AND THE DRAMA BEGINS!!!🥳

ADAMAWA STATE, NIGERIA.

Dr. Mujida got dressed in her smart plain straight sable pants and ivory button down shirt then cover herself up with knee length white lab coat. She snuggled her feet into comfortable loafers, took her doctors nude bag and left her home. She is bent on making those two headstrong amateurs save themselves from a tragic situation. They might not get what she is doing now but they will in the future, most especially Fatima.

Ahmad thinks it won't affect him if anything happens to Fatima but the guilt and conscience will never dematerialize no matter how he would like to think otherwise. He is going to blame himself for the entire thing and then it'll be too late for them both. There is no affection or anything relatively close to friendship between them but she is not after that, she's after getting Fatima's health in check. Their love and marriage life doesn't matter to her, her patient is her top priority. The main purpose of the marriage is to cure her so why the heck are they married if they won't go through it and get over with?

Ahmad sent her the address to his home, she is not about to waste more of her time with unnecessary talks. She demanded that the both of them should be at home when she arrives and Fatima reluctantly agreed after asking her to stop by and get her shawarma alongside ice cream. Dr. Mujida had laughed when she told her she cannot cook and the monster in the house only cooks for himself.

"You think he is good hearted don't you? His heart is as dark as darkness, devil will give him space." She'd gritted her teeth, her eyes fixed on Ahmad beating egg in a bowl fat inside the kitchen while she sat on the dining table with her stomach grumbling terribly.

"Oh, come on. He cannot be too bad except if you provoke him and knowing you, you've done that more times than I could count." Dr. Mujida had jeered, trying to be the friend Fatima hardly have except for Betsy but well, good friends are never too much.

"I don't fucking understand why everyone thinks he is some high and mighty eminent man because he came from America and is a well ranked officer. He is manipulative, wicked, a gold digger and so many other things I don't have time listing." She fumed, small matters about him makes her skin crawl and face hot with surfeit fury.

Dr. Mujida felt the change of mood in her tone but she was having far too much fun to let the matter drop. "We both know he is the nicest person you've ever met but just not moved by your mischiefs. That's why you guys made the perfect pair, different set of people from far separate worlds."

Fatima had scowled on the other end of the phone, smelling the egg in the air but not able to eat and her stomach growling with more hunger than she's ever felt her entire life. "He is currently making his own breakfast and knows I'm hungry but didn't offer me any. Care to explain how nice and kind he is? If you know how much I'm going through because of this man, you'd pity me and whisk me away from here. He is a selfish bastard that thinks of nothing but his gain, nothing else and no one is his center of attention."

Ahmad had then walked out of the kitchen with a large rectangular tray ladened with a plate of well fried Spanish egg, large mug of coffee, toasted bread and sausages. He walked past her, the aroma of the combination making it hard for her to not swallow thick gob of saliva. She had to hold her stomach tight until he passed so it won't betray her and make a sound that will make him turn to look at her like a charity course. When he's successfully walked away from her and to the living room, she took the phone and listen to what the doctor had been saying in her stupor of hunger.

"...I knew if you'd asked calmly, he would've made your own plate. May God deliver you and that your mountain Everest worth arrogance." She heard the last part but not the first bite, she didn't ask her to repeat what she'd said because it's probably more praises on Ahmad and she is not about to listen to that trumpet again. She's heard enough.

Fatima humped, closed her eyes to stop the smell of that amazing egg but nothing happened then she remembered that she is supposed to close her nose and not mouth. With a groan, she spoke into the phone. "Can you come along with shawarma and ice cream? That's what I'm craving currently."

"Sure. I'll just get ready." And they had hung up the phone and now she is with her requested items on her way to their home.

When she arrived at the location, she was awestruck with the beauty of the estate before she rolled downwards to the black gates she is seeing facing the road which means their house closed the estate whole. There are no houses close to theirs but far apart and all look empty and deserted. She stopped at the gates and pressed her horn, the doors opened with a mechanical sound that both amazed and frightened her. There is no one behind the gates but it's opened on it's own then she remembered the new electronics her husband talked to her about months ago that could be controlled using remotes, handprints and so on.

Her jaw literally dropped to the ground when she finally accelerated her car inside their home. It's a log cabin! Built to perfection in all grace on a hill. It's elephants, enchanting and thoroughly out of picture. Even the ones she's seen in magazines won't come close to the sight of this beautiful place in front of her. The front is mostly closed with glass, the upstairs could be seen that a room was left with it's lights and even from down below it promised an exquisite view when ambushed. She smiled, this ACP should really think more into changing his career. Had his work in Texas brought him such plethora of wealth or something else?

