I dare you to comment on every paragraph for double update tomorrow🥰... Now about this book, I'm taking it down twenty four hours after I'm done to OkadaBooks anddddd, I'll publish the entire book there before I finish here so that means OkadaBooks will have ten chapters ahead of you. If you want to read it there, I'll share the link on instagram (aishatu.xx) but for now, let's enjoy the ride Dracos💕

Adnan made his way to his walk-in closet to get dressed for the day, his eyes slightly sleepy after not being able to sleep most of yesterday with his wife's nagging. He knew she was there for many purposes but the first thing she did after they left the stables was, browse around the house searching for God knows what. He watched without interrupting, took ointment from his first aid kit and entered his room.

It was full ten minutes later when she came in to find him on the bed almost dozing off, she'd frowned cutely at the door as she surveyed his form on the bed without a shirt wearing only sweatpants ready to sleep. She approached the bed, ransacked his body for any other injury but there is only the one below his ribs and it is only a bruise. Taking the ointment of the table which he had already applied, she packed her disheveled form on the bed beside him.

The room is large with a Hypnos bed settled in the middle taking over half the room, dark bedsheets like the one in his room back at the mansion. There is a walk in closet and en-suite inside the room. The entire little cabin have only two bedrooms each with it's en-suite inside, a large kitchen that is filled to the brim with variety of food, a living room and mini dining room beside it. It is just comfortable and something she would want.

Jannah had searched everywhere looking for any trace of woman inside the house but there was no scent or even glimpse of anything feminine inside the house, she is still not calm about it. She's decided to come clean and ask him why he was breathing earlier and be honest with herself. Also straightforward quiz out whether or not he sleeps with other women away from their matrimonial room. He will be frank with her.

Scooping the ivory ointment around her finger, she started massaging his stomach where the Welsh Pony had hit him gently, her eyes looking at her brown fingers on his olive skin but her mind is somewhere else. Adnan kept quiet, only lied there trying to catch some sleep after working the entire day in his farm, tending to his horses for most of the afternoon and now there is his wife here. She might need some tending too.

After a while, she sighed and stood up searching around the room with discretion trying not to get attention on herself but his eyes followed her movement like a prey. She got tired and entered his closet, removed a large hoodie and one of his boxers briefs. The closet here is smaller than the one in the mansion, it should be so.

Jannah made her way to the en-suite and took a bath, a much needed one using his soap bar so she could smell like him. While showering, she went on another fishing expedition rummaging everywhere she would find at least lipstick but nothing. Everything here screams bachelor's pad so she gave up. Maybe the woman was clever enough to not leave a trace. She is a mistress, she knows what to do after her job is done.

Is that why Adnan maybe released that dog to divert and mislead her? She quickly dried her body with his towel, wrestled into his hoodie and boxers which she's clipped with one of the pins she used on her hijab, the thing keeps falling off and Adnan's waist isn't large. She huffed, pinning the other side tightly then left the bathroom in a hurry, her hair wetting the wood beneath her feet while her glasses yaw foggy.

She found him dozing off on the bed, she won't have that. Using a smaller towel she found, she closed her head tightly so the water won't keep dripping after her like she's just peed. She crawled over the bed and removed his elbows from around his face, he cracked his eyes open showing her those abysmal granite-like depths. When will this man ever show emotions in his life? Is there a date?

She blinked at him owlishly then sat down beside him, her legs crossed Indian style whilst her hands are dropped in between them like a child. Jannah averted her eyes to her hands for a few seconds then back at him not knowing what to say. He's staring aloof at the wooden ceiling above them.

"I have a question to ask you and even though I've known you for being honest, I'll have to make more emphasis that. Please be fucking honest with me about this." She grumbled out, curling herself back to a sitting position closer to him like a cat.

Adnan didn't look at her, he can continued scrutinizing the ceiling above them with deep concentration, not answering her but there was this sign she saw that made her push her way forward. She slid beside him, wrap her arms around his neck ignoring the moody grunt he let out. She took a deep breath trying to compose her words and how to vocalize them without sounding crazy.

