I THINK MAAYU SUN KAMANI😭 TODAY IM SICK AND TOMORROW IM FINE. I SPENT THE WHOLE YESTERDAY NURSING FEVER WHILE SLEEPING FOR MORE THAN TWENTY HOURS! SHA, have this for now...

She extracted a paper from her shirt and unfolded it, she stared at the typed words with a small smile. She got Mariam to introduce her to any printer around, there were a lot of them but before the woman did her job for her, she asked too many questions that Jannah wanted to leave the place to another place after strangling her, her questions were funny too at the same time.

"Who are you planning on giving this paper?" She'd asked after reading what Jannah had written down in a different sheet, her poor penmanship.

Jannah had suspired, holding onto her last resolve while looking at Imara right outside the door cleaning her legs. "It is my brother. He doesn't want to follow simple rules so I must go through this."

"But why do you have to do that to your own bro-" Jannah cut her off by abruptly standing up, her patience already liquidated.

"If you won't do this, then hand over the paper so I can go somewhere else." She offered her hand waiting for her to pass her the paper but she didn't, frowned and got to work whilst grumbling.

Adnan watched her looking thoroughly astonished and galvanized at what she was saying. What is going on in that head of hers? Is she trying to get some money or she is now working with his enemies? If not then why the heck is there a contract in her hand with a stamp from his office? Who on earth gave her that? Maybe he had underestimated her?

"Don't look scared, it's nothing to worry about." She hit the paper with her middle finger, her expression serene.

Placing the sheet on the bedside drawer knowing he lacks the strength to pick it up, she then continue her work by removing his suit next. Her eyes following the movements of her hands while feeling Adnan's piercing glare drilling several abysmal holes into her head but she refused to acknowledge that. After successfully removing the suit from around his powerful sinew body, she sat down heavily like the work exhausted her.

"You know what? Let's get this done and over with." She took the paper back in her hand and started grinning to herself then chuckled at some point.

"It is a contract, Dracs. In the first clause, it says; Dracs won't ever threaten to send his wife and daughter packing back to Nigeria without him. Both the wife and daughter have the right to follow him anywhere across the globe. They will live together in whichever country they find themselves. Dracs will fulfill his rights as a husband and will visit his wife whenever she needed him..." she stopped to slant a sunny smile at him

Adnan on the other hand released a breath he didn't know he was holding because he expected her to betray him. The main reason why he never trusted anyone, everyone is a criminal in his eyes and his wife is no different. He would think they are all conspiring against him to bring him down. In this case, he's done her so many wrongs that she would want to avenge those.

On the other hand, he would've laughed at how ridiculous the clauses sounded. Is she that naive and satanic at the same time?

Jannah frowned at the paper then shrugged, that was it. Then; "Dracs should never ever think about punishing his wife ever again no matter how many rules or whatever principles of his she goes against."

He couldn't stop himself from raising a brow though it took great effort from his lethargic facial muscles. His entire body is weak, there is no pain whatsoever but the weakness is more than being sick to him. He cannot move his arms or any limb of his for that matter. It felt as if he was paralyzed but he was drugged by his own wife who hated his guts. Not for some bizarre reasons though.

"Will you sign the contract, Dracs? Or do you want to stay like that for the rest of your stay here? You have just few more days before we go to Tokyo. And this poison won't wear off without it's antidote." Her grin as wide as life itself, making her face ache from too much smiling.

He glowered at her gauging her expression to see whether or not she is serious about what she's said, dead so too. The woman who's poisoned him with a venom enough to make him collapse will go to any length to get what she wants. She could become a great businesswoman if she wanted to, she's got a sharp mind. Outmaneuvered him in this little game of hers too. Candidly, he hadn't seen that coming.

Swallowing thickly at the capitulation surging through him, he looked away from her to the door that leads to the mini living room. Imara must be inside right? Maybe if she comes out and ask why her father is like this Jannah will relent and just inject him with the antidote? But then again, this woman knows how to bend her ways with her daughter. She is going to outsmart him again, further mortification.

"Dracs?" She pressed, tilting her head so she could look him dead in the eyes but he looked away again. "We don't have the whole day, dragon."