She stopped to admire the whole house from the confines of her car -just few minutes to avoid looking weird- before taking the two paper bags on the passengers side along with her bag. She breathed in the fresh air of the unpolluted environment, the lushness of greenery and it's picturesque. Waltzing to the front door, she rap on the door once and waited patiently for it to unsheathe it's coolness within.

Ahmad opened the door, when he saw her, he gave a brief smile then took the bags in her hand. She grinned at him, really impressed with his self assured charm and even more, nonchalant handsome smile. He towered over her and ushered her into the house. She sauntered with tentative steps, halting for two seconds to stare at the interior. Damn, she has no words whatsoever for this but then, she's to search them up.

Fatima heard the knock on the door but didn't stand up to open it even after knowing it's none other than Dr. Mujida, she didn't feel like moving with an empty stomach but as soon as she saw Ahmad walking through with his hands ladened with paper bags that have logos of eatery, she jumped on her feet and rush to where he is. Her hand moved to take the paper bag from him but he evaded and continue walking to the living room while Fatima's hand stayed midair in shocked irritation, her eyes following him around on wonder.

Did he seriously just bombed her right now? Is this man ready for a war? Fatima hungry is not a nice person, even not hungry but while hungry, she is violent!

She followed him with determined steps, her expression pinched, lips pressing into a white slash, her jaw clenched along with her small fists. "I'm not going to fight with you now, give me that."

Ahmad turn around to look at her then down to her outstretched and slowly to his hand that's still holding the thing she desperately wants. He smirked, an evil glint entering his eyes, he placed it on the coffee table in the middle of the living room. Fatima saw what he did. Instead of him to give her straight in her hand, he'd rather her go around the coffee table and get it. Sneering, she gaze heavenwards for a few seconds before rounding the table and get it, she didn't look nor talk to him as she made her way to the dining room to eat her thing peacefully. She could see Dr. Mujida appreciating the house, she didn't stop to greet her or thank her. She's too hungry to do that.

Ahmad couldn't help smiling at himself because he knew this time around, he was the one looking for the trouble. He touched the long bridge of his nose with his forefinger, turn to look at Fatima taking a huge bite of shawarma that would've been too big for his own mouth but she seem perfectly alright fitting it inside hers. He raised a fine brow, totally not expecting her to be that hungry but she looks like she could take down a whole cow. And anything that will make Fatima not to retort to what he just did is an enormous deal.

He pivoted to the entrance as he heard the muffled movement of Dr. Mujida's footsteps. She trudged in staring around the house with sheer admiration in her eyes. "Nice home you've got, ACP."

He smiled, a natural one that forms when he is around older women he respects. "Thank you. You look lovely by the way." He complimented because she really did but before Dr. Mujida could answer -even though she's just blushed- Fatima choked loudly and started coughing. Ahmad sighed and meandered to the kitchen to get water for her and gave it to her, she didn't accept it. Surprised, not.

"I'd rather die than accept that." She croaked, her eyes tearing up but Dr. Mujida came and force her to gulp the whole thing down her throat. Fatima glared at her in contempt then pursed her lips and continue eating her extra large chicken shawarma. She was surprised by the compliment he gave the woman, really galvanized. He sounded so sincere and charming that she'd almost thought it was someone using his annoyingly deep baritone husky voice.

Dr. Mujida shook her head in disappointment, Fatima is a hopeless cause. "With such ego, you will die hungry very soon."

Dr. Mujida talked to them later on about the same matter and their expressions didn't change on the matter so she shrugged her shoulders and stood up to leave. "Fatima, I hope you know you are jeopardizing not only your health now, but your life." They escorted her to the door where she stopped and gave them a sheepish smile. "ACP, one of the shawarmas I brought is meant for you."

Later in the night, both Fatima and Ahmad were ready to go to bed when strange things started happening. First, Fatima clenched her legs hard, touched her head to clear the haziness that's suddenly clouding her vision. Ahmad was in the dining room working with his laptop when Fatima wouldn't allow him to watch the television calmly without using something to obstruct his view or mute the television so when he stumbled from the dining room to the living room to take his charger and phone, he fell unceremoniously while trembling. Fatima squeezed her eyes shut then opened it at the sound of him on the couch with her.

"Pass my AirPods and phone please." He whispered to her, his words slurry that caused it to deepen, it's timbre thick and hoarse that it sent a sudden jolt within her. Somewhere she's never knew existed, places within her seem to just awaken from an odd slumber.

Normally, Fatima wouldn't have looked at him but she found her hand reaching for his phone and AirPods, gave the phone first then the AirPods that he didn't collect instantly, allowed his hand to linger in hers. That is the first time they've physically touched on another in their rational state of mind and it did something to their entire beings. Fatima's eyes dilated as they clashed with Ahmad's unfocused ones, their muscles both losing tension and minds free of abrupt disturbing thoughts. They both feel lightheaded as if high on something but before they could focus on what is it something happened again.

