Chapter 3

Hanna's POV

I couldn't contain my puzzled look at that man. There he was, the same as the night before. The clean beard, the blue eyes and the sculptural body that attracted me like a bee looking for a flower. My breathing quickened. Who was he? And why were you following me? This was no coincidence. It couldn't be. He was there, in front of me, looking at me with such longing. But the eyes were still sad. Was he suffering? I was pretty sure he wasn't a hallucination, or a ghost, for I could hear the chime of the bells as the shop door closed. What was happening to me? Who was that man? And why did you mess with me so much?

After work I went home, looking around, trying to see if anyone was following me. How could I be attracted to a man I didn't know. What if he was a criminal? I was losing my mind.

I walked, because my apartment was a few blocks away from the store, but on the way I felt like someone was behind me. I looked back a few times and felt my body go numb with fear. When I entered an alley that was behind my street, I came across a strange man watching me. I tried to turn around, but there was already another one behind me. They were loud and scary. One of them had a pocketknife in his hand and asked for my purse. I handed it over and begged them to let me go, but one of them caught me from behind giving me a tie around my neck. The other advanced slowly and began to touch me. I felt sick and wanted to scream, but the man had the knife pointed at my throat. I was lost. I felt a prick in my arm and watched as the man had just injected me with something.

I was already preparing to die without the slightest chance of defense, when a thick, firm voice echoed down the hall.

“Let the girl go”

The man touching me turned around and that's when I saw him. My mysterious admirer. It was him. I felt my face burn when he said:

“Are you okay, princess?”

"Princess? So you're her boyfriend? Now it got even more interesting. I'll take care of you and then I'll fuck her in front of you” – assured the man who now had his back to me.

I couldn't help but notice the shadow that took over my mysterious admirer's eyes. The blue eyes darkened and his jaw twitched as the thug said that.

“You don't touch a woman without her consent. And you will learn to respect a lady from now on” – he said as he walked down the hall towards the man who had pulled a knife from his waist.

My eyes tried to warn him, but my vision started to blur. He noticed my desperation and tried to calm me down by nodding his head in the affirmative. I took a deep breath and gave him a slight smile. I felt dizzy and nauseous. The bandit advanced towards him and, with extreme ease, my admirer disarmed him. The man tried to fight back but was thrown to the ground. My blue-eyed savior climbed on top of him and started punching his face until he collapsed.

I would have been relieved if it weren't for the arm tightening around my neck. In addition, an uneasiness took hold of me, making my stomach sick. Pointing the knife at my waist, the man screamed that he was going to kill me. It was then that several men in black appeared at the entrance to the hall.

“Let her go. You have no way to escape. It's going to be okay, princess” - his deep voice invaded my body as if I recognized his address. I started to get out of breath and he must have noticed because his eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. I was about to pass out when I noticed the man let go of my body. Before falling to the ground, I felt strong arms reach for me. His huge blue eyes were the last thing I noticed before I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in a totally unfamiliar place. The blurry image became clearer until I noticed I was in a room. I looked around and saw him, lying on a couch, shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants. My eyes roamed over every part of his body, making me choke. Where I was? I tried to get up and groaned, feeling a sharp pain in the back of my neck. He woke up startled and ran to me.

“Don't get up so quickly. You are still weak.”  he whispered, supporting my head and pulling me back down. His touch was so warm and soft it produced a feeling of well-being throughout my body.

"Where I am? Who are you?"  I asked feeling my voice distorted.

“My name is Caled and you are in my house. Don't worry, I've already warned Samir, your father. He works for me. Here you are protected” he touched my face and a sense of peace invaded everything.

I was thirsty and asked for a glass of water. When he got up and walked over to the table next to the bed, I got a full view of his body. And what a beautiful body! The sight of his broad back muscles and perfect butt made my pulse quicken. When he came back and handed me the glass of water, I lost myself in his chest. I noticed it rise and fall, as if her breathing was quickening. I raised my eyes to his mouth and noticed that he was wearing a confused expression. As if trying to decipher me.

"Are you better?"  he asked me in a calm and calm voice.

“My head still hurts,” I replied after taking a sip of water.

“The doctor left me some pain medicine. I will get"

Again he stood up, giving me the full view of his body. Only this time he wore a very baggy shirt. I think he noticed my greedy look. At least I understood that he was a gentleman and didn't want to embarrass me.

“Why were you on my show? And then at the bookstore?” I asked when he handed me the pill.

“It was just a coincidence.” he responded by getting up and pacing back and forth. I was restless. And that answer didn't convince me.

"Strange. It didn't seem like a coincidence. Why did it suddenly disappear?”  I insisted.

