CHAPTER TWELVE.

　　"I see you as my family."

　　Adele and Jamal did not speak another word to each other after that sentence. She walked over to the sitting area where she read her book until she felt sleepy and went to bed, while Jamal worked almost the entire night as usual. When she woke up the next morning, he was nowhere to be found on the bed.

　　"Of course he left for…" Her words were cut short by the sound of the bathroom room door opening. She turned to look and her eyes almost fell off from their sockets when she saw Jamal walking out of the bathroom, with just his towel tied around his waist. His chest was bare and his eight packs were screaming "touch me!". There was steam flying all over his body and the way the water droplets trickled down his well toned muscles and apps made her swallow dryly.

　　His hair was wet and ruffled and a few wet strands fell down his forehead almost concealing his left eye brow.

　　He was smoking hot…

　　He looked like a Greek god.