YOURS, JANNAH

#SEVENTY ONE

She had turned him down...

He wouldn't tell her what he wanted so she turn back inside the room and lie down on the bed but she couldn't sleep nor keep her mind well rested. She tossed and turned on the bed for a whole hour thinking why she'd told him to leave she is going to sleep. In her defense, the man looked extremely confused as to why he was there. She wanted him to know what he wants but seems like it was going to take forever to get that out of him.

Jannah threw the duvet cover away from her body and stood up. She slipped her feet into the fluffy white Prada slippers she's brought with her and went to the mirror. Sleeping in Adnan's room was so much better than hers and it's been four days already. She is never going to sleep in any other room if not this. Even if they are going to fight, he will either sleep on the couch or leave the room. She's possessed the ownership back to her name.

She is only wearing a tan sweater with nothing underneath. That is how she sleeps now. She doesn't have clothes of her own, she was supposed to go get them the next day but being the lazy ass she was, she hadn't gone back to the villa. Jannah refused to get some clothes then because Aisha would've known where she was headed to and together they'll all stop her. She messaged them the day she came and lied that Adnan wouldn't let her go. Not that he would.

Before Jannah had consciously made the decision, she was at the door of the guest suite. With fingers that trembled just a little, she turned the knob and entered the small antechamber that led to the bedroom. As in the master suite, a small fire on the grate spread ruddy flickering light over the room and made shadows dance in the corner. Just that this fireplace is not as modern as the one in the master's suite.

And on the bed... what she beheld caused her to stop in her tracks, flustered, her heart pounding hard and heavy in her chest. Adnan was stretched out on the guest bed, one foot dangling over the edge, one knee propped up slightly. He held a book in his hand, reading with a slight frown on his forehead and a moody set to his mouth. There was only a stitch of clothing in sight and that was his Ralph Lauren jade boxers.

The firelight turned his skin a light shade of amber and scattered gold flecks throughout his black hair. Every detail of his long, muscled body was visible, from the triangular hollow at the base of his throat, to the dusting of dark wiry hair on his legs. Amid a riot of excitement and confusion, Jannah wondered why it was that he seemed so much larger with his clothes off than on. She had never seen such a startling expanse of naked skin.

Whenever they make love, he strips while she was on the bed flustered and wanton to notice such detail.

Jannah knew she must have made some small sound, for his narrowed gaze switched to her, and automatically he covered his lap with the open book. The defensive gesture struck her as amusing, and his forbidding scowl only heightened the comic effect. Clamping her lips together, she repressed a sudden laugh and ventured farther into the room with an exaggerated emphasis on her hips.

"You shouldn't read in such bad light." She said, her throaty voice cracking just a little. She was more nervous than she had realized. "You'll strain your eyes."

Adnan adjusted himself on the bed by sitting up, he didn't expect her in the room. He wasn't even reading, just staring at the book as the words jumbled together. Why is she here? To tease him or mock him some more? For he's been thinking about going back in there and force her to listen to him and his confessions.

"I'll keep that in mind." He placed the book beside him on the bedside table, draw the covers over his body.

Jannah sauntered to the bed and sat down in the middle of it after she's crawled all the way there. The bed was so large. Did he change it? That is something Adnan could do, she won't put it pass him. She's been in the room, to clean it after about a month or two. Not anymore.