Jannah yawned behind her right palm, pushed away the duvet from her body and turned around to get some more sleep after finding her daughter soundly sleeping next to her. She closed her eyes for a few seconds then felt something or someone moving around the room. Confused at who is there in the room with them, she opened her eyes and settled them instantly on her husband.

She grumbled, of course he is an early riser. Now if she'll talk about it he is going to say he didn't get here by sleeping all night and morning. He didn't sleep early too, she was sure of that because she woke up to drink water and saw him sitting on his desk working. Can he take a break from so much work for once? It makes no sense for real.

Tilting her head to the side, she murmured sleepily, head resting on the fluffy pillow beside her. She wasn't lying on it earlier. "Do you also have an office here?"

"No." Curt as ever early in the morning, wow.

"Then where are you going to so early in the morning? It's just...seven." She checked the digital clock beside her, yawned again tiredly and let her slothful limbs recline on the bed.

"Where are we going should be the words for you. We are leaving together in an hour so get dressed." He shrugged on a spider Desmond Merrion Supreme Bespoke suit matching the rest of his black outfit.

The man is a fan of black. Having seen his closet, she's had no doubt Adnan was incapable of anything but an arranged marriage. His clothes were organized not only by season, but also by color, brand, and cut. Is that how it's done or is he just too organized, prim and proper to have it any other way? He's got everything perfected in his life.

"What? Why?" As she asked those questions in inebriated slurs, sleep weaved it's way around her eyes trapping her eyelids together.

God, she's never been so sleepy in her entire life. She is also an early rise but today, there is something different going on with her. Or is it change of environment and time? It has to be.

Slinging Paul Newman's Rolex Daytona around his left wrist, Adnan answered intently, his eyes on his hands. "It's either you work as my errand girl or leave Maldives. Your choice."

"Whatever." She murmured, tilt her head to the side trying to get the sleep to disappear. "But where are we going to? You don't have an office."

Adnan shrugged, walking across the room to straighten his tie in the mirror. Jannah watched, fascinated. He was hellishly good-looking, so much so, all the glossy magazines practically fell over themselves to interview him, knowing that getting him on the front cover meant instant sellout. But he's never been a cover of one, that much she's browsed. The man feels too much about himself and respects privacy more than anything.

He was easily handsome enough to model, or grace the silver screen. Yet he only looked in the mirror long enough to ensure his appearance was satisfactory, businesslike to keep his Draco image. As far as she could tell, he didn't bother actually looking at himself at all. As though his looks didn't bother him one iota.

While she is here obsessing over the swags he used to brush his sideburns with his palms. It was royally smooth, a gesture he is used to doing but she is seeing it for the first time and that earned a flip in her stomach. She is hungry, that's why. And she's forgotten about the food she sent Mohammed to get them yesterday.

They did eat though, Adnan ordered exclusive room-service for them. They got Thai and Italian cuisines, she couldn't eat much of the foreign stuff neither could Imara. They were not used to that but Adnan ate to his fill, brimming his plates three time before he was satisfied. He definitely loves food when he gets it no matter what type.

Imara woke up right that moment, kissed her mother's cheek and summon her father over to her. Adnan complied, coming to lean down close to her where she placed a smooching kiss on his jaw. He ruffled her hair affectionately, eliciting a flutter in Jannah's stomach. And he also loves his daughter too, of course.

He rose, movements controlled. An aura of danger surrounded him, one she'd seen before and been attracted to, but now was ramped up to the max. The veneer of the civilized billionaire businessman cracked more than she'd ever seen, revealing the maelstrom beneath.

She watched him for the next minute only made a move to leave the bed when he turned around to look at her. He shouldn't see her embarrassing herself while drooling over him. And his exciting aura of course. She made her way to her hand luggage and removed her toiletries, undergarments which she hid beneath her maxi nightgown. Her journey to the en-suite was uneventful. But she almost tripped looking at her husband.

She took a quick bath, gave Imara one too before returning to the room already having worn her undergarments and is wearing a robe she found inside the en-suite. The room was empty when she returned confusing her.

