FATE

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

The picture above is how I envisioned her outfit cute right? Well, I miss you guys. I hope you missed me too, this past weeks have been very hectic. I had wedding almost every weekend , phew! It wasn't easy.

Samha

I really hate when things go south on me, I have such bad luck till this day. Why did I even get married in the first place, men are such filthy beast. I live in a big mansion with servants at my beck and call but I feel so empty and shallow. I can't even go out without being followed like a criminal, I used to think having a bodyguard will be so cool but now, I know better. All these were the thoughts running through Samha's head, seated on one of those chairs found beside the swimming pool. Tired of watching movies, she changed into her swimming trunks, a pair of pink top with short sleeved hand and shorts. She covered up with a nude color kimono. She swam for a while before laying down on the chair, her head laying back on the head rest.

Laying there, she remembered a day they spent together with Nabeel during their honeymoon. He left her laying down on these relaxing chairs to go and answer an important call. A black guy made his way towards her, clad only in his swimming briefs. He swaggered towards her, his briefs hanging dangerously low, he had a great body and wasn't afraid to showcase it. He has those broad shoulders and cute pink lips. She could literally feel the arrogance around him, he has a movie star kind of face. He actually caught her staring at him and he winked right at back her, which made her embarrassed. He sat on the seat beside hers, eyeing her body without any reservation. At that very moment, she forgot she was married. Because Samha live for attention, she loved when people show how much they appreciate her beauty or how they think she's beautiful. It makes her feel special and wanted.

"Hey, beautiful. I am Jamal"

"Hey, yourself" she answered giggling.

"You have killer eyes, what's your name?" he winked

She rolled her eyes, but loved the attention she was getting from him. She is that kind of girl that loves attention even though it was obvious he is a play boy but she found herself loving his corky attitude. He obviously knows what he wants and is out to get it at all cost.

Nabeel who had ended his call for a while , saw their interaction. He folded his arms and watched them from afar. He is the kind of person who hates sharing, that's why he is very ruthless in the business world. He shows no mercy to his fellow competitors.

Seeing his 'wife' giggling like a school girl with a guy made him boiled with rage, being good with keeping his emotions in check, he quickly masked his anger effortlessly hiding how mad he was. His security team wanted to go and drag him away from her but he stopped them, that came as a surprise to them because they know how over protective he is on things that belong to him but he insisted that she is his wife and he will handle the situation himself. He knew Samha was into the runs business before he married her but he never thought she was dumb enough to openly flirt with a guy while he was

He casually strode towards them, a drink in hand, his aviator sunglasses shining in the sun.

"Hold on to this for me" he dumped his drink into the guy's hand without warning.
Confused, he raised his eyes to see who was rude enough to do that but Nabeel didn't even glance back at him. He pulled his wife towards him who by that moment is back to reality, finally remembering she had a husband. The implication of what she just did weighing heavily on her and the looks Nabeel was throwing her way made he squirm, it looks could melt iron, his would. He held her firmly by the waist looking deep into her eyes, the kind of hold he had on her left bruises after. He attacked her face like a hungry lion, reminding her who was boss.