YOURS, JANNAH

#TWENTY SEVEN

Alhamdulillah I feel much better...
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Jannah's dainty fingers caressed Adnan's chest from one edge to another watching his sleeping face still managing to look intimidating and disturbed in his slumber. Like the moon, Adnan is distant, cold, lonesome but breathtakingly beautiful and exudes light that never seize to make her toes coil, her heart warm, her stomach quiver and her core constrict.

Tilting her head to study his face at the only moment that should make him vulnerable but he still manage to outgrow that, she gazed without blinking. Why is she awake while he was still asleep? One could wonder. She had to go bring her daughter back to bed and she hasn't forgotten how intimidating he had looked before making love to her.

She is starting to seriously cede, this is a game she is not going to win. He is used to the game while she is a novice through and through, a newbie from the village. She will come clean and tell him it was all a plan then they can go back to the way they were before. She was too stupid to have thought she could win a battle with Adnan Ibrahim Attahir, she is not meant for this.

How is he going to react after she tells him the truth about her entire plan? Is he going to send her packing back to her hometown or forgive her so they can make more babies without inconveniencing anyone? That sounds like a whole movie. Adnan won't forgive her causing so much trouble. From his reaction earlier, he is not one to forgive, at least not easily. Maybe for the sake of their daughter.

Her stomach groaned protesting against the hollow emptiness. Then Imara should also be hungry because the last meal they had was in the afternoon together but the girl is comfortably sleeping with a pink teddy bear in her arms, her favorite. Jannah is all alone to fend to herself. What should she do now that she is not sleepy and it is just three in the morning?

She slid away from the bed, took Adnan's dress shirt and close her body with it. She's bought a few junk day before yesterday when Mariam insisted that they take Imara out to a park. She can feed on that before morning when the hotel is up and running again.

Opening the medium Samsung fridge inside the room, she brought out a frozen yoghurt, wrapped chocolate fudge and some cookies. She stumbled out to the balcony and sat down on one of the chaise lounges there, relaxing her back and allowing the cool breeze to warm her open skin, legs to thighs then her unveiled chest.

In between her meal, she heard the sound of the sliding door behind her opening, she quickly meandered to see who was there only to meet a shirtless Adnan lighting a cigarette between his lips making her frown. That is really dangerous for his health and she won't say he doesn't know that, he does! Maybe he wants an early death? Leaving her with their daughter.

His eyes scanned the sea ahead of them looking a little lost in the beauty of the cerulean colored water around them. It was a minute later when his eyes settled on hers, he hadn't expected to see her there, it was written all over his face. Where did he think she went to then? Bathroom? Or left the country entirely after the little fiasco?

She smiled at him beamingly, her rabbit teeth on display stretching her bifocals up to her eyes away from her nose. "Hey there, Dracs! Missing me already?"

With that insouciant suave swagger of his, he ambled to where she is and occupied the other chaise lounge chair that is vacant. He sat down unconcerned, folding his enormous body into a royal position. Feeling the heat of his body so close to hers, her chest risen on instinct, her mouth yawed dry at the thought of what had taken place hours ago. It shouldn't scald her but it does, too much.

How his sinful lips devoured her with a repertoire she would've sworn he lacks. She felt everything they explained in those books she had read, the emotions, debonair sophistication, the withering abandon and carnal need. She tightened her legs together as her eyes sashayed to his strong arms. The ones that held her like she was just a doll and had his way with her.