Pretty Isn't Her Name [ABANDONED]

08| Explanations and Beds

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Do you know how the first step into the house you're going to live in from now on always had a special feel to it? Janan felt like she was on top of the world. The wedding might have been nothing special to her, but she couldn't say the same about the welcoming building. Following the man in front of her into their new home, only to stop and take in the hallway. There, in the center of the hallway, was a simple maroon Turkish rug. Relishing in the way her heels sink into the plushness, she faced the table and traced a curious finger around the pristine white vase housing voluminous flowers. She stopped and then looked around, wondering where the stairs and the many closed doors led to.

Janan's family wanted this house to be a surprise to her, so they forbade her from seeing it until after her wedding. Her family was too excited for her liking. 

"If you're done gawking like a village girl, come inside." Janan's so-called hubby interrupted her wondering eyes. She looked around and realized he was calling for her from another room. Janan followed his voice through a curved open wall, leading her into the living room.

The living room looked modern and clean. There was a huge, curved Samsung TV sitting on a well-crafted furniture desk. The chandelier sparkled in recognition, and so did the twin lamps sitting on each side of the comfortable-looking couch. Janan watched as Ammar took off his cap and placed it on the glass center table, taking off his shoes to flex his toes on top of the nude carpet.  

"Your father must be really rich." Janan voiced out loud without knowing. She clamped her mouth down, looking towards Ammar's direction. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

Ammar answered her with a roll of his eyes, "'Course he is, no shit. Don't be weird."

She stuck her tongue out at him. The thought that had been weighing down on her mind since the car ride came back at full force. She couldn't help but ask, "S-So...are we, you know, gonna um...like tonight...?" She trailed off, looking down at her heels. She was too embarrassed to continue her sentence, fear etching itself into her heart as she anticipated his answer.

It seemed like Ammar got her message because of how he let out a bark of laughter. "You're such a clown, Janan." He flashed a wicked grin at Janan, who recoiled at his expression. "Let me set the record straight; I will not touch you tonight, nor will I ever." 

To say the least, Janan was hurt. Not at what he said, but at his choice of words. At least, he wouldn't be doing what Janan dreaded.

"Whatever," Janan hissed lightly. "I'm tired so I'm going to bed. Goodnight." She tried to say politely, but it came out forced. Ammar faced her with his cocky smirk. Curses, she forgot that she didn't know the layout of the entire house.

"Oh? So, I'm guessing you know your way now. Well then, ladies first." He stood up and walked past Janan. He stopped at the entrance of the living room and did a mocking bow, waving his hands to the side. Janan sputtered, feeling embarrassed, but she tried to not let it show.