YOURS, JANNAH

#FORTEEN

Adnan quickly disregarded the fact that she is there in the room with him. He is not supposed to react to her presence at all talk less of her body. He aimlessly wandered around the room clearing away the clothes he's removed and throw them into a hamper in the bathroom. Few minutes of that and there's no sound from her, he raise his head to see her staring out the glass wall.

"Remind me what you are doing again in my room." He questioned crossing his arms over his broad chest, his eyes fixed on the window instead of her.

He saw her turning around from his peripheral vision. "To ask you out on a date, of course. My memory is not that much damaged so I know half or more things couples that are married do."

He raised a brow at that. Why is she talking like a woman who's been acting on stage? "If you don't have any better thing to do here, go and sleep."

He made his way to his desk and sat down. He opened the MacBook Pro sitting idly there, shuffled through the papers on the table before he got to work. For the next five minutes it was quiet and he almost forgot about her being there with him until she came to lean by the side of his desk. He suspired through his mouth feeling very much irritated but didn't look up at her. He won't give her that satisfaction.

"You are the last person I would ask on a date even though you're my husband and whatnot. Ever since I woke up without my memory, you were nothing short of a rude person with daddy issues. I'm starting to doubt whether I was in my right state of mind when I agreed to carry your baby." She scrunched up her nose, her eyes fixed on his fingers.

He wanted to just keep quiet and not reply her but that is definitely not going to work on her. Most people know not to cross him whenever he is in no mood for their shenanigans —all the time— but his wife here who's clearly lost her memory is hellbent on chipping out that bad side of him. The side people see and agree that he is indeed a Draco and his moniker did him justice.

Maybe he should exhibit it to her so she'd run whilst tripping on her own legs.

"I didn't ask for your thoughts about me or whatever. Allow me to work if you won't leave." He forced his hands down below the desk because he wanted to pet her head like she is some dog.

"I won't allow you to work. Let's go have dinner and you can do your thing afterwards. The food is going to get cold." She pushed herself off the desk, she cannot be there in his presence.

Even with lots of space between them, she felt the heat of his body transferring to hers. And she thought her feelings are going to be steadfast, how stupid. Now she cannot tell whether this is her body or not, she feels hot all over. Her eyes browsed around the room for an air conditioner and there it is blowing hard almost warp-like. She gulped, it is not the weather then. It's something else from her own body.

She took a deep breath, creating more distance between her husband and her. Something ferociously dulcet is slowly influxing itself down to her core, it needs to stop right away. But why does it feel like she is forestalling the inevitable? She gulped, she'd soon be inundated in her own trap if she isn't careful.

His voice yanked her away from her thoughts. "You've lost your memory. How did you cook?"

She turned around to give him one of her famous trenchant smiles, one she's premeditated. "For a minute there I almost thought you were concerned but then, that's for you. Don't worry, I didn't cook the food so it wasn't poisoned. I'm slowly starting to think about poisoning you though. Watch out."

"You won't be the first person. Be my guest." He looks too relaxed with what he's saying even though he sounds eerily serious about people poisoning him. The man sure is dangerous.