She smacked her lips together. "So, when I called you earlier, you were breathing harshly and it sounded somehow while doing something I don't know-" Adnan knew where she was taking this, as amusing as that sounds, he continued to listen with grim face.

"I want to know what was it you were doing. That is the first question, I have one more left." She raised her head to stare down at him, her elbows beside his head.

Jannah watched his throat as he swallowed, his olive skin bobbing up and down. "I was washing the horses."

She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her forehead landed on his chest to stop herself from laughing in too much glee. He shouldn't know what she is thinking about or he'd call her crazy. Or is he going to be mad that she thought so low of him? You can never know with Adnan, he is a dimensional person unsheathing different parts of him all the time.

Rising up, she grinned at him blindingly before confidently asking the other question though his eyes are not close. He won't sleep without answering the most crucial question she's got for him. Playing with the little hair he's got on his chest feeling like Imara herself, she loves doing that. Though in Jannah's case, she made it more sensual so he knows the difference between the two of them. One mature and one premature. One wife and the other daughter.

"So... have you ever slept with any other woman apart from me?" She trailed one lone finger around the dark nipples of his chest, there was no reaction but she could see his pulse beating harder.

Eyes still closed, voice granite and gruff as usual, he replied. "Yes." Then went to sleep, closing his eyes with his elbow again.

Jannah's hands went lax beside her, a bang came from behind her cranium, her eyes lids felt heavy on her face. She swallowed a bitter taste behind her throat this time around, harsh and astringent like a toxic acid she is forced to inculcate. On instinct she rolled away from Adnan, her eyes on the door that leads to the walk-in closet then the window beside it seeing how the sun is slowly setting down the horizon.

The pressure in her throat released with startling suddenness, and her eyes filled with liquid fire. She sat up and wailed, her voice extremely loud and hiccup-y as she cried real tears rolling down her face. She wiped the tears quickly in jerky movements, the tears are not halting even though she wanted them to stop. There is no use crying when she's suspected that the whole day.

A burning sensation crept up her chest spreading rapidly all over her body making her suddenly feel hot. Her breaths started coming out in fits, coarser and faster than it had few minutes ago. She laughed a few times, chortled too because she cannot believe just how stupid she's been all this while. Mariam was right, men should never be trusted no matter what they say to you. He is not loyal! The freaking bastard.

Adnan removed his elbow from his face and speculated her with a raised brow. Why is she crying now? Well, she's been crying for a while today so there is no need trying to find out the excuse. He tried going back to sleep but she wouldn't stop, he grunted and sat up. He is so tired, he wants to sleep.

"Why are you crying now?" He asked reluctantly, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. He just remembered that he's got meeting with Jibril Shehu tomorrow in the morning back in the city.

Jannah refused to answer, only fluttered her legs around like a child. She turned around two minutes later, the tears making her look somehow but not ugly. He narrowed his eyes at her, not knowing what to say at the moment. He is speechless!

Through her several hiccups, she said. "When Mariam told me men are never to be trusted, I thought you were an exception but you fucking aren't! Just like them, you are a man-whore sleeping with every girl. Settling for one woman is like a curse for you guys, Codger! And adultery is haram, frowned upon by Allah because it is a gargantuan sin. But nooooo, you must stick with other women. I knew the moment I heard those breaths earlier, something was up. Who is the mistress and where is she?"

Adnan stared at her like she's lost a few marbles inside her cranium then mumbled. "Mariam..."

"What?" She asked through wide eyes, crawling closer to him to see whether she's heard him right or not.

"That woman is a bad news, I already told you from the beginning. And I don't have any mistress. I don't sleep around too." He explained looking like he's swallowed an acerbic pill.

Jannah frowned, crossed her arms in front of her. "But you just said that you've slept with other women apart from me."

"My first wife."

