MAKESHIFT HUSBAND (COMPLETE)

CHAPTER THREE

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Maryam glanced at the wall clock that read eleven PM. She sighed and removed the veil that had been used to cover her body.

What had she been thinking? That Kamal would show up? She got tired and felt sleepy. Deciding that a bath would be the best thing to do, she went to the toilet and was pleased to see that the heater had hot water.

Only after she was done washing away the exhaustion did Maryam realise that she hadn't brought a towel with her when she came in. She wrapped the gown she had taken off earlier around her body though it did a bad job of covering her up properly.

She settled for tying it around her waist and covered her small cleavage with her hands.

"Is this a form of seduction or shamelessness"

"Ahhhh" Maryam yelled and jumped back, the gown around her waist fell down and she immediately sat on the floor and bunched her knees up.

Kamal tsked and wondered why he hadn't been selfish enough to stay back at Sabon layi with his wife?

Thinking of how distraught and sad Zainab had been when he was leaving only fueled the anger he felt looking at this shameless woman.

"What are you doing here?" She asked and the frown between his brows deepened. She actually had the nerves to ask him what he was doing here?

"Am I not here for you?" He mocked and walked to her. With each step he took, her body trembled and she regretted not locking the doors when she'd gone to take a bath.

"You are so very shameless Maryam." He grabbed her by her upper arms and pulled her to her feet. "So you heard me coming and decided to get naked and wet hmm?" His eyes travelled up and down her body, the disgust bare and hostile in them. "Did you think you could seduce me into sleeping with you? You are mistaken because I am a person who will not take leftovers like you. Who knows if you have some sort of disease even?"

He released her with a snort and went back to the bed to sit. Maryam leaned against the wall breathing heavily. She looked at him with more of anger than shock on her face.

What is wrong with this man? All she wanted to do was take a hot bath and snuggle under her blankets and she never imagined he would come but here he was, blabbering on and on about how she was trying to seduce him.

"I think you've got it wrong" she had never been someone to simply take it lying low. Once someone took a chunk out of her flesh, she would pay the debt right there and then if she could.

Everything had to be cleared or else the misunderstanding would only deepen his hatred for her and she had had enough of that already.

The last thing she wanted was him tattle tale to anyone who he could possibly could get to listen that his new wife was a seductress.

"Got what wrong?" Kamal managed to peel his eyes away from her bosom to her face. Damn the girl was busty. And her shiny dark skin only made it look like a huge cake of chocolate making him feel like giving it a bite.

Kamal shook his head, mentally bringing up the naked form of his wife to counter what he was currently looking at but to his dismay, he could not. Zainab's face kept turning into that of the woman in front of him.

"Why don't you cover yourself first? Or is this one of your skills? Like the art of seduction or something?" he was starting to loose his temper and something was telling him the quicker he got away from this woman, the better.

"Can you hand me a towel?"

Even her voice gave him the shivers and he stomped to the wardrobe, yanked it open and threw a towel at her hoping to catch one last glimpse before she covered herself and he did as she freed her hands to catch the towel.

_What is wrong with you Kamal? She is a loose woman REMEMBER_

The pictures of her that he had seen before the wedding wiped off every sexual desire she had lit in him and it was replaced with anger.

"Well what were you trying to say?" After a thought, he added. "I have to go back because my wife is waiting for me"

Maryam inwardly rolled her eyes not in the least bit angered at his words. She had other plans of her own too and really had no time to start getting depressed or jealous over someone who didn't care one bit about her.

"I was just saying that I wasn't trying to seduce you at all. It's just a coincidence that you came just as I stepped out of the bathroom"

"Who goes into the bathroom naked?" He walked closer to her, his eyes never leaving her like a wild animal that had spotted it's prey.

"I....I...really.."

"Cat got your tongue?" He was now towering over her as she pressed her back against the wall wishing a hole would just open at that very moment and suck her back into the toilet.

"You want me to sleep with you hmm?" He gently caressed her still wet arm, his finger tips leaving sparks and tingles everywhere they touched.

Maryam shook her head to clear it. She was sure he was messing with her but she couldn't resist the way her body was melting into him.

His nose was on her neck, gently sniffing, his hand pulling away the towel slowly.

"No" Maryam shook her head again and pushed him away, holding the towel tightly.

Kamal fell with a bang and groaned. His elbow came in contact with the tiled floor and hard at that. Tears swam in his eyes as he kept the injured arm immobile for a minute.

"Innalillahi." Maryam gasped and rushed to his side. "Are you okay? Did you get injured." She tapped the side of his face and his eyes swept open immediately.

Undisguised fury and rage clearly spelt in them.

"I disgust you?" Kamal wasn't even sure why it bothered him that she pushed him away because she had done him more good than bad. How would it look that despite his disgust at her, he would still give in to her?

He was angry at himself for not being able to control his desires. He glared at her again, his look softening a bit when he saw real worry and concern in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" She whispered half afraid he would snap at her again.

Kamal swallowed back the words in his throat and looked away.
"Put on some clothes loose woman"

Maryam only then noticed that her towel was hanging low again and some part of her boobs were exposed.

She muttered a sorry and went to the wardrobe to get a set of pyjamas. She paused when her eyes landed on a skimpy lingerie her friends had asked her to wear. She couldn't help sneaking a look at the man behind her.

He caught her and she looked away immediately reaching for a thicker and more decent pair of shirt and trouser. Kamal would likely murder her if she wore that lingerie to bed.

Speaking of bed, he did say his wife was waiting but he looked like he had absolutely no intentions of leaving.

Did he change his mind?

Had he decided to spend the night here instead?

Would he expect her to have sex with him?

_whatever"_

She mused all by herself. If he really wanted to sleep with her then fine and good, he was her husband anyways. And besides,that's one of the major reasons why she decided to get married now.

She finished dressing in the bathroom but found herself unable to get back to the room.

What if he was really there?

What would she say?