Ahmad had took her hand in his larger soft ones, used his thumb to make a small circle in the middle of her plan, their eyes still held in place. She was shocked by the radiant warmth that flooded from her hand to her shoulder, then diffused through her entire body. It was like being drunk on sunlight, heat spilling in streams of sensation, and along with the pleasure came the sudden, alarming pressure behind her eyes that heralded tears. She's never felt anything relatively close to this neither had she read them in any of the books she's read.

"What's going on?" She whispered, her voice quite but her mind loud and unfocused.

Ahmad's brows furrowed leaving a dent between them. "I'm not sure, I don't know. I think Dr. Mujida did something to the shawarma she gave us and we are about to become intimate."

Fatima's eyes widened but she couldn't do anything against the onslaught aphrodisia that influx itself on her, her body became scalding hot. Soon she found herself moving slowly closer to Ahmad, her movement tentative and when he couldn't hold onto his own side effect, he drew her by her waist and flung her to his hard body so she is lying on top of him. Ahmad stared at her in amazement, he's never seen her up close before so he is mind blown. Her beauty is staggering when she's this vulnerable, innocent and less devious in her scheme.

Her prominent close set eyes seasoned with brown eyeballs the color of gingerbread, thick lashes a bit long but shorter than his own -something he's only stopped to notice once about himself. Her straight nose that landed on a septum ring that looks ridiculously more breathtaking up-close, she's making his chest throb uncomfortably. Moving downwards to the curve of her lips, he felt blood rushing from every part of his body. Her pouting lower lip, moistened and parted with direct invitation had him licking his chapped ones. He never knew he would feel this strong boundless desire for Fatima Musa Babagana albeit he's never found her repulsive but never a woman he would bed. Even as his wife.

Fatima also stared at him, as if she is just seeing him for the first time in her life. His skin is fairer from this angle, ranging through tan and ivory. His brows high angled and arched up as if posing as the main root of his self assured arrogance and elegant swift moves. Slowly lowering, she couldn't help using her finger to touch his eyelashes, they are so long that she tried yanking one whether they artificial or not. She pursed her lips at the idea, he is too lucky to have something he is not in need of like she's said once, the ones that don't want it always have it and she is proving and endorsing her words all the time. Just like right now.

His Roman nose stood in an aristocratic stand, his lips wide edged with laugh lines that makes her wonder whether he laughs for real. She's seen him smile but never laughed enough for him to have those. "Smile." She commanded and he did albeit looking confused by his own reaction to her demand.

The next second, his mouth was on hers, gentle but sure as he coaxed a response from her. She was filled with instant fever, burning everywhere, helpless against the onslaught of a desire like nothing she had ever known before. She wanted him with a desperation that frightened her. The pressure of his lips floated lightly over hers, straying briefly to her chin, her cheek, leaving trails of soft fire wherever they ventured, before he returned to her mouth with more explicit pressure that sent jolts to her spine.

Her hands started making desperate searches for something to hold on, anything will do. She clasped his neck in both hand, clinging to him like a koala bear, wanting to feel him closer to her but too much clothing is in the way.

Frustrated, she pulled away and tugged on the charcoal button up shirt he is wearing with impatience, he didn't stop her from doing so only busied his hands with untying her head tie, touched her short but soft hair in his fingers, massaged her scalp. A scolding moan came from her lips at the pleasure of having her hair stroked in the middle of liaison. Done with his shirt, she let her fingers wander across the hot toned body made with hard muscles. He shivered, becoming putty in her hands because he's never been touched this way and it's bringing out a passion he never knew existed.

Bringing her head back down, he sealed their lips again in a searing kiss, holding her down to his body and making sure they are aligned in every way possible. But she couldn't make her body obey, couldn't seem to stop the writhing of her hips and the shivering pleas that came from her kiss-bruised mouth. She is not getting what she wants. She doesn't know what it is but she wants something more than this, her body is aching.

"Please." She whispered, her legs moving around, Ahmad had to use both hand to clamp them down in place before standing up with her striding him, he trudged to the stairs in easy steps without breaking a sweat, their lips sealed all the way to his room.

He sought her kiss-swollen lips with his own. She was so delicious, her mouth, her tongue... His breathing turned ragged, and he used the shifting pressure of his hands to mold her body to him. They staggered together until he braced one of his hands on a nearby handrest to secure their balance. He couldn't kiss her deeply enough. He needed more of her. More of her skin, her smell, her frantic pulse under his tongue, her hair wrapped around his fingers. He needed the flex and arch of her naked body under his.

There were no words to describe such soul-stealing intimacy and the devastating confusion that had followed.