Pretty Isn't Her Name [ABANDONED]

06| Lioness Coming Through!

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Ammar stood in front of Janan, a dead-set-on glare on his face zero in on Janan, the muscle in his jaw ticking.

"What are you doing here? Allah, are they making you follow me everywhere I go now!?" He took a step forward, towering over the small girl.

"Lahawla Wala kuuwata (Oh my god)... Naga alamar kasha kwaya (I see they are some signs you took drugs). Why the hell will I be following you when I even want you on the other side of the Earth!" So much for getting a peaceful afternoon. Janan blew a raspberry, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Oh please, isn't it why you begged your parents to get married to me?" He scoffed and shoved his hands in his pocket. Grey sweats and a tight fitting turtle neck shirt adorned his figure. The palms he wore showed his nicely filed and buffed toenails.

He was about to walk pass her when she pushed him back, using with what little strength she could muster. Considering his size, she was weak. Ammar had a flabbergasted look on his face.

Janan snapped her fingers at his face, "Listen and listen well, I did not and will never do such a pathetic thing so you better not disgrace me and my dignity. I have pride. After the wedding I will show no interest in you what so ever. Although I will have to respect you since my religion forbids me to disrespect and disobey my husband in any way." She paused to hissed,  "Though  how much I wish to." She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms.

On the other hand, color Ammar surprised. 'Kai... She's definitely not like other girls. No girl had ever talked to me like this, with the exception of my mother. She's fierce, too fierce. I need a submissive wife, not a wild and untamed animal. Wife points for this girl are zero. Yep, I'm sure I'll never end up liking such a girl like this! But her body though is another matter entirely...' He lowered his gaze to take in the curves outlining her figure.

Oblivious to his wandering eyes, Janan stepped closer — though her lack of competing height with him — glared straight into his obsidian eyes.

"If you think I'm a fragile woman, well you're dead wrong. I'm that kind of ceramic object that when it's knocked off the table, it'll still end up being fine after it's picked up—" Ammar was confused on why she suddenly started talking about pottery but it looks like she's not stopping anytime soon. "—Don't you ever treat me like the female dogs you play around with. I didn't forget what you did to Fatima." She turned around sharply and walked, or more like strutted away. People whispered amongst themselves about the scene they witnessed.

Ammar just stood there and gazed at her retreating form. He didn't like to admit it but he admired how she blew him off like that, a bit aroused you might say. 

'Why am I getting riled up because of this? How dare she walk away from me... and have the nice ass to strut like that and in those heels! Damn.'