YOURS, JANNAH

#TWENTY

Adnan made it to the pool in record time with Aisha trailing behind him grinning like an idiot. When he made it to the edge, he leaned down closely where Jannah is but she is right in the middle so there is no way his hands could've reached her. He murmured inaudibly beneath his breath before he jumped inside, he is a great swimmer. His form of exercise apart from polo and well, running.

He swam to where she is and caught her waist in his strong arms, pulled her closer to his chest. He perused over her for any sign of injury or something but zilch so he narrowed his eyes at her. She did the same because all she wanted to do at that moment was drown him inside that pool but he is stronger than her, holding her like she was a doll.

And another reason she cannot do that, her stomach is filled with dragons, the Draco released his minions inside of her making it hard for her to think straight. The water is extremely cold against her skin, biting on it while promising to make her sick for the rest of the night and probably the next day and if she is unfortunate like most of her luck, to next tomorrow.

She cannot see clearly without her glasses on. God knows where they landed when she fell from the balcony! It's a wonder she survived seriously, many wouldn't have been that fortunate.

She chattered through her cold teeth. "You manipulative, arrogant, ugly..." She tried to think of the nastiest word possible, while her hand rose to slap him.

"Go on..." Adnan said gruffly then added arrogantly. "If it will make you feel better."

Jannah stared at him, so handsome in his grey sweatshirt, arms huge and chest robust, so strong and invulnerable that one slap would only amuse him. She curled her shaking hand into a fist and clenched it against her middle, using all her will to control her tumult of emotions. She won't embarrass herself.

He gave a wry grin that made her blood boil scathingly but what is more worse and stupid? The way she stared at his lips instead of glaring at him right in the eye. His lips looks tender, vicious and just too sinful for her not to have tasted it in their four years of marriage. He robbed her off her own right, the bastard here.

"I don't like that this version of yours curse like a sailor, it's disheartening but another punishment might come for that too. Be careful."

She gnashed her teeth and dug her growing nails deep into his arms, he didn't move nor flinch making her feel debilitated in front of him. "If you punish me about anything again, I'll make your life hell and that is a promise."

He only shrugged haughtily. "I've lived through hell you've never imagined, when you say words like that, think thoroughly."

He made a move to leave the pool with her but she held him back defiantly, he let her obviously. She's got no strength to stop the man. "My own hell is going to make you wish you never married me. It's a different kind from all the others you've tried. Trust me."

Adnan made no reply, his gaze riveted on her flushed face. He was still holding her, cropped and proximate, in what had acutely become an embrace. Even with the clouds of silk and cotton between them, she felt the hard strength of him all along her, the steely support of his arm. This was something she had never known but had always craved ... to be enfolded, anchored, wanted ... exactly like this.

The sense of lightness left her, her limbs feeling loose and pleasantly weighted.

As though Adnan had felt the resigning elasticity of her body, he took an unsettled breath. His intent gaze slid to her mouth like hers did earlier. A new tension invaded the muscles of his arms and chest, as if he were struggling with an impulse too dominant to repel.

Jannah saw the moment he broke -with eerie satisfaction of course, when he wanted to kiss her too much for anything else to matter. Not the punishment or another threat of hers, not even Mallam Sani or Aisha. She glanced up to find the place empty, they left her here with him? What if he drown her for real this time?