CALIFORNIA, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

"Hey, baby, you home?" The feminine voice ask from the other end of the phone and his heart immediately jolted to his throat knowing he could never turn down that offer neither would he think about it for the consequences are dire.

"Yes, I'm home." Was his high reply as he just finished a skunk and would've gone for another one had it been she didn't call him. She is definitely coming again and he don't want to be too high when she comes, not high on marijuana at least.

"Coming down there in ten." And she hung up the phone, he stood up immediately and cleared the room because he don't want her to see anything related to his drugs. He knows how her mouth runs, especially after knowing someone from where he is and being friends with someone close to his family, it is wrong in all ways.

Less than ten minutes later, there is a knock on the door and he stood up to go open it as it's clearly locked for his privacy. He lives off campus alone in a one bedroom apartment that is enough for him. He's been living there since his first year and it is only two weeks before he pack up and leave for Nigeria again to be with his family. His family, the royals of Maiduguri. They'd be very disappointed to ever find out what he does behind their back but he will never tell them or let them find out about it, he don't want to be a disappointment. He's been one his whole life, he can't afford to see that look again.

He wants to be perfect like his older brothers were and are. Each one of them already have some business underneath their fingertips and he has always been the rebel, the black sheep amongst the four of them. He wants to prove to them that he can also do what they are doing so he took architecture like his older brother, Sa'eed. They are much closer and he always gives him advises on what to do and what not to. He told him he would work for him one day and that he will be very proud of him and that is an oath he won't play with, he loves his brother and if he disappoints him, he is done for.

Everyone knows about the relationship they share, it ran way deeper than that of brother's. Even though Sa'eed has a twin, they are inseparable too since young age. Whenever he turns to that disappointment, Sa'eed is always there to tell him that he can do it and he just needs to keep his heart desires sometimes, he will do that and everything will be sorted. Now, he don't even want to see the look on his brother's face when he finds out about him being a drug addict, it will definitely shatter him beyond repair so he does all he could to keep it hidden from each one of them.

He yanked the door open when another rap of knock echoed throughout the quite apartment he occupies. Sometimes it feels like there is no living human in there so he will turn on the television and let the sound bounce as the background. He likes the loneliness and quietness, it surprises him how much he enjoys the darkness surrounding him. He loves being unpopulated and unpeopled, he feels alive.

"Hey!" He gave her a hug, his brother is surely shaking his head in bemusement at this hug he is giving to a non-mahram but that was his life when no one is watching.

Well, but Allah!

"Hey, boo. Just got off classes and thought I could hang out here for a while. Order some pizza?" She asked in a voice that should be seductive and he nodded, taking his phone which he fortunately found lazing under the sofa earlier. He always throw phones away in his state of drunkenness, he hates the disturbance.

He took in the clothes she is wearing and shake his head because she don't look like a Muslim at all but he ain't judging. She has on a denim skinny jeans, he could only imagine the battle she went through to have them on. Alabaster off shoulder channel shirt that is way too transparent, a fern leather jacket and her head is closed with a small veil since she don't have long hair. She has her nails done in pipe pedicure, her feet encased in platform Versace heels and in her hand is a small purse. So he don't see a girl dressed to go to school there.

Isar Namadi is a Nigerian girl who came to California to study too but most of her times are spent partying in all the clubs around. She was timid and innocent when she came but it was just a facade because her father threatened to take her back to Nigeria if she does anything stupid or reckless. He met her when he came back sometime around his third year, she came looking for him because someone told her about him. That someone happens to be one of his friends so he thought it was cool to have another friend from the same country so they become friends.

Well, Isar wanted something more so all the time she visits, she dresses to kill but he was never one to cross his limits. He is a drug addict not a nymph and he's told her that countless times but she never listens. Few days ago, she started getting suspicious about why he don't go out much and always locks his door while inside his apartment or even turn down her offer when she wants to come. From then, he always lets her come so she won't be much more suspicious than she is and she stopped being snoopy little thing after that. He gets more closed up now, she can rat him out unexpectedly which is something he despise.

Standing five ft seven, Isar is a tall girl with voluptuous and curvaceous body that any would kill to have and she knows it. The men in their college from the blacks to whites all want her sexually and he's heard rumours that she sleeps around, he doesn't care what she does as long as he isn't drag to her fathomless pits. She always shows her clear interest in him, he knows that but ignore it and act all ignorant especially when he is high. The girl don't know how to take red lights, she takes everything a challenge she needs to fulfill. He is now like a game she wants to play, he can't entertain her.

