She made a disgusted face. “Then I’ll beat his ass.”
The universe truly gifted me with thebestestfriend.
“But what if–”
“No more what ifs! If you want that man, go get that man.”
“What if I get hurt?” It was subdued, but Umaima caught it and squeezed my hand.
“The past will continue to eat you from the inside if you don’t burn it. I know it’s hard turning back towards someone who left you, but there’s no man in thisworld who’d fly all the way to another country to buy a rare diamond ring and run with her in his arms.”
It was enough encouragement for now.
Adrenaline and remaining feelings absorbed into my skin, piercing away the exhaustion and the heavy cramps spasming in my uterus.
The security guard of the condo let me in without question. I was really a married woman—Christian really was my husband.
My mind skirted through the script in my head. I’d start with how my feelings arose when I saw him again, how my body’s reaction to him confused my heart, yet I didn’t mind it, how badly I wanted to have him near me at all times. I’d tell him about how I wanted him to kiss me at our wedding and how I would have let him have his way with me after.
I’d tell him that I was madly in love with him despite wanting to keep my distance from him.
The cardholder changed from red to green. With a push to the modern handle, I opened the door and gawked at the penthouse.
Sharp sunlight flooded into his space, echoing the shades of black and white.
The door shut with a subtle ding as I walked into Christian’s home. I assumed his house would be empty and dark like he showed himself to be.
But once again, I was proven wrong.
Christian put on a mask for the rest of the world.
Would he take that mask off for me if I asked?
A quiet meow feathered against my leg. That’s when I—not only noticed I still had my hospital gown on—but also how damn adorable cats were.
The brown British shorthair looked up at me with its deep gold eyes. When it purred again, I couldn’t resist despite my abdomen clenching in pain.
“Hello, lovely.” I cooed while running my hand from the neck to its back. “You’re an adorable little kitty, aren’t you?”
The cat nudged its head on my hand.
“Adelaide,” said a voice that commanded the attention of not only my body, but my soul. I stood from my spot on the ground and turned to face Christian.
He was fresh out of the shower, wearing nothing but loose pants that hung low on his lips.
My throat strained.
I wasn’t sure if I needed plain water to quench my physical thirst or Umaima’s Zamzam water to quench my horny one.
When my gaze landed on his eyes, it threw me back.
Something was wrong.
“What are you doing here?” Cold and lifeless, Christian stood in front of me like he had no care in the world.
“We’re married,” is what I came up with.
In the corner, near one of the largest overlooking windows was his kitchen. “What does that have to do with you being here?” He walked over to the island and poured himself a glass of water.
