Nikkah With My Roommate

I Have Conditions (8)

*Earlier that day* 

Jacob's POV

Stupid alarm wakes me up at eight and I smile at my new conquest. She is beautiful, blonde hair and a gorgeous body. I would know after what I did to her last night. I wish it was the woman in the street. Its a pity she missed out on this.

'My lady, its time for you to leave now' I whisper into her ears. The last time I sent a women out rudely she stole my wallat. Never sleeping with her again.

'I don't want to leave', she wails and I cringe.

'Leave now or I'll tell your boyfriend your cheating on him' I reply sweetly. The women dresses by putting on my shirt and greases me off. Oh well. I'm busy today. Another time.

Today is the day I give this apartment away. A few months ago I slept with the landlord,Victor's, wife,Amelia. I don't know how he caught such a woman. Amelia's curvaceous body with many assets is the perfect dream of many guys. Seriously? Why is she married? She was a happily married women until you flirted with her and took her to your bed.

Anyways, Victor pulled all this legal jargon and it turns out I need to get married within the month or the apartment is on sale and I'm kicked out. I've already paid instalments for the apartment yet somehow he can override it. Fuck Victor.

Getting married isn't hard. Being a husband is thats why I plan to stay a worshipper of one-night stands for a very long time. Turns out no girl is fine with that. After seeing almost 50 women about this they all got rejected by me. They are either clingy or gold-diggers. And my ex is out of the question.

Fuck. I'm late for the hospital. I'm a neurosurgeon.

*A eight hours later*

I return home and take a quick shower.

As I come down the stairs I notice a muslim girl walking in. I follow her gaze thats rested on my father's artwork. The last piece he ever did. No one ever noticed it.

Suddenly, I feel angry at her and Victor whose forcing me out of my apartment that was gifted to me. 'What are you doing here?' I rudely ask without being able to stop myself.

She doesn't answer. Why? Because I'm irresistible and she's staring at my godly chest. 'I saw the sale sign below' she finally answers and looks down. If your here to buy or inspect it why are you so late?

'Oh you have twenty minutes left until the sale closes and this apartment goes to no one' I reply bitterly. Who the fuck does Victor think he is.Setting these ridiculous conditions. Does he really have no sex life? No wonder he's pissed. You slept with his wife what do you expect.

I pull out my phone and start watching animal videos to calm down as the girl walks past.

She looks familiar. Damn. She's the girl from that night but with a hijab she looks different..wait she's Ismail's fiancé. I look back at her and rush near her. Is she crazy standing so close to the edge? I put my hands on her waist to steady her.

She drops her camera and screams 'WHAT THE FUCK?'. My ears are ringing and its the first time I'm being yelled at for touching someone.

She turns around horrified and before I can apologize.

'I'm sorry, I thought you were going to fall. If you play along with me I'll get you a much better camera'. Any thing to shut her up and get my place back. Who cares if she's due for the aisle?

Bending down on one knee I ask her, 'Will you marry me?'. I ask her in my most nicest voice. 'I am muslim' I answer her curious looks.

'Y-Yes' she answers.Looks like she dumped Ismail.I can now finally sleep here without Victor threatening to kick me out.

'Keep the place boy' I hear Victor. How the fuck did he show up?

'It was mine to begin with Victor' I declare.

I inwardly smirk with the knowledge that Amelia will be coming over soon. 'Explain', the girl's voice interrupts my thoughts.

'Aslam, my name is Jacob Harry Katilian will you be my roommate and wife?' I give her my most dashing smile.

'What' I have that impact on people.

'I brought this apartment. I don't have anywhere else to go and the landlord wants married couples only. I didn't find a single women thats not after money until I met you. Oh, I know much about your faith so I'll talk to your family and lets have a quite nikkah within a week' I start recalling my lectures at uni about different faiths and Islam. 'Do you accept?' I'm almost getting annoyed at her silence.

'I have conditions' I smile and I know she is effected. 'You cannot touch me without my permission, give me your social media,tell me your workplace, number and show me your ID', she gives a wary response. Its good to know the lady isn't dumb.

'Likewise you are not allowed touch me without my permission,I do not have social media but ask anyone at St William Hospital about me and here's my driving license' I hand it to her from the iPhone cover's pocket and laugh when she realises what I said about touching. Her cute eyes go wide. I will never tell her my social media. So she can stalk me on it. Please.

She looks down and walks away. As I'm about to head up the stairs I hear her small voice say 'Bye'.

I smile at her as the elevator door closes.

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