It was much later when he thought about the ways to get back at her, he gave a small nod that occurred with his entire joints protesting. Jannah beamed, pass him the paper and pen so he could sign even though he was too anemic. She is not stupid to inject him with the antidote before he signs, that would've been too foolish of her. It's either he signs it with the dallying fingers or stay like that forever. Not really but for a long time.

She can easily explain and manipulate the situation to Imara if she wants. He shouldn't think about that alternative. Imara wont hinder her plans neither can anyone. Not after she's grown the balls to go through with this like a connoisseur.

He signed the paper successfully albeit the place deepened on the mattress and tore it a little, it will work. She stood up and went to save everything in her phone, the new MacBook she got for herself, a copy to Aisha and another to her mother-in-law just in case he tore this one, that's something he can do. He is a business man after all, knows how to breach contract to get what he wants. She's seen how he ruthlessly works, she cannot trust him.

She came back still beaming at him then opened the syringe, uncapping it off the fern sheathe cloaking it. Slowly she turned him around so she could have access to his waist where she's studied hard on how to inject, she pushed the needle steadily until all the translucent content finished inside. He won't be able to stand now and be back with his strength until about thirty minutes after the antidote deliquesce inside him.

Lying back on bed with him, she removed his shirt from his body to wipe away the sweat all over him. A smile glistened her face as she did so. She reached for his Stuart Hughes belt, he lied there hibernated and dormant not stopping nor encouraging her but she went on anyway. Her eyes caught his, the dilation she saw there left her stomach dipping and core tightening.

Leisurely, she abandoned the belt and slid her body up to his chest. Her hands snaked around his taut sturdy neck, she smirked at him before leaning down to pepper his chest with erotic kisses. She became hypersensitive on her heartbeat and the tightening of her buds, sensation of being flooded with warmth fell over her like an onslaught of avalanche.

When she felt the change in his body too, she grinned evilly at him raising her head so they are eyes to eyes. His are still emotionless but the dilation was there, she didn't imagine it. She pressed her lips against his tentatively, moved them with an amateur moves while coaxing a response from him. He gave none, much to her dismay but she didn't give up. She won't cede now, he's signed a contract too so he should know better.

Jannah was not only innervated when she felt his strong hands holding her down in a move that doesn't feel at all pleasant or gentle. Startled, her eyes widened in fear, the rhyme of heart changing from carnal liaison to pure dread. She gulped down a thick gob at the thought of what he would do to her and how on earth is he strong just a minute after injecting the antidote in him? It should be after thirty minutes!

Her face turned ashen, her hands now clammy on his chest, tendons stood out at the back of her neck. She lied there on him stagnant, frightened and consternated.

Maybe the dilation she saw was anger and not lust as she had thought in her craziness? Her breath bursted in and out in fits, beads of sweat took their position on her forehead and above her lips. Her chest is aching from beating too hard, her heart in her throat. She hasn't thought much about what would happen when he regains his strength. She should have!

Adnan's jaw twitched dangerously, his nostrils flaring and his fingers flexed tightly around her arms in a bruising grip. He was usually slow to anger, but once it started, mountains trembled, oceans parted, and every creature with an instinct for self-preservation fled for cover. Exactly what she would want to do, fly or just disappear.

"Are you done?" He muttered in a ponderous calm voice that sounds so unlike him, through gnashed teeth, his eyes flinty and scary.

Her own widened some more because in all her life she's never seen anything more scarier than a resentful Adnan. Her pulse began throbbing gratingly, tears pooled in her eyes in fear of what he might do to her. She's never seen his anger. Had she known this was going to be his reaction, she wouldn't have gone through with her plan. But will he harm her with Imara right next door? Surely he wouldn't, right?

She doesn't know! All she knew right now is that he looks furious enough to tear her limb by limb and feed them to dogs or his fellow dragons. She needs a plan now if she wants to leave Maldives alive!

Looking around, there was nothing she could use so she lowered her mouth to bite his shoulder, hard! It felt as though she wanted to tear the skin there, he didn't react immediately then he released her with startled suddenness that had her falling on the carpeted floor with a thumb. She stood up briskly, no time to feel any pain with this animal in front of her. The beast after her life.

