Chapter 38: Chapter 38

A STATE OF TRANQUILITY

Janelle blinked her eyes thrice to be sure she wasn't hallucinating and yes, she was.

Rashid was stood at the far end of the room, and the look he had on his face was nothing other than a grudging and disbelief look.

Walking towards her with a nonchalant smirk on his face and his fist folded by the both sides of his blue jean, he dragged her seat back, gesturing towards her to have a seat.

"You are here", he sarcastically muttered, his expensive Rolex watch glistening under the sun penetrating through the blinds of the cotton.

"Have a seat." he said in an ordering tone.

Janelle's lips quirked upwards, "An order from Lord!!?." she scoffed.

"Janelle?, You're making things worse, have a seat, let's talk things over," he continued, his lips set in a rather thin line.

"I'm not going to do that, this is weekend and I deserve to have few days of rest. Secondly, there's nothing we have to talk about, I was about going back to the condo." she divulged.

"You would have your rest, once we are done talking things over," he replied, his brows set in a grim line.

Walking close to him, but still maintaining a generous distance she said in a hushed tone.

"Your father and I talked, I said nothing to him about the DIVORCE and I don't think you are ready to spill the information to him, NOW, or are you?" she questioned.

His brows creased in a frown.

"You didn't?, You should have, either ways, you still won't get the divorce from me, not now, not ever, you could try making things work, it's up to you, but for the divorce?, Never", he bawled, sizing her up, his breathe hitched in his throat, the woman sure looked edible, he thought in his head.

Her eyes widened.

"You mean this!, After everything you've made me go through, you still have the guts to say all of this to me?....," she couldn't finish up as tears clogged in her throat.

Turning to his father, with a rather obstinate scowl on his face, he bowed his head, "Father," he called in obeisance. He acted nonchalantly to her teary feelings.

"You. With the obvious scowl on your face, nothing is going as you thought ehh!," Sheikh Abdul boomed, running his hands through his hair, his face mirroring the same scowl on his son's face. He was referring to his son, Rashid.

Rashid bowed his head in shame, his father, the Sheikh was making things hard and worse for him, if only he could work side by side with him.

"Rashid, I'm leaving this place and don't you dare touch me", she said, grabbing her purse in a feisty bit.

Turning to his Father, he broke the news to him, "Father, Janelle here wants a divorce", he said as Janelle halted in her track, not wanting to turn back to see the reaction on the SHEIKH'S face.

Sheikh Abdul smiled, he stood up and left the room, not before he gave Janelle a gentle pat on her shoulder.

"What the lady wants, give it to her", he said in a raspy voice before leaving the room.

"Father!!", Rashid bawled in a menacing tone, he continued, "You shouldn't leave here just like that, talk to her. Tell her you won't allow that to happen. Tell her what she's bound to loose if she drags this further. Her freedom, her career...." he didn't finish as Janelle interrupted him from speaking further.

"Career?, Freedom?. You should clean the both corners of your mouth. Haven't I lost my freedom already?. The years I spent with you, I sold my freedom, my career, my family, every little and big thing of mine. I sold it all to you. You should not dare say anything about my freedom, because that's why I want a divorce. I as well want to take back my freedom and every single thing I lost because of you and for you." she almost broke down in tears, when she remembered she had to be strong, crying wouldn't solve any of her problem.

"What the lady wants, give to her. You have been a pain to her, nothing more or less. If she has no worth to you like you always say, let her go. Taunting and trying to push past her borderline won't make things better. You know what's right Son, you sure know." The words of the Emir kept ringing in Rashids' ear.

Him and his father had this same discussion over and over again, yet it wouldn't sink in.

"Janelle?, I gave you everything, Now!!, I'm giving you a chance to reconsider what could be your greatest mistake, the biggest and worst decision you would ever take in your life."

Janelle saw the deadpanned look on his face, she knew he wanted something from her, something she wasn't sure she could offer, yet she would sure try her best to make sure she would do it.

If there was one thing she was sure of, it's about getting a divorce, Janelle knew he wouldn't bring his ego down to apologise for everything he made her pass through, he wasn't going to review that.

