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CHAPTER 16.

ADNAN

I wish I never had escaped from the dark hole. I wished. But as soon my sinful eyes fall on the beauty, I was glad to be escaped. The fresh air was filling around with small hums, and the brightness was scattered all over but this light wasn't the glowing my life. She. She was the only one who was light up my dark life. I never mind though, cause if I get used to being in darkness it doesn't mean I like it.

She asked if I wants to eat something for breakfast. I said, you.

She asked, about lunch. I said, you.

She didn't ask about the dinner but I end up eating her.

I noticed nowadays, she was getting comfortable with me and I was confused if I should happy or disappointed. I love it when my simple call trembled her as if I was ready with the knife in my hands to slice open her flesh.

I won't mind though. I would love to slice open her skin while I fuck her. Until now, I had tried all types of kinks with her and she was still trying to get used to it. My erotic and unforbidden methods to claim her were way too complicated for her. The last time I wrecked her by whipping her with my leather belt, she cried thinking I was going to kill her. I was glad I didn't wrap the belt around her neck, or she would definitely have made up her mind that I was actually assaulting her.

" You're busy nowadays? " I was this close to rise my brows till they met my hairline. She and asking casual questions to me. I peek at her face as expected, she had collected the whole week's courage to ask me one question. She seems pale as if I will run after her with a fucking rock just because she asks me something that wives genuinely ask their husbands.

" Yes! " I replied, again grazing my eyes on the page but my mind was somewhere else. Was it really important to twist the hair strands around the fucking fingers? Can't blame her, she was looking so anxious. I know she wants to have a little talk. I added with zero interest. " Next Saturday there's an exhibition at the art gallery. " The hollow eyes lit up as if I had mentioned a wonderland. I almost smiled, almost. Even though she can't see but I know I shouldn't.

" Really? Can I join too? " I sighed disappointingly, and her face fell.

" Cupcake. What makes you think I will leave you out of the exhibition? I'm shocked you even asked. Of course, you're going to be there not just because you're my wife but as a host. " A gasp filled the room but I'm not going to take note, it was already fixed. I'm glad she brought up the topic now I can talk to her about it.

" Adnan, how can I..." This how sink deep into my heart, I shut my book loud even to make her flinch. Her eyes spread wide with confusion and shock.

" Why not? " I asked and she lowered her head leaning on the headboard. The dim light from my side lamp glints her face like the moon around the darkness. She fiddles her fingers with the white nightgown. My throat works hard just for the sake of this conversation.

" How can I host the exhibition? I can't even tell them about the beauty around them. I can't see, Adnan. " The last line she spoke as if I never knew.

" You are the best person for this because you're the one who can not only tell them but realized to them what valuable art is. Only you, Dianna. " My voice was getting low and low as if I was whispering in her shell of the ear. Even under the lamplight, I can see the red dust. She's fucking adorable. When she kept her mouth shut, so I added opening my book once again. " I know, you're good at attracting people with your voice and they will concentrate on your words. " If there was any other slightest chance to refuse I announced lastly. " You've whole one week to get yourself together and prepare for the exhibition. I'll take you to the gallery daily so you get used to walking there and the position of each art."