Kidnapped by the Arab

Things between Aisha and Ahmed were not going well. She requested that her clothes and personal belongings be moved to another room to avoid Ahmed seeking her out at night. Caroline would stay with her, as Aisha wanted to return to New York and find Carlo, making him believe she wanted to live with him.

“Sister, I don’t think you should do it. I know that both you and I want to avenge our father’s death, but I don’t want you to put yourself in danger. We don’t know what Carlo is capable of doing to you for leaving him at the altar.”

“I really don’t know what to do. Our father’s death cannot go unpunished.”

Meanwhile, Carlo was planning his trip to Dubai, bringing Vittoria with him to gain the Sheikh’s trust. He believed that going alone might prevent him from meeting the Sheikha, and he was curious about her since her identity was kept secret by Ahmed, just as his father had done with his mother. So far, nobody outside the palace knew her face.

That night, in Aisha’s room, she was gathered with Caroline and Amira.

“Sister-in-law, I need to tell you something.”

“Tell me, what’s wrong?”

“The day Mom came with the Amin family, when I went to the garden, I met a very handsome guy. He turned out to be Arasha’s younger brother, but I assure you he’s very different from the rest of the Amin family. He’s very attentive and polite; I liked him a lot, and I think he liked me too. Please, Ahmed should not know that I was alone with a man in the garden at night. I know he thinks differently, but I’d be embarrassed if he found out, even though I did nothing improper.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell him anything. I see that you really liked that guy,” said Aisha, blushing.

“Tomorrow, there will be an equestrian event. I heard Ahmed say that he will be receiving some guests from the United States, apparently an old business associate and his wife.”

“That’s great! We can socialize with people from our country with a more open mindset,” Caroline exclaimed excitedly, then realized she said it in front of Amira and covered her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry, what you said is just the truth,” Amira replied.

At that moment, Ahmed knocked on the door and asked Caroline and Amira to leave for a moment.

“Hello,” Aisha said.

“What are you doing here? I was clear that I don’t want to see you.”

“I know, but I need to talk to you about something very important.”

“I’m listening.”

“Tomorrow, I will receive an old business associate.”

“I know, Raccha told me.”

“Apparently, news travels fast within this palace.”

“I assume you want me to accompany you to greet them. I’ll do it, just to follow protocol.”

Ahmed approached her, and Aisha instinctively moved back, stumbled, and before falling, he caught her in his arms.

“You have no idea how I feel when I’m not close to you. Last night was a nightmare; the nightmares came back. Just the thought of losing you terrifies me,” he said, looking into her eyes.

She blinked rapidly, and he took her hands and placed them on his chest.

“Feel how fast my heart is beating; it’s all because of you. I know I shouldn’t have kept what Carlo told me a secret. I felt that moment wasn’t right; I was planning to tell you when I had a plan to make him pay, but I haven’t done that. In this place, I don’t even have time to breathe.”

He caressed her face with his hand and then kissed her passionately. That night, like many others, he wanted to memorize every part of her body. He undressed her quickly, and she let herself be carried away. He kissed her neck and lightly squeezed her breasts, causing her to let out a small cry.

“You drive me completely crazy,” he said.

He continued to caress her, placed one of his hands between her thighs, and started moving it slowly. He placed one of his fingers on her most sensitive spot and began to trace small circles on it. He guided her to the bed and laid her down, opening her legs with his hands. He started sucking her core with his eager mouth, wanting Aisha to need him as much as he needed her. When he felt that she couldn’t take it anymore, he entered her with a single movement, moving with force.

“You’re mine, only mine, and I will never allow you to leave my side,” he exclaimed before kissing her again.

They finished exhausted, and Aisha turned her back to him. He approached and embraced her, and they fell asleep like that. In the morning, she woke up while Ahmed was still sleeping. She tried to remove his arm from around her, but he woke up and pulled her tightly against his body.

“Hello, little one, good morning.”

“Good morning.”

“I have something to tell you; I need you to take it calmly. The ex-business associate who will come is Carlo Román.”

“It can’t be. You can’t allow it.”

“I imagine he’s coming to keep an eye on Caroline. I don’t think he knows you’re here.”

“I’m not ready to face him yet.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll wear the hijab at all times. My mother has never shown her face outside the palace or allowed her picture to be taken. She has always been a mystery to the rest of the world. With the robe and hijab, it will be almost impossible for him to recognize you. You can pretend to speak with a different voice and only talk when necessary.”

“Can’t you prevent him from coming?”

“No, it would seem more suspicious if I did. I was informed that he’s arriving with his wife. I don’t understand why he’s still looking for you if he’s already married.”

That night, Amira had given Caroline another room, and after waiting for a few minutes, they realized that Ahmed wouldn’t leave. They heard strange noises and quickly left the room.

Carlo had convinced his mother to allow Vittoria to accompany him. Greta was worried about the baby’s safety, but she agreed after her son promised to take good care of them.

