YOURS, JANNAH

#TWENTY NINE

Jannah yawned behind her right palm, pushed away the duvet from her body and turned around to get some more sleep after finding her daughter soundly sleeping next to her. She closed her eyes for a few seconds then felt something or someone moving around the room. Confused at who is there in the room with them, she opened her eyes and settled them instantly on her husband.

She grumbled, of course he is an early riser. Now if she'll talk about it he is going to say he didn't get here by sleeping all night and morning. He didn't sleep early too, she was sure of that because she woke up to drink water and saw him sitting on his desk working. Can he take a break from so much work for once? It makes no sense for real.

Tilting her head to the side, she murmured sleepily, head resting on the fluffy pillow beside her. She wasn't lying on it earlier. "Do you also have an office here?"

"No." Curt as ever early in the morning, wow.

"Then where are you going to so early in the morning? It's just...seven." She checked the digital clock beside her, yawned again tiredly and let her slothful limbs recline on the bed.

"Where are we going should be the words for you. We are leaving together in an hour so get dressed." He shrugged on a spider Desmond Merrion Supreme Bespoke suit matching the rest of his black outfit.

The man is a fan of black. Having seen his closet, she's had no doubt Adnan was incapable of anything but an arranged marriage. His clothes were organized not only by season, but also by color, brand, and cut. Is that how it's done or is he just too organized, prim and proper to have it any other way? He's got everything perfected in his life.

"What? Why?" As she asked those questions in inebriated slurs, sleep weaved it's way around her eyes trapping her eyelids together.

God, she's never been so sleepy in her entire life. She is also an early rise but today, there is something different going on with her. Or is it change of environment and time? It has to be.

Slinging Paul Newman's Rolex Daytona around his left wrist, Adnan answered intently, his eyes on his hands. "It's either you work as my errand girl or leave Maldives. Your choice."

"Whatever." She murmured, tilt her head to the side trying to get the sleep to disappear. "But where are we going to? You don't have an office."

Adnan shrugged, walking across the room to straighten his tie in the mirror. Jannah watched, fascinated. He was hellishly good-looking, so much so, all the glossy magazines practically fell over themselves to interview him, knowing that getting him on the front cover meant instant sellout. But he's never been a cover of one, that much she's browsed. The man feels too much about himself and respects privacy more than anything.

He was easily handsome enough to model, or grace the silver screen. Yet he only looked in the mirror long enough to ensure his appearance was satisfactory, businesslike to keep his Draco image. As far as she could tell, he didn't bother actually looking at himself at all. As though his looks didn't bother him one iota.

While she is here obsessing over the swags he used to brush his sideburns with his palms. It was royally smooth, a gesture he is used to doing but she is seeing it for the first time and that earned a flip in her stomach. She is hungry, that's why. And she's forgotten about the food she sent Mohammed to get them yesterday.

They did eat though, Adnan ordered exclusive room-service for them. They got Thai and Italian cuisines, she couldn't eat much of the foreign stuff neither could Imara. They were not used to that but Adnan ate to his fill, brimming his plates three time before he was satisfied. He definitely loves food when he gets it no matter what type.