Chapter 1

Chapter One

Saudi Arabia

Zayn Al-Abadi is the owner of countless resorts and islands, a powerful man, but he was betrayed by the only woman he ever loved and to whom he was engaged for three years.

Even though that story is in the past, he still feels the pain of betrayal and since then, he just has fun. For him, the more women the better, giving and receiving pleasure, nothing more.

Sex with someone you don't love is different for Zayn. His ex-fiancée drove him crazy in bed, no other woman has managed that feat and he believes he will never feel such pleasure with a woman again.

Zayn sighed sadly and kept walking until he entered one of his buildings.

An employee slipped right in front of him, knocking over the tray he was carrying. A bowl of soup fell on the sheik's white shirt, and he looked at him angrily, as well as feeling a slight burning in his stomach.

"Sir, forgive me! The floor is wet and I slipped," The official said as he tried to get up, but fell again, hitting his head. "Ouch!"

Zayn looks down at the floor and sees a puddle of water that has formed from the dripping air conditioning next to him. If the boy hadn't fallen before, he would have.

"Please, sir, don't send me away. I have children, I need the job," the employee asked as he stood up, grabbing a cloth napkin.

"Give me that!", Zayn took the piece of cloth, wiping himself quickly. "I'm not going to fire you, it was an accident.", he replies in a slightly harsh tone because he needs to change soon, he has a meeting before lunch.

"Thank you, sir!" The clumsy waiter thanked him, picking things up from the floor without stopping slipping.

Zayn frowned at the scene.

"Get someone to clean up this mess", he ordered, heading for his office.

A few minutes later, he took off his dirty shirt and put on a clean one that he had ordered from one of the stores in his resort as a matter of urgency. As he changed, he listened carefully to one of his security guards.

"Sir, we have a debtor who never pays on time. He has three loans that have been overdue for months. To his misfortune, I found him on the road and brought him to talk to you."

Zayn ponders as he buttons up his light blue shirt, looking at himself in the mirror which is part of the office decor.

"Bring him here," he orders, without any apparent emotion.

Then he sits down, waiting for his debtor to enter. He already has an idea who it is, he just doesn't know why he hasn't killed him yet, this being wouldn't be missed by anyone in the world.

"Here you are, sir," said the bouncer, cutting off his thoughts and pushing the man, who was staggering easily because he was a little drunk.

"Leave him and get out.", Zayn said, without stopping to look at the only human trafficker he knew 'still alive'.

The man in front of him is dirty from the desert dust and the horrible smell emanating from his body is due to the lack of a good shower.

"I want my payment and I want it today! It has to be today, before midnight, or I'll hunt you down! I'll be your worst nightmare...", Zayn said, with a serious look on his face.

The drug dealer's lips trembled as he tried to speak, his whole body shaking. The sensation that overtook him, apart from fear, was that of fainting.

"Sheik, I don't have any money, I've been trying to sell a woman who was kidnapped a few days ago, but I don't know why nobody wants her."

"I don't care how you get all the money, get on with it!"

'So, the dealer has an idea.' He smiled, showing his amalgam teeth.

"I can bring the young Brazilian girl to you as payment, she can be one of your odalisques. She has a beautiful body and hair the color of fire."

Curious, Zayn frowned, looked at the man in front of him and asked:

"How did you kidnap a Brazilian?"

"It was a package, sir, but the payer tricked me. So I took the young woman. I just need to bath her, because she's been with me for days and she's also a bit weak because she won't eat."

"I wonder what kind of food you feed her, it must be completely inedible," said Zayn, tense.

"It's not like that, sir, I've taken good care of her all these days."

"You've taken such good care of her that she hasn't bathed for days and hasn't eaten, I hope she's not dying, you desert worm!", Zayn shook his head in the negative.

"You know I'm against human trafficking," he said, grabbing his sword from the wall, and then striking a blow so fast that even the trafficker didn't notice. A trickle of blood ran down the disgusting man's face.

"Please, sir, don't kill me!", pleaded the man.

"What is your intention with the girl?", Zayn asked without patience, putting the tip of the sword to his neck and piercing it lightly until a drop of blood dripped out.

"I was going to hand her over to the boss in exchange for the money, but I'll offer her to a tribe in the desert if you don't want her as payment."

Zayn knows that the girl won't be treated well in the tribes, she'll be tortured, raped, and made a slave until she's killed.

With his heart softening at the thought of a frightened teenage girl, Zayn does something unexpected even for himself.

"Bring the girl in before midnight and I hope you haven't touched her. You'll lose your hand if you do!"

"By Allah, I swear I didn't touch her! I told you it's intact, you can check."

"All right, don't waste any more of my time with you. If I find out you're still trafficking people, I'll kill you mercilessly."

"I won't do it anymore, sir, I swear!", said the trafficker with his eyes wide and his hands raised.

Zayn puts the sword back in its sheath and hangs it on the wall. He then calls the security guard, who takes the dealer away from him.

Zayn keeps thinking about the young woman, and her fire-colored hair... He's seen a few red-haired women, but he's never had the pleasure of lying with one.

Back in his seat and concentrating on his work, he hardly has anything to do, as everything is up to date. His signatures are very important, as there are meetings during the day.

As soon as he finishes his work in the building in the city center, he heads for the beach to visit the resort that is being opened on one of its islands.

Wearing a turban and social clothes, he makes his way to where everyone is. As he passes a few people, he feels women's gazes burning into his back.

Zayn knows the effect he has on women, he is the most handsome Arab in his country.