"What the fuck?" Adnan cursed for the first time in his life.

She ignored him in her panic -not even noticing that he's just cursed- yanking violently at the hand grasp of the door. Abruptly the piece pulled free of it's rivets, and she staggered back at the friction. Bewildered, she looked down at the broken metal part in her hand. For a moment, there was only silence. Her instincts kept yelling at her to turn around but she couldn't. How could she?

She is doomed! Officially, ceremoniously ruined more than she was few minutes ago. She's added another trouble to her name making it look like the most gargantuan pinnacle to have ever existed.

Adnan left the bed with this slow virility of the most healthiest man alive. It was as if she hadn't poisoned him. As he glowered at her terrified figure huddled by the door, he perceived with utter admonishment. All the heat from their earlier encounter came rushing back so fast that it hurt, his flesh rising with a swift ache beneath the layers of his skin. He was profoundly grateful for the concealment of his loose slacks.

After all she's done to him? Poisoning, blackmailing and threatening him? All things he'd despised? The devil knew what had inspired all this lust. And it wasn't the ordinary sort of lust, it was... spiced with something. It was a steady, ruthless warmth, like strong sunlight, and it filled every part of him. It almost made him dizzy.

Jannah could only stare at him in absorption, hugging her arms around herself as she drank in the sight of him. So many times she had seen him in the most expensive business clothes, cool, unruffled, and perfectly handsome, yet nothing or no one could compare with him as he looked right now, exuding unvarnished masculinity from every pore.

And of course a scowl that promised to get back at her felony when he gets his hands on her.

Stopping right in front of her, he took ahold of her arms in both his hands. He got lost for a second there in her eyes. She wasn't classically beautiful, but she was as vibrant as a flame, with an intriguing combination of sweetness and witchery in her face. Her mouth was a fantasy come true, tender, full, and unmistakably carnal.

His large body looming over her fearful one that's quivering now, tears rushing down her face rapidly. She's surrendered to whatever her repercussion is going to be. The door broke when she was about to make her escape. Is there any other more misfortune waiting for her? Probably not.

But she tried battling his hands around her, she won't die just like that. Uselessly. Her struggles ceased suddenly as she felt his mouth on hers, the heat of his lips and tongue robbing her off her breath. It seemed that he was trying to brand her with his kiss, imprint her very soul with the force of his angry passion. She slackened, her entire being lowering like a stone dropped on balloon.

His arms were hard as they closed around her. Roughly his hands gripped the curves of her body, his head bending over hers until she arched against him. She didn't want to respond, but the wildness rose inside her until she submitted with a sob of despair. He knows how to disarm her and let her throw away all her guard.

He is not going to kill me! She chanted in her head and continued crying this time in glee.

Her hands reached around his neck, fingers clenching in his dark hair to hold him close. Adnan made an urgent sound in his throat and cupped his hands over her buttocks, lifting her high against him. He walked towards the smoothened wall and pressed her back supine against it and prolonged their kiss her tears serving as seasoning between their lips. Salty yet sensuous.

Making a tiny moan of protest as he lifted his head, Jannah wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face against the warm column of his throat. She could not resist his touch, nor her own unconquerable desire to please him, to touch him tenderly. Just why?

She could no longer hold back the pleading sounds in her throat, her mouth working frantically to draw in more of his taste, more of the warm male silk of his mouth. He strolled to the bed taking his leisure time as if they have the whole world at a stop waiting for them. Imara might wake up so he should get whatever it is he wants to do done and over with.

Does she have any right to say no after what she did? Not that she wanted to say that, never.

He lie her down on the bed not so gently and surveyed her covered body. That brow raise, he ordered in a way that moistened her. "Strip."

Jannah studied him like a mouse cornered, the earnestness is there in his eyes so she slowly started discarding each article of clothing sheathing her while blushing hard. The lights are turned on, he could see everything and this time he is not cloaking her with kisses to hide the embarrassment. She lied there only in her bra and panties. It looks like he wanted to say something then thought better.

She shielded her body with her hands, anywhere she could close. He joined her on the bed and it's safe to say she was punished thoroughly throughout the night. Miraculously, Imara woke up when they collapsed beneath the duvet.