Adnan gave out a long sigh at the smell of Jannah's feminine perfume on his pillow, he clutched the furry-fill pillow with vigor as he longed for sleep but he couldn't. He tossed and turned on the bed before deciding to go get some water from the kitchen. Jannah normally fills up the jug by his bedside, what happened now? Maybe she left for the villa afraid of being alone?

He made it down the stairs longing to find her in the kitchen making something for them like always. Longing to hear the loud squeals of Imara from the living room watching her many cartoons. But there was none, only the gentle sound of his flip flops gumming to the tiles beneath him. His eyes zeroed on the island as he remembered a particular scene few days after their return from Maldives.

"Yo, Dracs! I never knew you were going to come back home today. Why are you here?" She asked from the gas cooker turning around with perspiration all over her forehead and neck.

He came back then to gather some papers, crucial ones that she's torn many days ago. He's forgotten about the new copies he'd made in his home study at that time. The man who's never forgotten anything related to work, it was embarrassing when he realized with much dismay that the meeting he's set for later with a few small and local business owners won't hold without those papers. He wants to invest in their business to help them.

That is something Adnan Ibrahim Attahir had never done since he succeeded and became rich until Jannah's interference with his life. There is just something about the way she treats the poor in the streets, even back in Maldives she's given lots of her Maldivian rufiyaa and euros too. He wasn't sure how she affected him so but he knew it was all thanks to her that he thought about it deeply. He's disregarded the topic when Alim told him about the business owners requesting for help.

Throwing her a lazy look, he answered with a drawl in his tone that made her intestines vibrate. "Came back for important papers." They were in his hands.

She cleaned her hands on the leggings she is wearing, her below-the-butt shirt riding a little then falling back. "Oh. I knew you wouldn't come back just like that. You love it when you abandon us."

"Maybe." He made his way to the refrigerator where he took a bottle of water as an excuse for her to talk to him further.

"Ah, the heartless man with beautiful face." Her throaty voice was getting closer and closer as she traipsed to him in slow tentative steps.

Adnan hid back a smile, she never seize to compliment him when insulting him, he never minded because each and every single insult that emerge from her lips is accurate and it describes him in every situation. Whenever she is quiet around him, he feels sick and disturbed so her insulting him meant nothing but a nice atmosphere.

"I'm going now." He made a move to leave the kitchen and out of the house since he's taken the papers but Jannah was there in front of him.

She gave a small moue of her lips, snapping his attention to the peachy angelic yet libidinous lips curling. Adnan was filled with this overwhelming feeling so energetic and vigorous that he succumbed to it and lean down, his breath fanning her face. He saw the way her face stilled, her eyes widened and breath hitched. Oh, he didn't know what he was doing too at that time but he had to kiss her. A small one will suffice.

It had been intended as a light, affectionate kiss, but as her lips trembled beneath his, there was a low, soft sound from deep in his throat, and hungrily he enfolded her in his arms. Startled by the sudden blaze of heat between them, she made a move to pull away, but he held her more tightly, his mouth forcing hers open. Insidious pleasure trickled through her, sweet and irresistible. Jannah let out a pleasure filled gasp.

Her hands fluttered over the hard surface of his back before resting on his shoulders, and her breasts pressed against his chest as she strained closer. His lips moved roughly on hers, a warm velvet friction that seemed to last forever. She swallowed convulsively and took a quick, abbreviated breath, and her lungs seemed to be filled not with air, but fire. Scorching and sweltering inferno. There was something animalistic in that kiss that made her tremble from head to toe, inside and out.

Her whole body was light and hot, weightless in his arms, shaking with the need to be closer to him. Even when he let her go, it seemed that their bodies were joined with an invisible current; she could feel it's pull as he stepped back from her. There was a sense of urgency in her, the need to have him closer but he took steps away from her.

Adnan muttered something in baffled frustration and left swiftly, closing the door with unnatural quietness. Shivering, Jannah had went the window and watched his Buggati Veyron drove away.

He went to the refrigerator to get water, the memory slipping away from his mind when a yellow sticky note caught his attention. No, seven sticky notes -joined together- winking at him. He frowned at the papers in scrutiny, it makes sense who placed that on the refrigerator for him. But shouldn't she have placed it in his bedroom? He is never one to come to the kitchen, she knows that too. To make him suffer or intentionally refuse to fill up his jug so he will have to come down here?

This is the third day since the incidence with Jibril Shehu and Muhammad Bakri. He came back earlier in the afternoon after making sure he's taken care of everything related to them. Be it the police, the law and everyone that is supposed to be included in the matter. Now it is going to be closed forever with Bakri still in the hospital convalescing, forcing his wife back and threatening her to come back to him.

Adnan had gone to the hospital earlier in the morning, he took care of Jibril Shehu first making sure he is locked behind the bars for the rest of his life. The man has been crippled for life because he's got no legs, one of his eyes is damaged for good and so many things about him won't work ever again. Adnan made sure of that. He must have forgotten who he was when he decided to mess with him. He should be lucky to be alive. Maybe he can repent now.

When he went to the hospital, his wife whom he found out was named Nadia from Bilal was absent. They went together with Bilal who insisted that he wanted to see the condition he's left Bakri in.

"How are you, oldest friend? I'm not exactly glad that you are not wrapped from head to toe. I wanted to see you damaged and worthless." Bilal had said to Bakri, his eyes snarky and dangerous. He hit one of the legs that's wrapped in a cast earning a yelp from Bakri.

