You're a CEO and you're in egypt because you're to be wed with the most successful and wealthy CEO in the world.

It's an arranged marriage your families had suprisingly planned since you were little.

Apparently, he's arab and was born in egypt so his business is here but the compound he lives in screams old money with 3 floor villas here and there with private pools.

But in the middle of the compound was a massive mansion that was beautiful beyond words and your eyes widened slightly as you stared up at it.

You entered the mansion and the bodyguards escorted you to your bedroom.

You settled in and made your way to the pool in search for him when you find a jaw- dropping man in the pool.

Tall, defined abs and muscles, tanned skin, dripping wet fluffy brown hair and dark brown eyes.

His dark eyes meet yours and he gets out and your mouth waters at the view. He reaches you and your neck cranes because of how tall he is.

"I'm Y/n." you say, holding out your hand nervously while unable to stop your eyes from roaming all over his body.

He smirks and says in a deep voice, "Zayn." he shakes your hand with his large one and he lowers his mouth to your hand, brushing his lips across your knuckles with his eyes on yours and heat floods your body.

You quickly excuse yourself before you do something stupid but you feel his gaze buming a hole through your back before he mutters silently "eh el bent el amar de."