Opening her large suitcase which she's made a mental note to unpack later, she started browsing through it for something to wear. That is where the problem is, she is not used to the weather here and it is not chilly like it is in Nigeria right now. It's a bit humid. She groaned then look up at the quiet room, no sound coming from neither Imara or Adnan. They've disappeared!

She stood up hastily and saw a door leading to God knows where, she opened it to find a small living room with two cozy one seater couches and one three seater couch inside. Sighing, she went back to wear some clothes and join them. Seems like they are having their breakfast there, Imara is not dressed yet so he won't leave her alone.

A mustard dress caught her attention. Extracting it from the miscellany, she viewed it acutely then nodded her head, it'll have to do. It is a puff sleeve pleated kaftan loose vintage maxi dress with belt which she paired with orange veil wrapped in muffler and porcelain Gianvito Rossi Kristi Pumps.

Satisfied with her looks, she snapped a picture and sent it to Aisha. Her face is bare, there is no time to waste on makeup. Aisha is the one obsessed with it and will always make her wear one, since she is not here, she won't apply anything. Maybe lip moisturizer after she's eaten food.

Jannah salivated at the sight of the breakfast waiting for them in the small parkour, maybe they brought it from another door. There are different kinds of food in front of her. Toasts, eggs, pancakes, cinnamon rolls, Chelsea buns, variety of fresh fruits. She sat down next to Imara who's already pushing a pancake down her throat giggling at her father at some joke Jannah want nothing to do with. She won't understand it anyway.

It was time for them to leave the hotel suite, Adnan went ahead then stopped to survey her from head to toe. Surprise, he didn't do that earlier but he did now. It's become a habit that whenever he forgets to look at her throughly, she feels like something is missing. Now that he is perusing over her, her toes curled beneath her shoes.

"It should have been something more professional. Take note of that." And he turned around, traipsed out of the hotel while they trail behind him.

The ride to the main land was by ferry, Jannah was so excited but Imara kept screaming at the top of her lungs. Adnan had to hold her in his arms and bury her head to his chest so she won't see the water around them. Jannah was enthusiastically watching the acres of water stretching miles ahead without an end any place soon. Maldives truly is an incredible place.

"Good morning-" Alim held his tongue when he saw that his boss is not alone, he's got company and the woman he's been thinking about for awhile.

Of course not in a romantic way, he did once but that is not why he was thinking about her. She is beautiful and he won't mind having her as a wife, his boss is lucky but he is still contemplating how the two of them got married with a daughter. Just how? He cannot begin to imagine Adnan on bed with a woman, that's like abomination.

But look at them looking all cute. She is yellow like a sunshine, hot ball of glowing gases -the dawn chorus of melodic birdsong- him in black like ominous unfathomable, impenetrable, unpredictable like The Voynich Manuscript. Their little girl in the middle wearing white like a Seraph, her smile wide like she didn't just screamed out a lung.

"What do we have for the day?" Adnan asked coming to walk past him in long strides, Jannah following closely behind but stopping here and there to look around her.

Alim cleared his throat. "Good morning, Sir, Ma'am."

Jannah pivoted startled, she didn't see him when they got to the mainland. She blushed then replied in a quiet voice that Adnan raised a brow at. What is she quiet about now?

His personal assistant wanted to start unnecessary spiel with his wife, he could feel the two of them behind him trying to get a conversation or two done. Don't they both know that they work for him now? He can fire the both of them instantly if they don't behave, especially his wife who's lost her memory.

His wife that loves kissing a lot! Just like what she did yesterday not that he is being hypocritical, he wouldn't have stopped her. It felt too good to halt and if not for Imara, they would've taken it to the last stage. She's making him act like a nymph. Sex had never bothered him.

"Mr. Alim? I asked what we have for the day." Adnan grunted ahead, his strides long enough for Jannah's three steps. How could someone's leg be so long?

Alim jogged to his side and started briefing him. "The concrete is ready, the architect sent in the blueprint. We have someone here that can work on it without Mr. Larson flying here to see the work but if you want that, I can arrange it."

