Kidnapped by the Arab

The next morning, Ahmed returned to New York, feeling desperate to find the girl. As he arrived at his office, he attempted to focus on some important matters but found it impossible. He threw the documents down in frustration, feeling overwhelmed. Later, he received a call from Zafir and immediately picked up the phone.

“Hello, Zafir. Have you located her?”

“Not yet, but I managed to obtain the restaurant’s surveillance footage. I’ll send it to you right away; it contains crucial information.”

“Okay, I’ll check them out. Thanks,” Ahmed said, intrigued about what could be so important in those videos.

Zafir sent him a short video, and Ahmed was surprised by its content. It clearly showed a woman pouring something from an envelope into his drink while he had briefly stepped away to use the restroom. When he returned to the table, the woman proposed a toast to celebrate a deal they had just closed with another company, and everyone cheerfully raised their glasses. Some time later, Ahmed started feeling the effects.

The woman in the video was Sara Garner, a cold and calculating woman who had partnered with him a year ago. She had been trying to win him over, but Ahmed tolerated her because she was exceptionally skilled in business. Since she lived in Los Angeles, he didn’t see her often. However, this time she had gone too far, and he intended to make her aware of it. He reached for his phone to call Zafir.

“Hello, boss.”

“Zafir, ensure that our subsidiary there returns all the microchips we acquired from Garner Corporation.”

“Are you sure, sir? That will affect the production of the new devices.”

“It will be temporary. I’ll handle the return of all the chips that arrived here. I’ll patiently wait for Sara Garner to come and confront me. I’m certain she will.”

Ahmed found it hard to believe that a woman of Sara’s size and appearance could be so feared in the business world. She was short, standing at 1. 55 meters, very slender, with short black hair that reached her shoulders. Her sweet face could deceive anyone who didn’t know her true personality. Ruthless in business, she made it a hobby to destroy her enemies and collect lovers from all over the world.

In another video Zafir sent, Ahmed saw that a while after he went to his room, Sara also entered the hotel. She stood outside his door for some time, unaware that he was in the neighboring room. When she realized he wasn’t there, she left.

Now more than ever, Ahmed was determined to find the girl. He was convinced that she had been nothing more than a victim to Sara. He couldn’t understand why her essence had left such a strong impression on him. For four years, no one had managed to catch his attention, but now, with her, he couldn’t shake the feeling.

Countless women had tried to win him over, from successful models to magnificent businesswomen, but they all received the same result – he declined even their dinner invitations. Some rumors even suggested he might prefer men, partly fueled by his close friendship with Cambell, a well-known playboy.

Due to these rumors, some men began pursuing him. Once, a hotel employee mistook Ahmed’s kindness for something else and entered his room while he slept. He woke up startled when he felt someone touching him, and the poor guy received a few good punches. Fortunately, Cambell was staying in the room next door and arrived just in time.

Ahmed knew this was a serious matter, but Cambell couldn’t resist teasing him about it the next day.

Meanwhile, Carlo woke up late and felt a piercing headache as he attempted to get up. He had spent the previous night partying at his bachelor party and was now paying the price. Annoyed, he got up, realizing he had an important meeting to attend. If he didn’t hurry, he wouldn’t make it on time. Excessive living had become routine for him.

When he woke up, he felt someone pulling his arm. He was surprised because he was used to sleeping alone.

“What the hell?” he exclaimed.

“Get back in bed, handsome.”

He was surprised to hear that sweet voice. When he turned around, he saw the exotic dancer from the previous night lying naked next to him, and beside her was another girl who was still sleeping. The dancer smiled sensually at him. She was a beautiful woman with a splendid body.

“What the hell are you doing here? I clearly told you last night to leave, how dare you stay,” he said.

“We thought maybe you wanted some more fun, like we had last night,” the girl smiled, foolishly thinking he would agree.

Carlo went crazy. He never woke up next to a woman, especially not of that kind. He threw a pillow at the sleeping girl while shouting a series of insults. He grabbed both of them by the arm and dragged them out of the house, not caring that they were completely naked.

The girls resisted, wanting to grab their belongings, but he didn’t allow them. After kicking them out, he returned to the bedroom. He wanted to take a shower before doing anything else. Before doing so, he called the head of security to make sure none of his men helped those women.

They needed to be thrown out onto the street as they were. The bodyguards felt sorry for them but disobeying their boss’s orders was a death sentence, and they weren’t willing to take that risk. After all, the girls knew what they were getting into with that kind of job. They were escorted to the street.

The girls begged to be covered and for their purses to be returned, but the bodyguards lowered their heads and closed the door. It wasn’t the first time their boss had done this. It seemed like after being with the girls, he found them repulsive, which they couldn’t understand, but they avoided making any comments. They were there because he paid them well, and as long as they obediently followed his orders, they wouldn’t have any problems.

While he was showering, Carlo tried to control his anger. How dare those women assume he would be with them again? The only woman worthy of waking up next to him every day would be his wife. His mood improved when he remembered Mia, and reminiscing about the taste of her lips ignited his body. He grabbed his penis and began pleasuring himself, keeping his eyes closed as he imagined the moment when Mia would finally be his.

The deluded man had been thinking for some time about being the first in her bed, about being the one to teach her to love, to please him completely. He would make her, in his own way, into the kind of girl she needed, a girl who required a man like him, someone to obey, someone who would protect her at all costs from anything. In Ahmed’s office, Anelie listened behind the door to the conversation her boss was having with Cambell.

“My friend, you’ve become obsessed with that girl. She probably doesn’t even remember you.”

“It’s not obsession. I hurt her, and I want to fix it.”

“I didn’t think you were serious about that. I don’t recognize you, my friend.”

“I’ve never been more serious. She’s a beautiful girl, and I didn’t give her a chance. I took her first time in the worst way. She didn’t seek me out, I invaded her privacy, and that’s what I can’t get out of my head.”

“I hope you find her soon. The longer it takes, the harder it will be, especially if you forget what she looks like.”

“Forgetting such a beautiful face is something I will never do, that’s for sure. I won’t rest until I find her.”

“If you say so, you know that as always I support you. I hope you find her, and when you do, I hope she allows you to make amends.”

“It won’t be easy. I don’t even know how I will approach her, what I can say to not scare her off. She might reject me at first, I truly don’t know how she will react.”

Anelie returned to her desk, furious. She didn’t know who this girl they were talking about was, but if Ahmed found her, she would make her feel her wrath. He belonged to her and no one else. She believed Ahmed felt guilty because she used to be Lyna’s best friend, which was why he rejected her even though he desired her the same way she desired him.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

She would be patient and wait for him to realize his mistake. She thought Ahmed would tolerate her nonsense forever, but he was already tired. She was a vulgar woman who gave a bad image to his office, and she had no idea how to do her job properly. She spent her time bothering her colleagues to do her work for her.