Chapter 4

Chapter Four

 

Nana filled a basin with warm water and a clean cloth, sitting beside the bed and carefully removing the young woman's shoes so as not to startle her. Zayn watched attentively, taking note of the delicate, very injured feet.

 

Nana moistened the cloth and began gently wiping the damp fabric across the young woman's body, paying attention to her face, arms, legs, and feet. With the removal of all the dirt from days of walking through the desert and sleeping, only Allah knows where the true beauty of the fiery-haired woman became visible.

 

"Now I'm truly lost," Zayn thought. Even with his back turned as he cleaned the young woman, Nana felt the intensity of her dear Zayn's gaze and laughed, causing him to furrow his brow.

 

"What's the matter, Nana?" Zayn inquired.

 

"You look at her as if she were a pot of succulent honey."

 

"Honey? Yes, honey... Sweet, succulent, addictive," he clears his throat, interrupting his thoughts. "Looking at her is like looking at sunshine."

 

"From that perspective, she does seem like a ray of sunshine," Nana finished her work, admiring the girl's beauty. "Be careful, my dear; your interest is quite evident from afar. Before opening your heart to this girl, you need to find out if she's single, where she's from, her family's background... those things, so you won't be disappointed later."

 

"Stop with the nonsense, Nana. I'll simply take care of her. And when she feels better, she can continue her journey." Zayn's words left his mouth, but he hardly believed them.

 

Zayn heard the sound of the door opening once again and went to check. In the living room, he found the security guard and the doctor. His relief was immense upon seeing them because the young woman had been unconscious for a long time, and he feared for her life.

 

"Doctor," he said, extending his hand, "thank you for coming so late at night."

 

After a brief conversation with the doctor, he explained how the girl had ended up in his care and mentioned the lack of care in terms of hygiene and nutrition.

 

"Take me to her," the doctor requested, picking up the medical case he had left on the floor.

 

Zayn escorted the doctor to the room where the young woman lay.

 

Alone with the girl, Nana removed the rags that covered her, and now she was covered with the bedsheet.

 

"Nana, stay with the doctor; I'll wait in the living room," Zayn said.

 

"Yes, my son," Nana replied with a smile.

 

Back in the living room, Zayn invited the security guard to the kitchen because he was going to make tea for both of them.

 

"I appreciate it, sir, but I'm on duty, and I don't want to interfere."

 

"By Allah, let's go! I know you're tired, and a refreshing, strong tea will help you relax, as soon as the doctor leaves, you'll be off duty for today."

 

"Thank you, sheik," he replied, accepting the invitation for the drink.

 

Minutes later, the doctor joined Zayn in the kitchen, and Zayn looked up at him.

 

"So, doctor, how is she?"

 

"She's very weakened. I administered an injection, but I'm afraid it may not be enough, and she will likely have strong headaches when she wakes up," he said, opening his case and taking out a notepad where he wrote down some medications. "Her throat is very inflamed; she must have been exposed to low temperatures. I suggest that her initial diet be liquid since she's severely dehydrated and will have difficulty with solid food. Light broths, that's one of my main recommendations, at least for the first few days. And remember plenty of water and fresh juice. Only when she's feeling better, offer fruits and salads."

 

Zayn listened attentively to everything the doctor said.

 

"She endured a very traumatic experience when she was kidnapped."

 

"Yes, of course. I've also given her a sedative. She might appear tense when she wakes up, but she'll be calm. The possibility of her waking up in the early hours is high. Here are the prescriptions; get everything as quickly as possible. If anything, don't hesitate to call me."

 

"Of course, doctor. Thank you!"

 

The security guard accompanied the doctor to the door, while Zayn called a 24-hour pharmacy to request the medication.

 

Moments later, he returned to the room, looking at Nana and the young redhead.

 

"Nana, you can go rest; I'll need you tomorrow."

 

"Alright, I'm quite tired, but I'll wake up early to prepare your favorite breakfast," she said, lightly squeezing his cheek, as she had done since he was a boy.

 

Zayn smiled. Nana had raised him as her son since his mother had passed away shortly after his birth due to complications during childbirth.

 

Once Nana retired, Zayn changed into silk pajamas, went to the kitchen to have some water, and made a coffee to stay awake as long as possible.

Sipping on the steaming drink, he remained fixedly gazing at a spot on the floor. The sound of the doorbell roused him from his thoughts. He went to answer the door, finding a building staff member handing him the medications. Zayn silently thanked and bid farewell with a nod. After closing the door, he decided to make one last check on the beautiful young woman in the bedroom before returning to his coffee. She remained still and asleep.

 

In the kitchen, he returned to his coffee, pondering the stunning beauty of the redhead. When he thought of her fiery red hair, only one word came to his lips, and he savored it as if it were a sweet date:

 

“Sunshine.”

 

Finishing his coffee, he returned to the room. Seating himself in the armchair, in the dark, he admired the lovely porcelain face, illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window. Her red hair, once washed, would undoubtedly become even more beautiful, silky, and shiny than it already was. His thoughts about the woman were unsettling him. How could one woman affect him like this?

 

He had thought that only his ex”fiancée could drive him to distraction, but this woman… There was something about her that left him burning inside. While he was lost in his thoughts, she moved on the bed. She turned her face towards the window. With her feet, she lightly kicks the covers, which strip her down to her waist. Zayn swallows dryly at the sight of such beautiful, even small, breasts. He can't help the instant erection that seizes him.

 

“By Allah!”

He swallowed again as he looked down. His member ached, the intensity of the desire invading him almost overwhelming. He took a deep breath.

He believed that Nana had at least put one of his shirts on him. Zayn found it hard to believe that he was being so weak. He'd seen a lot of breasts in his life, but he'd never wanted a single pair of them as much as the ones in front of him right now.

He got up and approached the bed, trying not to notice the young woman too much. Unsuccessfully, of course. He covered the young woman, sighing with relief. He went to the bathroom to wash his face and wait for his insistent erection to calm down.

A few minutes passed and, calmer, he returned to the bedroom. The young woman sleeps like a beautiful red-haired angel.

“I hope she's single, otherwise I'll seduce her until she's mine,” he murmured, possessive with a seductive glint in his eyes.