He stopped in front of me and just as I thought he was going to say something, the doorbell rang. He excused himself and withdrew to answer. A little later my brother entered the room. He was very nervous and hugged me. I told him what had happened, in detail.

“And who is this Arab god who saved you? Who is this man?"  he spoke quietly as if he were afraid someone would hear him.

My brother was gay, but my father couldn't even dream of it. In his religion it was a very serious sin. But we were both born in the United States and raised very far from the customs of the Islamic religion. By the time my brother told me he was gay, I had already figured it out and I fully supported him.

A few minutes later my father entered the room accompanied by my admirer. He hugged me for a long time and said we needed to talk.

"What happened? Why are you so nervous?” My dad's hands were cold and I realized he had something very serious to reveal to me.

Sitting next to me on the bed, he started crying and kissing my hand. It broke my heart into a thousand pieces. I had never seen my father cry. Not even when my mother died. It was clear to me that there was something very serious going on.

“I never told you how I met your mother. Remember you asked us and I tried to change the subject?” he asked looking at me through tears. His eyes were red and sad. I looked at my father tenderly. A full beard stood out on his thin face, which already showed the signs of old age.

"Of course I remember. You never wanted to tell us. I just said it was love at first sight.” I remembered, running my hand over his face.

“I am the son of a very powerful sheikh in Mudab , my home country. When I met your mother, she was on vacation, touring the UAE. When I saw her, an overwhelming passion seized my heart. We spent weeks meeting in hiding, and one day she told me she was pregnant with you. I was promised to marry a woman of our religion and so I could not marry her mother. I had no choice and I didn't even think twice. I would never let my love go, taking my child in her womb. That's why I fled with her to the United States. What I did was a very serious offense to my family. My father didn't force me to come back, but he never said if he forgave me either.”

“So you're a sheikh's son? And what does that mean? That you are rich?”   I asked shocked.

As my father spoke, I observed the man behind him a few times. Arms folded, in a haughty posture, he looked at me with concern. As if I was going to dismount when I got that news. It was like he was there to make sure I didn't have a fit when I heard what my dad had to say.

“Actually I am one of the heirs of a millionaire fortune. You have no idea how much money my family owns. But the moment I abandoned everything to run away with your mother, I gave up my rights in my father's inheritance. While there are legal ways to get my share, it's not what I want. For me, money was never the most important thing, it was your love.”   when my father said that, I threw myself into his arms. I always loved him more than anything. But now I admired him as a man. Knowing that he abandoned everything for me and my mother only made me love him even more.

“We don't need that inheritance, Father. We have each other”  said after kissing her cheek.

"Yes, daughter. But unfortunately I discovered that my father's enemies have located us and are after you. They were the ones who killed your mother. And now they are threatening your life.”

“ Threatening me ? But why me?” I jumped on the bed and felt my pulse quicken.

“We don't know yet, but we're investigating” the man behind my father spoke in his usual low, paused voice.

"I do not understand"  I put my hands to my head feeling dizzy again.

“I know you are confused, my daughter. But I need you to stay at Caled 's for a while. He is the only one who can protect you.” my father took my hands in his and pleaded.

"Stay here? I can not. And my job? My shows? I cannot hide here like a prisoner.”  I screamed completely changed.

“It is for a short time, my daughter”

“No, father! And you? If you are threatening me, you are also at risk.”  I started panting, feeling really weird. My heart was pounding frantically. I was freaking out. When I found myself, the man my father called Caled handed me a glass of water and a pill, which I took immediately. I tried to say something, but the words didn't make sense. A few minutes later I blacked out.

That was the first night I dreamed as the mystery man. I was lost in a desert and I was begging God for some water. The feeling of heat was intense and I watched as a hawk flew over my head, going to land on an Oasis, just ahead. I tried to run, but my body was so weak that I couldn't move anymore. Then he stopped beside me. He was mounted on a white horse and dressed in a black robe like those Arabs I saw in the movies. He reached out and pulled me onto his horse. He sat me down in front of him and started to ride towards the Oasis. I felt his body against mine, causing me maddening sensations. When we arrived at the little paradise in the middle of the desert, he came down and took me in his arms. Our bodies were so close I could hear his heart pounding. He touched my face gently and invaded my lips with his warm, soft mouth. It tasted salty and I could feel his tongue tangling with mine. My whole body heated up and I could feel my entrance throbbing like never before. His cock was growing between my legs, making me want more and more for him to hold me against him. Then a deep, frightening voice shouted in the distance:

"I will kill you"

I woke up choking and realized the man was in front of me, completely stunned. I had just had an erotic dream about my secret admirer. I was lost.