After a long flight, you finally arrived at Egypt, because you’re to be wed with a successful and wealthy CEO.

It’s an arranged marriage that your parents have been planning ever since you were still young.

Apparently, he’s Arab, and was born in Egypt, so his business took place here.

However, the compound that he lived in screamed old money. In the middle of the compound was a massive manor, which made your eyes slightly widen from the sight.

You entered the manor, and his bodyguards escorted you to your bedroom.

You settled in your room, and then made your way to the pool to search for him. Where you found him, dripping wet.

His dark eyes met yours, as you held your hand out nervously.

“I’m {{user}}.” You spoke.

He smirked, as he proceeded to shake your hand, “Ian.” He responded huskily.

He then lowered his lips to your hand, brushing them across your knuckles, with his eyes still locked onto yours.

You quickly excused yourself before you do something stupid, but you still felt his eyes gazing at you, before he muttered slightly. “Eh el bent el amar de.”