"Is there nothing more relevant than that?" Adnan murmured grumpily, his hands on his phone forgetting he's got a wife and daughter behind him.

"Earlier the government officials called to accept your request, they've given their consent. I've sent you the contract via email. Landscapers, engineers, concrete technologists and contractors are all dealt with leaving us with quantity surveyors, town planners and property developers." Alim read out in that professional tone of his that makes Adnan want to tap his shoulder, he is learning fast.

Jannah heard all about that with her mouth hanging open. She left Alim's side and went to Adnan, Imara in her arms because she is slowing her down.

"What is it you are doing that needs so many people?" She asked in a low voice, got distracted for a second by a black couple kissing intimately close to a tree.

"That's not your concern." He tucked his phone inside his pocket and continue down a path.

She caught up immediately and stopped him by standing in front of him. She pushed Imara into his arms, she is his daughter and he is stronger than her with his long legs. He is being so selfish by letting her do all the work. Doesn't he know that women are fragile and not as calloused as they are? He should treat her like an egg or glass. Of course, that's not Adnan Ibrahim Attahir.

"It is my business since I'm now your errand assistant." She heaved a long sigh of relieve at the loss of weight in her arms.

Adnan raised a brow that had Alim moving slightly in front of him to see it well. His brow is indeed raised. If he hadn't agreed before, he's concluded that this woman is his wife and she is serving him his shit at the right scorching heat. But what is an errand assistant? Is it one of their married couples foreplay?

"An errand assistant is supposed to do my biddings. Like holding my daughter but you are failing your job, Missus." He emphasized the Missus and she knew why. Because of her conversation with Bakri that day. So the ruthless man was listening?

"Whether an errand assistant or mission assistant, I want to know what you are doing. I'm your wife."

He looks like he wants to throw her somewhere far where she won't be seen but relented because of his daughter. "I'm building a harbor."

He sidestepped her and continued walking, Imara pointing at many things on their way. Jannah narrowed her eyes at his back then turn to look at Alim who's still staring at them with wide eyes and slackened expression. She chortled, he looks comical and so not like the assistant that was rambling about some important business.

"Don't look like that." She started walking ahead of him, he caught up soon.

"Why shouldn't I? You don't know how shocked I am to find out he is married with a daughter. But seeing him expressing some sort of emotion other than professional or cynical is galvanizing, trust me." Alim shook his head, hitting a pebble with his sneakers clad feet.

Jannah smiled absently. "I know how it feels. Your boss is not an easy person to be with but I'm trying."

"I won't say trying. You are succeeding. He's answering your questions! He doesn't do that."

"You think I don't know?" She meandered to look at him with another chuckle, she'll write a book about Adnan. "I've been married to him for almost four years now so I know."

"But where did he hide you two? And why did you suddenly appear out of the blue? Seems like you were lying on the low until a week ago or something." Alim looks extremely curious, it makes him look younger.

Jannah shrugged her shoulders. "I was until I realize that that is not who I am nor is it what I want. I wanted some red hot chili in my life so I unsheathed myself."

"Wow. I don't think I'll ever get used to him having a wife. I mean, it sounds so..."

"Unbelievable?" Alim nodded meekly, his expression distant. "It feels like a dream to me too."

He cleared his throat, desperate to get the words out. "Are you two in love though?"

She didn't know when an unladylike guffaw escaped her lips that stopped Adnan from walking ahead in front of them. He turned around with furrowed brows to see if she is alright, she is so he continued walking with his daughter in his arms.

"In love? You think that..." she pointed at Adnan's back in front of them with her forefinger, "...reptile is capable of love? He does not have a heart."

Alim was quiet for a few seconds then answered. "I don't know why I feel like he is capable of it though. And I don't read books, trust me."

"You sound like an author yourself for thinking about that." Jannah shook her head, adjusted her way of walking in her high heels.

"You think? The ones you think are not capable of love are more capable of it. They actually fall harder than any other person. But in Mr. Attahir's case, we only have like one percent hope out of hundred." Alim chuckled at himself.

"I'd say zero point one."