Destined Hearts

Chapter 32

Muhammad's POV

I knew I could be a prideful man and I didn't like asking for help if I was struggling. I never did either way but I couldn't deny that I was struggling now. I don't like admitting that but I was damn struggling.

I was losing my mind. And I was attributing that to the 5'2 woman I was living with. She was now everywhere. It's been a week of me taking her to school and picking her up then heading to the office together. And I was losing my mind.

Ever since that first day I knew it was a bad idea for me to spend more than an hour together with her in close quarters. It wasn't that bad in the beginning but the moment she took off her modest abayas to reveal what she was wearing it became worse. I could barely concentrate on my work when I could see her in her figure-hugging dresses or jeans.

The days she wore dresses were hell for me. They were always pink or purple or blue making her look innocent when her body was the most devilish thing I had ever seen. Every time I laid eyes on her I was so tempted to drag my hands down her tiny waist all the way to her wide hips. I wanted to feel her under my hands. I couldn't though. It was driving me mad especially the times I caught sight of her cleavage.

I glance at her as she sits in the couch on a phone call with her dad. He had been calling her since Tuesday. I can remember the shock that appeared on her face when she first saw his name. Their calls never lasted for more than five minutes but it was progress from the no contact they were having before. Today she wore atampa since it was Friday. It's a dress that is stunning on her. It's fitted though but she wore an abaya over it. When I asked her why in the car she said that she was a married woman now and her body was for my eyes only. That shocked me but brought a sick satisfaction too. I was the only man allowed to touch or look at her sinfully attractive body. Only me.

She giggles at something her father says over the phone. The first to him and in my presence too. I watch as the dimple on her cheek appears and her eyes twinkle. She's so innocently beautiful. No matter how much I am determined not to love her I can't not admit that my wife is gorgeous. Every part of her is. Especially her heart. I know I am lucky to be married to her  rather than one of the other girls Mami wanted me to get married to.

Madeenah is everything I didn't know I needed. She took care of Inayah so well that I'm no longer that worried about her because I know Madeenah is there. Inayah is loving her too. She doesn't cry as much and isn't as clingy to me as she used to be. She's more carefree now and she's been fixing her r's with Madeenah. Whenever it's just me and her alone while Madeenah is either studying or cooking dinner Inayah just keeps talking about her and what they do together. Madeenah has also made it her mission to involve me in all their activities. Just yesterday I was dragged into playing Barbie with the both of them.

That isn't all though. I find myself dreaming about her. About what touching her would feel like. Kissing her. It is all I can think of lately. I am a man after all and when a gorgeous woman is mine... I have a wild imagination of what I want to do to her. Especially when I see the way the boys at her school look at her when I drop her off or pick her up. Even the men that work for me look at her. They lower their gazes the moment they see me glaring at them.

Just today I was so tempted to kiss her and lay claim on her in front of everyone so they would back off since the large ring on her finger couldn't keep them away. I also love the fact that she wears the ring I gave her. I refused to admit it to myself but I chose that ring because I knew it was large enough to bring attention and hopefully keep men away from her. Even back then I wanted her all to myself.