In Dubai, the equestrian event was about to begin. Ahmed had sent a chauffeur to the airport to receive Carlo, taking him directly to the event.

Aisha was nervous, completely covered, with only her eyes visible. When the van with the guests arrived, Ahmed took her hand, and they approached to welcome them. Carlo got out of the vehicle, followed by Vittoria. Aisha observed her, seeing her as a very beautiful girl. Vittoria seemed to radiate infinite sadness and kept her head down. On the other hand, Carlo appeared to be the same idiot as always.

“Salam Alaikum,” greeted Ahmed politely, putting his arm around Carlo’s shoulder, trying to remain calm, even though he wanted to tear him apart with his bare hands. Carlo was definitely crazy if he thought he could take Aisha away from him.

“As-Salaam Alaikum,” Carlo replied with a smile.

“This is my wife, Aisha,” Ahmed said, nodding slightly, making a great effort to control himself. Just seeing Carlo made him feel nauseous.

“Allow me to introduce my wife, Vittoria,” Carlo said. The woman smiled faintly, and Aisha approached and greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks.

They were taken to their seats to watch the event. Ahmed gave Carlo some binoculars, and the Italian discreetly observed Aisha. Seeing her fully covered intrigued him; he found it a strange custom.

Neither Aisha nor Vittoria spoke during the rest of the afternoon. Ahmed and Carlo were deeply involved in a conversation about horses. The Sheikh made an enormous effort to tolerate Carlo’s presence, hoping the visit wouldn’t last long.

When the event ended, they returned to the palace. Ahmed took Carlo to their room and bid him goodbye, then went to his room.

“Phew, finally a little peace. I’ve felt tense,” said Ahmed.

“Imagine how I felt, having the cowardly murderer of my father in front of me and not being able to confront him,” replied Aisha.

Ahmed approached her from behind and hugged her. She sighed, feeling peaceful by his side. They made love again; Ahmed couldn’t keep his hands still when he was near her. She fulfilled him completely in every way.

Carlo had persuaded his mother to allow Vittoria to accompany him. Greta was worried about the baby’s safety, but she agreed due to her son’s insistence. After he promised to take good care of them, she reluctantly let them go.

In Dubai, the equestrian event was about to begin. Ahmed had sent a chauffeur to the airport to pick up Carlo, taking him directly to the event.

Aisha was nervous, completely covered, only her eyes were visible. When the van with the guests arrived, Ahmed took her hand, and they approached to receive them. Carlo got out of the vehicle, followed by Vittoria. Aisha observed her; she was a very beautiful girl. She noticed an infinite sadness reflected on Vittoria’s face, as she kept her head down all the time. In contrast, Carlo seemed like the same jerk as always.

“Salam Alaikum,” Ahmed greeted courteously, placing his other arm around Carlo’s shoulder. He was trying to stay calm when all he wanted at that moment was to tear that man apart with his own hands. That idiot was definitely insane if he thought Ahmed would allow him to take Aisha away from his side.

“As Salaam Alaikum,” Carlo replied with a smile.

“This is my wife, Aisha,” Ahmed greeted with a slight nod. He was making a great effort to control himself and felt nauseous just looking at him.

“Let me introduce you to my wife, Vittoria,” the woman smiled slightly. Aisha approached and greeted her with a kiss on both cheeks.

They were then taken to the place where they were observing the event, and they all sat down. Ahmed handed Carlo a pair of binoculars, and the Italian discreetly observed Aisha, finding her completely covered to be a strange custom.

Neither Aisha nor Vittoria spoke for the rest of the evening. Ahmed and Carlo engaged in a conversation about horses, and the Sheikh was making a huge effort to endure it, hoping that their visit would not last too long.

After the event, they headed to the palace, with Ahmed and Carlo in one car, and Vittoria and Aisha in the other.

“Are you tired from the journey?” Aisha asked.

“A bit,” the blonde replied, looking curiously out the window at a distant light show.

“Those are the lights of the dancing fountain at the Burj Khalifa.”

“Beautiful spectacle.”

When they arrived at the palace, Ahmed immediately led them to their room, said his goodbyes, and then went to his own room.

“At last, some peace. I’ve felt tense,” Ahmed said.

“Imagine how I’ve felt, having the cowardly murderer of my father in front of me and not being able to confront him.”

Ahmed approached her from behind and hugged her. She sighed, feeling peaceful at his side, and they made love once again. Ahmed couldn’t keep his hands still when he was near her; she fulfilled him in every sense.

Carlo had no idea that the love of his life was just a few steps away from him. Vittoria didn’t want to sleep beside him, so she lay down on a comfortable armchair next to the bed.

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“Oh, no, I just found this chair comfortable,” Vittoria lied.

“You’re terrible at lying. Come here; I need to relax, and that’s the least you can do for me.”

Vittoria began to tremble, fearing for her baby, as that man was handling her in the worst way.