoming increasingly moody. He had men closely following both Caroline and Thara, and their phones were tapped, but they had no clue about Mía’s whereabouts. It seemed like she had disappeared without a trace.

Sonia dared to visit him in his office. He was in a bad mood and spoke rudely to her.

“What do you want here, Sonia? I’m not in the mood to put up with you.”

“What happened wasn’t my fault. You should have had better surveillance at the church. I’ve come to collect what you promised me. I expect you to fulfill your end of the deal.”

“Hahaha, you’re shameless. Do you really think I’ll give you that fortune without having Mía with me? Get out of here, or I’ll call security. You better hope Mía shows up, or I’ll ruin you.”

“Mía was with a man in the church office just before the ceremony.”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I forgot amidst all the chaos.”

“Who was that man? Tell me right now.”

“I have no idea. I had never seen him before, and I didn’t pay attention to him. I wouldn’t recognize him even if he were right in front of me. It could have been anyone.”

Carlo stood up, approached her, and grabbed her by the neck. “You’re so stupid. You should have told me right away.”

He threw her forcefully against the wall, and Sonia let out a loud scream as she hit her head.

“Get out of here, Sonia, and pray, pray a lot that I find her, or you’ll be lost.”

She ran out of there, unable to hold back the tears. It wasn’t just because of the pain from the blow; she knew she could lose everything. “Damn Mía! It’s all her fault,” she thought.

Carlo called his trusted man, Joseph.

“Hello, boss.”

“I need you to investigate if the church has security cameras. If they do, get the recorded footage, especially from the office. Get everything you can from that day.”

“Alright, I’ll do it right away.”

He hung up and grabbed a bottle of liquor, drinking directly from it. When he finished, he shouted for his secretary, Constanza, who hurriedly came in.

“Constance.”

“Yes, sir. Do you need something?”

The secretary trembled; she got nervous whenever she saw him in a bad mood.

“Lock the door.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Stop saying ‘yes, sir’ all the time. You have no identity of your own; you’re so weak.”

Tears threatened to fall from the girl’s eyes, but she endured all the humiliations from Carlo because she was in love with him.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me. Today, I’ll give you what you want. You’ll be mine.”

He approached her and, without giving her time to respond, he kissed her. The naive girl let herself be carried away by her feelings. She had been working for Carlo for a year, and she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity to finally be in his arms.

“Take off your skirt and underwear, then sit on the desk with your legs open.”

Constanza blushed and followed his instructions, her movements clumsy.

“Hahaha,” Carlo laughed cynically. She wasn’t remotely sexy.

He approached her, tore off her blouse, and did the same with her bra. He kissed her intensely, and Constanza moaned softly as he sucked on her breasts.

He grabbed her waist and forced her to turn around, entering her without hesitation, just as he always did with women. To him, they were mere objects that provided pleasure, except for Mía. She was different; what he felt for her was something else.

Constanza couldn’t help but scream with each thrust, feeling like she reached the sky twice. Carlo was an unstoppable god in bed. Fortunately, the office was soundproofed, or the entire building would know what was happening inside.

Carlo grunted loudly when he finally released all the pent-up tension. For him, this was casual sex, a way to release the pressure. He withdrew from her and went to his bathroom, leaving her alone and exposed on the desk.

When he came out, Constanza had already dressed, but her blouse was missing some buttons. He looked at her with disdain.

“Let’s see how you solve that. I don’t want the other employees noticing anything. What happened won’t happen again. I’m never with a woman twice. If you weren’t so efficient at your job, I’d fire you. It’s hard to find someone who does their job as well as you.”

Constanza couldn’t help but cry; she felt used and humiliated. Moments ago, she had been on cloud nine.

“Don’t cry. It’s not like it was your first time. You’ve probably been with so many men. Now get out of here immediately and fix yourself; you look like a mess.”

The girl obeyed her boss, leaving quickly. She took her coat and purse and headed to the bathroom. Fortunately, she was alone in that area; her colleagues only passed by when they needed something. She cried bitterly; she had let it happen again. She was a fool who didn’t learn that some men had no heart.

Ahmed had left early for the office and later asked Cambell to come and talk with him.

“What happened, friend? You can tell you didn’t sleep well. Don’t tell me you had those nightmares again.”

“That, and Mía.”

“What’s wrong with Mía?”

“It’s too tempting to be under the same roof. I don’t know if I can control myself.”

Cambell smiled at his friend’s confession. He had given up hope that Ahmed would fall in love again. Lyna had been the love of his life, and even though he treated her indifferently over time, he was glad that Ahmed was giving love another chance. He knew that this time he would behave properly.