The Djinns Wife

THREE

  I slammed the door shut behind us as the house shook from the booming thunder. The hard and heavy rains were loud against the window panes and sounding off like bullets as they hit my concrete doorstep. The second we made it to my driveway the rain started to pour, I couldn't just send the man all the way back home during a thunderstorm. So I invited him in... like an idiot. He probably strategically planned this, he had to. In what universe would I invite this man inside my home while we're completely alone and soaking wet. My thin leggings and shirt didn't help, I might as well been stark naked in front of his prying eyes.

"Thank you for letting me in, I really thought you were going to make me run home in the rain" Micheal laughed while looking around.

  I laughed to myself because I definitely thought about it. I could at least be a little hospitable since he is in here now.

"Come on you can sit right over here while I get you a towel" I said while leading him into the open living area.

"Just sit right there on that stool, I'll be right back" I quickly ran to the downstairs bathroom to grab a few towels, surely they would suffice until the rain slacked up enough for him to go home. I come out from the bathroom to see him standing in front of one of the decorative tables I have with a trail of water following him across my floor. It's filled with pictures of me and Cyrus, along with a few pictures of me and Amir.

"Found something interesting?" I asked holding out two of the towels to him.

"T-thanks, so is this your husband?" Micheal held the most recent picture I had of us together, it was from our anniversary a few weeks before he disappeared. My nude silk gown and cream shoes almost perfectly blended with the sand on the beach. I remember picking that outfit because Cyrus always liked to see me dressed like I was going to some high class dinner party. His white shirt and cream slacks matched perfectly with what I had on, his silky hair was cut low around the edges with the longer parts up top gelled back. The faint traces of his family crest tattoos creeping up past his collar flowing all the way down to his hand as the beautiful deep black marks graced his skin. He looked perfect.

  His arms were wrapped around my waist and he stooped down to hold me and smiled goofily into the camera. I could only smile remembering that night.

"Yeah, that's Cyrus. Not what you expected huh?" I chuckled

"No, not at all. I sure see where little man gets his looks from.You looked happy." He said sitting the picture down and returning to his seat getting more water on my floor might I add. If I didn't get a mop soon this man was going to have my beautiful wooden floors ruined.

"Yeah, that's one of our anniversary pictures, that particular one was from a couple of years ago." I wrapped the towel around my shoulders attempting to keep in the warmth, I didn't want to get sad and break out in a fit of tears in front of anyone.

  To avoid any suspicions I went around the island into the open kitchen to fix us something warm to drink. I had to cut off the air the second we got inside or we both would be sick.

"Would you like something to drink in the meantime? Coffee, Tea, hot chocolate? Hopefully the weather will slack up soon."

"Trying to get rid of me already? But Coffee would be fine thank you." Micheal laughed with the aggravating smirk on his face.

"Yep" I didn't say anything more and just poured the water into the keurig. It was more economical to have one of the these versus a traditional coffee maker since I didn't drink it myself. I mostly kept it for my caffeine loving friend and Rayne. When Cyrus was around he was more of a tea drinker, the man knew more about tea than I ever could in a lifetime. I was never a fan of the bitter leaf water anyway.