He later found out that she is friends with Najaah, his brother's fiancée. Since then, he knew his shit is about to get dry without the use of fan or cooler. Najaah has always hated him because of his rude behaviour towards her when she is wrong so they are never on the same feet. And also because he always tries showing his brother, Sa'eed how evil she is that he should not marry her but the guy was blinded by her saccharine side. He didn't stop trying and he almost caught her red handed but the woman turned all the fault at him, he stopped since then. His brother warned him to stay away from her, he did.

So Isar always calls Najaah when she is in his apartment so she can see what they are doing and thank God, he never let his guard down. There was one time when Isar almost kissed him while they were on face time with Najaah, he moved from the couch before she does. He stopped liking her since then but she became more and more persistent because she thinks that since his would-be sister in-law is her friend, then they are like relatives. He would always roll his eyes at the theory, it sounds absurd to everyone's ears and most especially him. How can he suddenly be related with his sister in-law's friend?

"Large pepperoni please." She called out from the couch she is sitting on as she shuffle through his television without asking for permission. She always acts like it is her home and it never cease to annoy him.

"Sure." He placed the order and went back to the living room and sat down on the floor where his skunk is hiding, he don't want her to see it and it is directly under the sofa she is sitting on which makes them a little close.

"A movie night?" She asked, her voice sounding closer to him but he didn't move so she trailed her hand to his chest. He is afraid that if he moves, she will see what he is hiding bit she took it the wrong way.

"Yeah, sure." His head is elsewhere and he could feel the aftermath of the cocaine taking over his whole being, he can't move his joints without battling with sleep.

"You look tired and out of place, what's wrong?" She move down to the floor and sat on his lap, her leather jacket gone from her body so is her head tie and heels. She is just in that transparent shirt that is down her shoulders, showing her chest and the jeans she has unbuttoned.

"Nothing, just sleepy I think." He stuttered out, blinking his eyes to keep him awake so she trailed kisses down his chest and drag her hand down to his thigh and he was quick to stop her, "What the fuck are you doing?" He asked in a quite and feeble voice meaning he is high now.

"Just let me take care of you. You have been so uptight ever since I met you, calm down and enjoy." She took her hand there again and put in pressure, eliciting a moan from him because at the end, he is like every other man after all.

She grinned in triumph but as soon as she started buckling his belt, he stopped her again and this time, much more firmer than the last. His eyes are closing but he has the energy to stop her so he did. He felt the pleasure running down his back to his thigh and that brought him back to his sense enough to know that he will be getting raped any minute. He should have just told her he was not around, maybe she won't suspect him and will go away but no, he had to open his wide mouth because he was afraid of what will happen. He'd rather anything happen than this, this is a colossal sin!

"Stop this nonsense before I strangle you! Don't touch me again!" He shift away from her but she crawled back to where he is and straddle him, grinding her hips against him till he groaned again. He don't like it but he loathe it!

"If you don't give me what I want, I will tell everyone about you being a drug addict. You think you can fool me? You think I won't know about you being a drug addict because I let myself act like a dumb person? Jokes on you, baby, I know about it and if you don't give me what I want right now, I will make sure you beloved brother who is my friend's fiancée finds out about your little activities!" She let her tongue wag to his neck, knowing fully well that she's got him where she wants to. That was her plan since long time, she never got the courage for a glare from him could make her pee.

"You can't do that you little bitch! If you dare tell a soul about this, I shall kill you with my bare hands and not regret it!" He gritted his teeth when what she said functioned in his chunk head. He didn't understand what she was saying because her hands are doing what they shouldn't.

"Then give it to me. Mark me today and I shall not tell a soul." She moaned, removing her shirt and hastily taking off her jeans then sat back down to undress him too. He wonder how she removed hers in seconds, really.

And that is how they raped each other or she raped him? Or did they just have sex?

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Isar use that to her advantage till those two weeks were over and he has to leave the country, he has never been happier. Even though he doesn't want to enjoy it, he started enjoying it with time especially with her foreplay. He even tried booking his flight earlier but they cancelled it because he is either late or something will just go wrong. And that is the day he is supposed to leave the country, he left for the airport early in the morning so as to not see Isar again. He is regretting everything he's done and vowed to do the Islamic ghusl as soon as he gets home.

And the most perfect thing about it whole is the joy of having the perfect result. He didn't get the first class offer but he has second class so there is no problem with that. It will show his brother just how serious he was with his studies and is still the little brother that vowed to work for him after finishing school. He hopes his good results will hide the bad things he's done in the past, he could only hope.

