from the rest of the house. His bed was really big enough to accommodate four people, and almost everything about him was considered luxury, as the size of his closet in the room was bigger than any other room, and there was no designer brand in it, from the dresser he wore on one side to his shoes that they couldn't count, to the gold and diamond watches and expensive ones, and neckties, and socks and eye glasses that were also lined up next to the designer shades that caught his eye, everything about him was different, even his towels and undies were for sale, but his clothes were like a treasure he would leave to his descendants because of their value and value.

The other door to the upper passage was opened because it was completely quiet outside. The atmosphere had changed because at times you could hear talking or the noise of securities when they were exercising or doing something of their own, but the silence made me want to look around because there was only one thing causing this silence.

She headed straight for the window after getting up from her seat, where she was quietly checking her phone.

She opened the electric curtains on her balcony with her bright eyes and looked at the main hall of the house where some beautiful flowing water fountains were arranged on one side of the hall. They were looking down at his car window in the middle of the hall, where there was no place to park it when he was walking. She returned her eyes to her phone in her hand and found his number. She dialed it, but it was still off. She didn't go in.

With a heavy heart, she dropped the cold water and left the window, quietly putting down her phone, heading towards the door leading out of her balcony, which was almost the same size as her husband's, but hers was not as big as his.

As she opened the door and stepped outside, the scent of MAISON BACCARAT ROUGE 540 entered her nostrils, wafting from the same floor to the path, leaving no trace of its healthy, expensive scent, like wood, announcing its presence wherever it went.

She paused, closing her eyes, taking a slow, cool breath, feeling every part of her body and soul dying anew every minute of her intense love for her husband, who was her life, her soul, her blood, his heartbeat, her joy, and the warmth of her eyes.

Takawa, filled with joy and relief, headed towards his palo, inhaling his scent again.

She went straight to his bedroom, opened it and entered just as he came out of his closet, which was illuminated by beautiful LED lights. There was nothing on his body except a very large blue towel that fit his waist, which was noticeable with a kind of strength that showed that he was really strong. Even though he was big, his body was very flexible because he didn't stop playing because he was just making it look like he was full of the habits of his life that were increasing his body's health and feeling.

He raised his white eyes and made them catch her attention, and with a sudden rush, he lowered them into a state that was killing her and killing her because she was still his girlfriend, loving RAHEEM JEERAH was her destiny and her temptation and her death would never leave her because just looking at him would ignite a fire in the blood of any woman who would share his gaze.

She looked at his face, watching his steps before moving quickly towards him, reaching out to him, holding out her hand, smiling brightly at his return, and said,

‘SIR Fleet’

He looked at her, then raised her body before reaching out his hand, but he didn't grab her hand, he pulled his body up and hugged her calmly, his heart beating faster because his father called him, he didn't hold his breath, he just looked at her, he knew what the call meant and the great reason why he had to answer the call and go to the country where he had no intention of coming now…

Without saying anything, she moved, wanting to open her mouth to speak. His phone, which was on the table in the middle of the room, rang. His eyes immediately went to the phone because his mother's name was mentioned on the phone.

Madam Meenah, his wife, stopped talking and heard the name DR MUM from the phone.

He released her and headed to the closet, pulled on a bathrobe and put it on to give his big name. Tukuna arrived and picked it up just as she was about to end the call, greeting him with his own call directly.