Bakri couldn't reply, he was wrapped all over his face with a bandage, his leg is also hanging along with his hand and neck too. He is in a slightly good shape because he should've looked much more wrecked.

Adnan removed the sticky notes and read aloud. "Draco! Yeah, I refuse to call you that because I wanted to be romantic and lots of people call you Draco so I decided not to, that'd be so ewwish. Anyway, you don't deserve it. I realized that I've wasted so much time waiting for you to come around but you're being so awfully stubborn or is it fool-headed? I don't even know and honestly, I'm tired of waiting for you my entire life. Like a trend of this woman I saw once on instagram, marriage is not do or die. She is right, we have every right to leave a marriage we don't want to stay in.

"In this situation, where the man is not practical. I've been waiting, waiting again and then lied to myself that it is all because of my daughter. It was but mine too. I wanted you for myself. Which wife wouldn't want her husband? You think all those years I spent without you were all amazing and lavish because you keep lots of money around for me whenever I want? Oh, I was so hollow and empty.

"I thought you had a rough past, you did. I won't lie to you, Jibril told me what had happened to you and to say I was shocked would've been an understatement. I felt deep pain within me, a loathe for the man I never knew. I realized that you've been too hurt to have any relation and love anyone in your life. I mean, you were not but just a boy. But how can I understand so much when you refuse to let me in? You want to be alone, I accept that and you have your freedom now. I won't force you anymore, there is no reason to.

"I have feelings for you, deep ones that'll probably lead to many sleepless nights, depression and whatnot? I still will move on. It's hard accepting that I've lost both my husband and daughter at the same time but then I comfort myself that this is the trial I am supposed to pass through and I will. Oh, Allah loves me to test me so much lately. The thought keeps me alive, floating and... just breathing.

"I hope you find peace with yourself and get rid of that darkness shrouding you from seeing the good life can offer. Maybe I am not going to be the one there with you when you do that and as hurtful as it is to think about another woman with you, I still wish you the best. I'm going to miss you. I love the person I become around you though I won't be able to unravel that side of me anymore. Thank you for coming into my life Adnan Ibrahim Attahir, you are loved.

"Weirdly, I don't want you back in my life no matter how much I enjoyed the last few months with you. I want to find love somewhere else knowing you won't be able to give me what I want not because you don't want to, because you cannot. I'm growing to be more demanding, I want all your attention but you are married to your work. Besides, too traumatic to give back what I am willing to offer. I don't blame you, I really don't. We are just not meant to be from the beginning. A billionaire and a colleen from the village? What an ominous sight.

"This is a goodbye. I'm leaving you with a secret. Maybe your mother would tell you one day but I won't. I'd like to think there is something I have kept away from you. There is no other confession, of my love or anything. It is not coming for I am sure you felt everything, my actions were loud and pronounced efficiently
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Was...
Yours, Jannah."

Adnan held the letters and read through them two more times, inculcating the words and her penmanship in his head. She is leaving him? After all they've been through together like she's said? Had he been suffocating her so much? Few months ago he would've welcomed the idea with open arms but right now, nothing feels more wrong than Jannah leaving him.

He paced around the kitchen, drank two bottles of seventy centiliter of water in just five minutes without knowing. She cannot leave the marriage without a divorce right? He stopped pacing for a bit then made his way to her room where he found empty. None of her possessions were there, even Imara's was a little stripped. This cannot be happening, she will not leave this marriage.

He went back to his room and hunted for his phone. He dialed her number several times but she wouldn't pick, dropped a message which she refused to reply even after five hours. Adnan dropped another one and waited until five hours pass before dialing her number again. Why isn't she answering his calls? What is she doing? She is probably at the villa.

Was that how she felt when he refused to reply all her messages? He feels sick in the stomach. What is this feeling?

Gathering his large pride aside, he called his younger brother. "Did you mistaken my number for someone else's?"

"Where is she?" He asked, straight to the point in his monotone voice trying to intimidate his little brother.

"Who are you talking about?" Ammar played dumb, he was with both Jannah and Aisha at that moment. Aisha just got discharged from the hospital.

"Don't play around, this is not the time. Is she at the villa?" Adnan pressed, his face set tightly looking too serious. This is not a joke anymore.

"She is there but she doesn't want to see you. It's either you send the divorce through her phone, give it to Edward or through a mailman but she will not see you. And you know what I think?" Ammar trailed off, moving away from Jannah and Aisha.

Adnan tightened his hands in a fist, his pulse spiking angrily. "I don't want to know what you think. Tell her I'm coming and she must see me."

Ammar chuckled sounding angry himself, this is a first. "See that pride! I am going to tell you what I think anyway. You deserve all of these!"

"I'd like it if you go back to your lane. Don't cross me this evening Ammar." Adnan gnashed out testily, veins popping from his forehead.

"For all Jannah had endured, I'm going to cross my lane. Don't come looking for her because I will not allow you to see her if she doesn't want to. No one is going to force her to do what she doesn't want to so I'll advise you to not waste your time. You've got meetings right? Oh, aren't you going to Tokyo anymore?" Ammar taunted, really crossing Adnan.

He is indeed supposed to go to Tokyo this week but that'll have to wait. His marriage is about to fall apart and all the nerves, pores, organs and blood in his body is screaming against it. There is no way he is leaving Nigeria knowing Jannah is slowly slipping away from his arms. Or has she slipped away already?

"I'm coming to see her, I'll see what you can do to stop me."