"Hey, I'm outside your apartment but you are not opening the door. Where the hell are you?" She screeched into the phone as soon as he picked the call while in the airport. His flight will take off in thirty minutes and that time won't be enough for her to be there.

"Oops, change of plans. My flight is about to take off any moment." He grinned in triumph, he would want to see her face then but he is more than happy about leaving.

He has been sinning and he promised not to look at skunk or any white stuff if he goes to Nigeria. He won't be able to stare at his brother knowing he is doing something wrong behind his back. Even right now, he feels like his brother knows about it and is only waiting for him to arrive. His heart kept thumping loudly in his chest afraid of the worst, he'd do anything and everything to make sure his brother doesn't find out about his hidden agenda. He is a changed person as soon as he leaves California so there is no use bringing the old bad vibes huh?

Let bygones be bygones!

"Bloody hell! You did this intentionally didn't you? I won't let this slide, Shaheed. You will pay for making a fool out of me!" She shrieked into the phone and he hung up, his head is aching as he has many things to think about.

When he landed in Nigeria, his brothers were there to pick him up making him all the more guilty about what he has done. They were smiling widely like proud parents and they have been his parents since he grew up. His parents are doing their thing, only his brothers were there to keep him company. They groomed him like any other child if not more but he is repaying them with head filled with marijuana.

"I'm so proud of you!" Sa'eed hit his back as he hug him closer like those older brothers would their younger siblings.

"You did it, my guy!" Adam gave him a cheeky grin, his eyes twinkling with that mischief that you won't think he is a police man and his men around surrounding them in uniform.

"Thanks, brothers." He did a fake bow at them before smiling at their proud smiles. He feels light but the guilt is weighing him down like brick walls of every trouble.

Two days after his arrival, he got the feeling that something is going to go terribly wrong that day so he woke up early. He was supposed to go to work with his brother Sa'eed so he can start seeing the hang of it but a massive headache took him down and he felt drugged, really intoxicated. He couldn't move a muscle on his bed and since he was living with his brother Sa'eed for the time being, they work late at night, he asked a maid to bring him some medicine and he took them. Before he knew it, he fell asleep only to wake up with someone naked wrapped around his equally naked body.

None other than his brother's few months bride, Najaah.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" His eyes are filled with panic, rage and infeasibility after getting a hang of what is happening. He don't want to stomach that they did it but is seeing in front of him is something entirely different.

Najaah fluttered her eyes open and smiled up at him with a small yawn and all he wants to do is choke a huge sword down her throat so she won't even get to utter a word. She close her filthy body with the duvet on the bed then glance up at him with eyes that could pass up as sexy but to him, she looks nothing short of whore. The rage he felt can't be described with anything, the loathe marring his eyes closing up any loop of light in his dark heart. All he wants is to hurt her how she just hurt his brother and himself.

"Just had fun and Namadi was right, you are much more amazing than your brother. Come back to bed, he won't be back till tomorrow." She patted the space next to her and for a second there, he thought she was possessed. She always acts nice in front of people so her acting like a sexually promiscuous woman astonished him not that she's always been a saint. She is anything but that!

The woman or should he say, the devil he knew loved his brother so much even with her trashy attitude but this woman in front of him don't look like she's liked his brother even a bit. This will definitely hurt his brother beyond repair because it took him a long time to open up his heart for her only for her to do this? After all he's done for her?! She has the nerve to sleep with his little brother because of something her friend said to her? Has she forgotten about the fact that she is in fact married to his older brother just few months ago?!

"Leave this room before I hurt you?" He gritted, his eyes are blinded with nothing but aggravation and if she as much make a wrong move, he won't be held responsible for what will happen to her.

"Don't be such a little innocent boy after having so much fun with my friend. I'm just asking for this little favour from you because your brother has been busy. I am your sister in-law for crying out loud! You are supposed to do what I ask you without complaining but you are raising your voice at me? Do your worst!" There was fear in her eyes after taking in the murderous look shelved in his dark eyes and his sclera has yawed crimson.

She has just crossed the line with her words and he'd be damned to let her go unscathed. She knew about the marriage on her head, about being married to his own brother, about committing adultery but she is still saying it out loud without any shame? She reduplicated the words like the marriage meant nothing and his brother is just another pawn in her game!

I KNOW THE CHAPTERS ARE SCATTERED, I'VE TRIED MY BEST SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME AND WATTPAD'S STUPIDITY! IM TIRED OF CHANGING IT SO PLEASE CHECK THE CHAPTERS BEFORE READING, THANK YOUUUUUUU.