"What do you want?", she questioned, as she saw his face lit up.

The past few weeks had been traumatizing for him, no doubt. Their heritage was about to be taken away from them and put into the wrong hands, but the Sheikh and his son, was going to see to it that it doesn't work out.

Farouq was sure playing a deadly game, yet, Rashids' was even deadlier.

He grinned, a lopsided smile. Janelle knew that smile, the few years she spent with him, she was able to figure out every gesture, body language of his and read his moods and now was no exception.

"You still haven't changed huhh?", his brows arched as he walked closer to her, taking predatory steps towards her.

"Being able to read everything going through my mind, watching and knowing every step and DECISION about to be taken by me ehh?", she ducked herself against the wall, eyeing him furiously, taking in labored breathing.

His muscles flexed rigorously, he was resisting the urge to grab her, hold her in his arms and do all sorts of sinful, wicked yet delicious things to her lips, they looked so sensual yet imploring him to her. He kept himself in restraints and his senses were in high drive, his libido coaxing him for the TAKE.

Janelle clutched her purse tightly to her hands, that she didn't know when her nails dug painfully into her skin beneath her wrist.

Momentarily, she raved an immense anger. Her heart screamed heavily like a wounded lion but, she had to hold herself from acting shakily under his terrifying gaze of Rashid.

A tear jeopardized to plunge. But no! She decided she already had enough!. Her heart was solidified like that of a metallic iron even the hottest fierce can not melt it, just this man. Janelle was strong, bold, courageous to be what she is, but under the intense scrutiny of Rashid, she felt all the courage wobbling and melting like snow flakes under the hot intensity of the Sun.

Rashid grinned subconsciously, No, he wasn't the only one feeling the surge of chemistry, she too felt it. When last had he taken a woman to bed, three years?, Four years?, Since she left. He had only gotten tons of blowjobs, handjobs and nothing else, for he couldn't go further.

"Rashid please stop!", she muttered, holding on to the little bit of courage left in her.

Immediately, like a dog called by his master, he stopped. He thought she would go with the flow of a piano to it's pianist.

She shuddered for a second, seeing that he wasn't going to taunt her, nor carry on with his selfish desires and thoughts. Her brain spun but then, she stood swiftly as if she was electrocuted by something invisible. Her breathing came out in harsh sounds, he muttered a guttural oath, he wouldn't have minded hoisting her on the large, mahogany table in the conference room and fûcking her like a ravaged and Savage animal.

Yes!!.

The fûck!!!, but she wanted it too. She wanted him in her, beneath his greedy touch, hard and muscled thighs and his ravaging hard and sculpted lips. She wanted everything he was envisioning.

"Tell me what you want, I need to get back," she said in a raspy voice, the thought of staying here for another second repulsed her, not to talk about the memories. She dreaded seeing the Sheikha, her mother-in-law, Amancia.

"You!." he said subconsciously. "That's all I want, just you" he closed his eyes for five seconds, holding back and giving deaf ears to his arousing libido.

She dreaded it all.

The desires in his eyes vanished almost immediately, if she wasn't accurate enough or fast enough, and someone told her that the man was looking at her with desire, even though she could see the loathe in his eyes, that the man still wanted her. She would NEVER believe.

"You have to be my wife...", he paused, stopping to check her facial reaction.

Although she was trying so hard not to give away the anger boiling in her, he noticed, he sensed her high displease over what he was demanding from her.

"How many weeks?." she questioned, resting her back on the hard wall, since her legs were about giving her away.

"Eight weeks," he bluntly replied.

Her eyes widened immediately, "No, no, please" she said in a soft gasp.

"I can't, I can't live in the same house with you, SHARE the same bed with you and act like everything is good between us, I can't." she said softly, trying to implore him on changing his words, she knew if this was a fight, she had long lost it to him.

"Is eight weeks that much for a man to spend with his wife who wants a divorce?. If the woman would not agree to that, then there's no divorce and this time around, AGAINST her will would she be with the man."