Jannah tossed and turned on bed that night without any trace of sleep. She's slept the whole day so she couldn't possibly go back to yet another sleep, she is not high or drunk on anything. She's thought about taking some medication but decided against it for side effects Aisha told her about.

She stood up and made her way to the bathroom to perform ablution and pray, it's two in the morning. Wait she's been tossing about on the bed for three hours already? What on earth is going on with her now? She discarded any thought and spent some time with her Lord.

It felt as though she was going to fall asleep only for her eyes to open wide and stare ahead at the frost ceiling. She won't get any sleep so she needs to do something to entertain herself. Maybe go and check if Adnan is in the kitchen again today? He didn't have dinner at all it seems.

She checked the kitchen but there was no sign of Adnan neither was his scent present which means he didn't come down the whole night. Is there food in his room or something? Why else is he always not hungry and men are known for their large appetite and inability to stay hungry for much long. Adnan is proving all those lines wrong though, he hardly eats, when he does it is another story.

Her legs took her to his door where she clicked open gently, she poked her head inside to check if he is inside and there he lie on bed. Seems like he is sleeping. Just when she turned around to leave, almost closing the door, she noticed a movement on the bed inside the glass cubicle. He rose his head to see who was at the door. Big mistake.

Whoa, the man's got some nice pair of ears to have heard that his door moved. Or is he just paranoid after having so many enemies to fit an entire country?

She entered the room, her hands clasped behind her in this cute way she didn't know she was doing. Adnan sat up on the bed turning on the light in the room in process, the duvet around him falling down to his thighs showing his naked torso. Her face heat up but she refused to look away, there is no need doing that. Her heart fluttered in her chest making her ears dull for a second too long, she would've heard what he's said. His lips had moved.

She didn't stop until she was standing on one of the three staircases that'll lead her into the glass cubicle. Her eyes hesitated from turning the knob in front of her, Adnan gave her an evil ghost smile that was barely there but with her eyes on every move of his, she saw it. He clicked a button behind him, crossed his arms on his chest as if he is ready to watch drama.

Her eyes narrowed, he's closed the cubicle door but why did that make her laugh instead of feeling humiliated? She really tossed her head back and guffawed at his tactics. Why? Because she never knew her husband, the able Draco have it in him to have fun or do anything hilarious actually. Him locking the door on her is something she finds jocose.

After she's finished laughing and composed her small chortles, she also crossed her arms and watched him through her bifocals and his own glass cubicle. Who needs glass cubicles in their room for goodness sake? Must everything be extravagant in his home? He even locked it with a button behind him, the man is more dangerous than she's initially thought capable.

She won't leave that room though, she isn't sleepy so she can spend the rest of the morning there. She leaned down and whispered, "Open the goddamn door" but he continue to look nonplussed.

Her lips pursed to the side. She decided to breath on the glass then write down with her finger. "Open the fucking door, Dracs."

He shrugged his shoulders in a no so she sat down there on the stairs and curl both her hands beneath her jaw watching him. He made a move to lie back down on the bed thinking it has come to an end. She's got better plans for him so she stood up and went to the television beside the cubicle. She could bet with her life he's never watched anything there, the man is so hopeless.

Maneuvering her way around the device, she managed to turn it on after great difficulty. Where the hell is her phone? Aisha had taught her how to connect Netflix and YouTube using your phone. If she leaves the room, he might close the door and then she'll be left bored for the next three hours thirty minutes. That won't happen. She hunted around for his phone but zilch.

She tried thinking of some other way to get the television to start working then remembered she only needed the password for Netflix. Right! And what was the password for the one Aisha opened for her yesterday? What was it? What was it?!

Yes! TheBillionairesWildWife:

Taking the remote controller like thing on the television stand, she typed exactly that and waited for it to start working, it did. She searched for this hot movie she's been meaning to watch, Aisha's advise of course. If he won't allow her in there, she might as well disrupt his peace. After watching this, he won't be able to move from the bed.

But before she could play the movie, a click sound reached her ears. She turned around to see what happened only to see the door to the glass cubicle opening by itself. She raised a brow at her husband in question but he didn't give her any. Hastily, she dropped the remote controller and slipped inside the glass cubicle. He shouldn't have opened the door though.

She crossed her arms in front of her and regarded him coolly. After what he's done earlier in front of his employees, not agreeing that she was his wife in a direct way to keep the questions and embarrassment at bay, she wanted to be mad at him then remembered that he is supposed to leave tomorrow. His three days are over, he'll be leaving to God knows where.

If she decides to be mad at him, she'll finish her rubbish without him noticing. He'd be happy to get her off his back so she swallowed the bitter pride with arctic water. The man is just there, he wouldn't know when she is mad or not. Only continue on with his life like he did nothing wrong.

She traipsed to his bed and sat down Indian style. She tilted her head waiting for him to turn around and face her, he didn't. Why did he open the door for her then?

"I know you are not sleeping so turn around let's talk." She murmured quietly knowing it's deep into the night, her voice will be carried out.

He didn't turn around immediately, took his precious time to do so. When he did, his eyes slanted over her in a way that sent frisson down her spine, her stomach yawed taut and core tighten. There is something about the way he is looking at her right now. In a way that both irk her and made her visceral quiver inside.

She cleared her throat, something uncomfortable is going on there. "Why this cubicle around your bed? To alert you when there are enemies in your room and forestall their attack?"

He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "That's right. To keep them at bay until I'm fully armed too."

Her lips hit the floor. She was only joking about the enemies coming to attack but he is serious already? What on earth is this man surrounded with? So much danger that'll probably lead to his death because of greed? She doesn't understand her husband neither is she too keen on doing so now. The more she finds out about him the worse he became.

Sheafing her wits back in place, she wondered out loud. "You are serious about them attacking you? What sort of business are you into really? It doesn't look like just oil company."