Jannah's mouth made an 'o' because she remembered the woman her mother-in-law told her about. Slightly embarrassed, she peered at him from beneath her lashes blinking owlishly. She perceived with a caught of breath that she is in front of him, their faces just inches apart. Maybe when she approached him thinking he was telling her the name of his mistress, Mariam. She almost lost it back there for a minute.

They studied each other, both of them unmoving and pleasurably tensed, invisible fuses burning. Lowering his head, he touched his lips to her temple, where a faint whisk of veins was visible. He could sense her bewilderment, the force of her unwilling attraction to him. He swallowed, this instincts of his is making him do things he'd never think of.

As the warmth of his touch suffused her, Jannah stumbled closer, to meld herself against his hard body. Fire licked smoothly along her nerves in instant reaction to him, and a soft sound came from Adnan's throat as he sensed her surrender. His hands smoothened over her collarbones as he did earlier.

Jannah leaned forward to his touch. As Adnan withdrew his arm from in front of her the back of his hand brushed accidentally against her breast. They both froze instantly. The immediacy of Adnan's desire washed over him without mercy. He inhaled sharply, wanting her uncontrollably, images filling his mind: the pliant firmness of her flesh in his hands, in his mouth, anywhere, everywhere. The inward rush of air dried his lips of their moisture.

He drew her closer to his chest, his lips closing over hers in a scorching kiss that weakened her knees. He lowered her to the bed, cradling her head gently on the pillow while massaging her slightly wet hair.

Jannah became oblivious of everything but the searing contact between their bodies, the hungry clasp of flesh to flesh. She was consumed like tinder fed to a flame, feeling hot and light, weightless. Their passion was new, desperate, too long denied. His hand slid upward along her side, searching for her body through tbe fine material of his shirt, cupping her breast delicately.

Her knees weakened at the sensation and she leaned against him, letting the hard muscles of his legs take her weight. Somewhere in the back of Adnan's quickly evaporating mind the thought intruded that he was not going to be able stop even if the house is going to catch on fire. He brought her naked body to his, their bodies sizzling hot.

His eyes moseyed to her sleeping form on the bed clad in only the dark obsidian bedsheets, he calloused but he looked away and entered the walk-in closet to get dressed. Like always, he extricated a jet black long sleeves dress shirt and buttoned it from neck down. He tucked the shirt into his slacks, shrug on a navy blue waistcoat on top of it.

Lastly, he tied his toe around his neck, slip on ebony Italian Oxford shoes. He left the walk-in closet, his hands on his Rolex wristwatch reading the time. It's seven thirty in the morning. He woke up around five and prayed, tried waking Jannah to do the same but the girl is clinging onto the mattress like a koala. Approaching the room now, he saw her sitting wide awake in the middle of the bed.

"Good morning, Dracs. You look so hot! How I wish I can lock you up inside this cabin forever." She admired, curling her hands underneath her chin to look at him with an exaggerated sigh.

He raised a brow at her, his eyes sliding down her chest. "Get dressed or you go back home alone."

She jumped off the bed naked except for his boxers and rushed to the bathroom in three strides of a kangaroo, Adnan shook his head and left the room to go check on his horses and crops one last time before leaving. When he saw the Welsh Pony that almost wounded his wife, he frowned at the horse. He is going to gift it away to some polo friends of his, he needs it no more.

He called one of the stable boys, Isah. "I'll send some men to come take away Colt tomorrow. Clear away his stall for another Shire that'll arrive in three days."

Isah's excited eyes landed on his boss as he jumped on his heels. "Yes, Sir."

"Is there anything?" Adnan asked like he usually does before leaving the farmhouse.

"Well, everything is in order but the Arabian you brought last month is not feeling too good. I thought you noticed when you tended to them yesterday." He explained, his eyes dropped on the floor.

Adnan did notice but Jannah's arrival made him forget everything that's happened in the stable and the horses. "Oh, that... I'll send a vet to check on it later. If there is any other thing, talk to Jacob about it."