I can make you do whatever I want.

Latif is staring at her dad, and the old man is looking back.

“You don't raise your voice at your mom! She's not the reason you couldn't handle the chances you had with Jamal. And you where not a kid, like you said to had been forced to murder anyone. If you actually choosed to murder someone, that's because you wanted to do so.”

Latif's eyes water up, yet, he proceeds. “You were at the best position to tell your mom what you wanted, then. For you to get married to someone responsible, you need also, to be responsible in your doings. You need to be able to accept things they way they are.”

“That all I wanted to see in you, and not for you to get dirty. Yes, it would've been a shame, which it is already, if you didn't get married to Jamal, but that was a test for you, to see how you'd handle it.”

“I expected you to come back to me, and tell me you don't want to be rushed to get married anyone. That you're responsible, and patient enough to wait for that man who will love you as much as you'd love him in return. So do not point any fingers at anyone.”

Latif wipes her cheeks with her bare hands.

“However, I'm proud of you now for coming to your senses. You have my permission to make things right, but just be careful about it.”

Latif grinds a little, and runs towards her dad. He opens his arms, welcoming her into his arms.

Mrs. Kush watches her husband, confusedly, and he doesn't even look at his wife.

...

Jamal is at the mirror of his bathroom, rinsing his mouth after cleansing. He's half naked as a towel is wrapped around his waist, while his chest is unclothed.

Myla walks into the bathroom, moving with a bunch of dresses she just made laundry on. Her eyes glue on her husband's mesmerizing appearance; his abs protruding under the white light, and flexible muscles moving through every slightest motion he makes.

She gulps, and walks away, immediately she remembers the temptations involved. Jamal had noticed the lust in her eyes some seconds ago, so he finishes up real quick, and when she's done with what she was doing, ready to head back, he cages her in-between his arms.

Myla swallows thickly as they stare into each other's eyes.

After the meeting she had with her manager, she avoided Jamal for a while, by doing some laundry, until dusk.

After which she made dinner, and they came together to dine. She didn't talk about his successful news, hoping that he's going to mention it, but he didn't either.

The table was awkwardly silent until she started telling him about music. It went good for a few moments, then she cleared the ditches, and left to take off the cloths she had dried, while he came up to get cleaned.

Now, here they are watching one another silently, again.

“You've been avoiding me lately, and I know why.”

He looks serious as he speaks again. “You don't have to control those feelings, Myla. I got you. And I respect your decisions. But, please, don't stay away from me. Never do that again.”

Her heart softens. She didn't expect him to say this as she rather had a discussion for him tonight, concerning that.

“Is there something you want to say?”

She looks down, and he brings her face up to meet his gaze. “Look at me when I'm talking to you.”

This is the moment to talk about the condoms. She knows he understands her, not wanting to get pregnant, but she's not sure he knows she wouldn't just do birth control, but abstain.

She looks at him, and sighs, shaking her head. He's in a good mood now, and all what he just said makes her so guilty, so she refuses to open up to him, but that's only making things worse.

He knows she's lying. Myla doesn't believe her husband knows her to an extent as she's still getting used to living with him, but Jamal knows his wife too well. She has been someone very open, and not secretive towards him.

She says just what she feels. And he doesn't know what else to do to make her know, he knows all that.

“Congratulations for your nomination. Ms. Gray told me everything.”

He nods, and she smiles.

“Point of correction. Congratulations to us, for we were nominated.”

Myla does a face palm. “Yeah, how could I forget, that I'm Mrs. Jamal, now.”

Her smile widens, and he just admires it. This is what he wants; being with her even if it gets awkward as it is, sometimes.

But then, his expression is unreadable, and Myla feels he's cooking something up, but what is that?

His gaze becomes intense, and so does hers, since they stared at each other for long. He brings his head in, while she stiffens; her heart pounding against her chest. He leaves her no space to query her thoughts about what happening.

As he slants his head, she closes her eyes, slightly parting her lips.

His lips touches hers, and he starts moving it against her own. She shivers, letting herself free as the emotions take over her, and brings her hands up against his torso.

It feels heavenly. Like she has not been able to touch or kiss him this way for a very long time.

As her hands impulsively, starts drawing circles all over his crate, the kiss fastens, and he snakes his hands over her waist, lifting her to seat on the countertop of the sink.

His lips leave hers, and lands on her neck. She slants her head, giving him complete access.

He nips on that sensitive spot, and keeps descending, printing his fangs on her skin. She moans, and he takes off her robe, unclipping her bra at once.

He pauses, taking in her full figure. She seats there like a kid ready to be taken into the shower, with just her pants on.

Her breath is unstable, and Jamal's eyes are stormy.

He places his hands on her undies, still staring into her eyes as he slowly takes it down, and before she realizes it, he has made her fully naked.

If someone had told her, she'd be in here, at his order and possession, feeling nerdy, she would've sworn on her life, that this will never happen.

She's so dump right now. If he does anything to her at this instance, she's just going to seat still, and let him go on like all along when she has been dominion powers.

Her senses are not functioning anymore, and he knows that. He knows the capacities he holds over this lady in front of him, and right now, he's just trying to prove to her, that if he wants to go against her will, she won't even know when or how that will happen.

He brings his head in, and she snaps her eyes close, thinking he wants to kiss her.

“Always remember this; You're mine. I can make you do whatever I want. For I am the only man who has possession over you, after God. If you have a problem with that, you better tell me now.”

She shivers at his husky tone, and opens her eyes.

Note: Listen to the music above!

She asks herself, who the fuck is this man?

He's still waiting for her to say something, and she can't dare swallow her thoughts this time around.

“J-Jamal...I-I don't.” She stunts.

“You don't what?”

“I don't-want-”

He squints his eyes, and she gulps, saying at once. “Condoms! I don't want condoms.”

His face relaxes, but remains expressionless, which scares her to dead as her heart pounds inside its cage; her thoughts wondering what's going on in his mind.

“I'm scared...that it may break.”

He searches her eyes, and realizes that she's really scared of being a mom.

“Why didn't you tell me? Did I scare you?”

She nods, and shakes her head almost immediately.

“Words.”

“No, you didn't. I didn't want to hurt your feelings. That's all.”

He nods.

“I'm sorry...”

“You don't have to. But I can't abstain from you, Myla. Seven days is a whole lot. I see you everyday, and it's difficult to...keep things this way.”

She looks down, feeling extremely guilty. He sighs, that his words are not making her feel better, but he is right.

There is a moment of silence, before a nasty idea gets into Myla's head.

She looks at him, and he's already staring back. She runs her eyes down, and stops on the swallen area in-between his legs, though a towel is wrapped around it.

“You know...I can take care of that.”

He follows her gaze to it, and closes his eyes, exhaling heavily. He shakes his head, dissaprovingly.

“Why not?”

He ogles her remorsefully. “Don't do it. I'm gonna hurt you.”

She tries to say something else, and he presses his lips on hers. “Shush. Don't say anything.”

To be continued...