A sardonic smile took over his face. "You really want to know?" He went on at her hasty nod. "I deal with drugs, dealt with drugs actually but not anymore. A couple of illegal weapons, fake cash and whatnot."

She chuckled at his seriousness then... Her eyes widened like a saucer, all trace of amusement erased from her face. "Wait, are you serious?"

"I am. You think only oil got me here? I stopped dealing with anything illegal when I made my first billions so the men I worked with are after me for taking a few things out of the line. Some want me because I have evidence to their dirty secrets, some deaths here and there with my name colored scarlet." He is talking nonchalantly while she watched in horror.

"That's why they call you Draco and think you are into mafia. I get it." She nodded in autopilot almost murmuring to herself and not him.

"I don't know why they think I'm into mafia. Yes, you disappear if I don't like your impertinence or take away something from my possession without my permission but that is it. No report that I've killed anyone. So far."

The way he said the so far sent chill down her spine, or is it the way his voice lowered to murmur the words? He sounds so serious about the entire thing that she is afraid this person is not her husband. Should she doubt that though? She's never known him well enough to judge him. This is her husband's reality, a dark life he's lived. Or still lives in.

"Why do people say you are intelligent? What's so special about your brain?" She asked instead, taking a gargantuan pillow from the bed to settle it between her legs, lying her head on it in process.

She thought he was going to deny the entire notion of intelligence but a grave shrug from him gave it away. "I remember things that shouldn't be remembered, trivial ones. I can read people just by their appearance and stuff."

Can she retrace back to why he is answering her questions like that? But she is going to jump on it of course. It's not everyday that she gets Adnan to talk to her, or even sit with her.

"It's not that bad. Remembering trivial things and stuff. It's kinda cool."

"Remembering too many things makes the brain inefficient. There's a certain amount of information we're supposed to forget because we don't need it, or because it hinders us. But I remember all the failed attempts as well as the successes. All the mistakes and negative outcomes. Sometimes it's like being caught in a dust storm-there's too much debris flying about for me to see clearly."

She mulled over the fact with a small nod, he is right. She is now admitting it to herself, Adnan is darn intelligent. Now can he remember the first time they met in this same house? She was crying hysterically while calling out her brother's name but there was no one. She was there all alone in a foreign state, foreign home with a stranger who's looking at her like she just ran away from a mental asylum.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" She tilted her head to the side, the cap on it falling to the side revealing her uncombed hair. Her face heat up as she hastily close it back, that was not a cute sight for sure.

Adnan surveyed her for a few more seconds then shrugged. "It was at your hometown."

She shook her head grinning widely, he doesn't remember. "It was here in this house in your living room."

Unaccustomed to being wrong, about anything, Adnan said coolly. "You're laughing at me."

"No, I'm laughing with you, but in a slightly superior way." She sighed, not knowing what to talk about but she wants to keep talking.

She licked her lips, leaned closer to him, watching his every movement. He didn't lean back or move away so she tilted her head and questioned. "Can I kiss you? Please don't say no."

There was no emotion or expression on his face, he only watched her with this staidness that crumbled all her hopes that they are getting somewhere. Adnan won't ever open up to her and all those he is saying are casual conversations he'd make with other people. Would he though? He doesn't talk much when it isn't necessary but whenever they talk in the night, he opens up like the obsidian sky is doing something to him.

Instead of answering her question though, he snaked his hand to her waist and yanked her against his robust chest in a speed that made her head twirl. Her eyes widened just slightly, her heart jumped to her throat. Both hands on her waist, she is now laying down on top of him. Feeling the roughhewn chiseled body beneath hers.

He held her so easily, as if she were a doll or a kitten. She sensed that he relished his power over her, that he wanted her to know how much greater his strength was. Her head fell back, her eyes closing. Any moment she would feel his mouth on hers. She held her breath, waiting, waiting.

One of his arms loosened, and his hand camp up to her throat, fondling lightly. His thumb stroked the driving pulse beneath her jaw. The unexpected lightness of his touch made her shiver. Jannah lifted her trembling lashes and looked at him. His face was very close to hers. And then their lips connected, there was no electricity but her stomach literally quivered. She knew he felt it.

His kisses became longer, deeper, changing from question to demand.

She made no protest as Adnan unfastened her shirt. This is what she wants right? The garment parted in front, and his hand slipped inside, fingertips spread wide as they traced the smoothness of her stomach. She had never dreamed a man's touch could be so tender, so reverent. The heat of his palm covered her breast, fitting over the soft roundness.

Her bosom contracted and ached sweetly from the warmth. Opening her eyes, she found his gaze locked with hers, searching deep into them with scrupulousness that is making her breath catch one after the other in acrimony.

All at once she was startled by the lack of emotion in the walnut depths of his eyes. They were as intent as a tiger's, devoid of emotion. Even now, in this intimacy, his heart and soul were still locked away. She felt the need to reach him, to make him vulnerable somehow. Her fingers trembled as she began to unbutton his shirt. Carefully she eased the white linen from his shoulders. Her gaze swept over his torso...over the pattern of scars and burn marks.

She touched each and every one of them with the tips of her fingers. She won't ask questions about them knowing answers won't be provided and also because she doesn't want this moment to end so soon. Not when she's finally got him beneath her. This is going to happen.

An unbearable sweet ache began inside her, intensifying until it seemed as if something might fracture. They studied each other, both of them unmoving and passionately strained, ethereal fuses burning. Very carefully, as if she were experimenting with some violently unstable substance, Jannah brought her mouth to his, trying different crooks, searching and tasting with proliferating jazz.

He made love to her that throughout that morning. They both missed Fajr prayer and only awoke when Imara came knocking hard on the door he's locked with a remote. It was a night to remember though.