Gain her trust.

The men sat somewhere, while the females gathered somewhere else. Except for Benjamin, and Patricia, who spent some time alone, before joining the others.

“Saw the gestures at dinner.” Mr. James reproaches, Jamal who seats on the couch with Amid.

He chuckles, but says nothing.

Mr. James settles next to him. “You know...son sometimes, go extra miles. Confuse her for a bit. Do different things to make her tormented, and she will want to know the new side of you, what makes you behave that way. If you haven't gotten her to ask some questions about you, then you need to start doing so.”

Jamal, sighs. “She can be difficult. And I can be hash,”

“Then be hash, when she's difficult. Trust me she will learn to love it.”

Amid, looks amused. “Where did you gain these things?”

Mr. James, chuckles. “This man was once like you,”

“And now he's old. Let the young speak to themselves.” Michal, comes forward with three glasses, and a bottle White champagne.

He gives everyone respectively, then pours the liquor into the empty glasses.

“Jamal is obsessed about his wife fucking only when she's egg free. How is he going to archive his dream of being a dad?” Michal says.

“My secret is my wife's witness. No offense, that you're trying to respect Myla's decisions. But then, you and I know that it won't last. You will definitely go against it someday.”

Jamal drinks half of his liquor, before hooking his head at his friend.

“Nope, don't listen to him. She's not Nina. Myla is going to feel betrayed. Don't do the same mistakes you did. Make her feel different. Something she will never forget. And you'd be awed when she opt to satisfy you, because she trusts you, and that's all you need to get in.”

“Remember, you are not supposed to mess up, when she trusts. Make her do it once, twice, and maybe things could take off the third time. She won't freak out a lot, like if you broke it just once.”

“Myla can be difficult like you said. That's her nature. You have to be above her, to be able to control her. Think about this, wisely.”

“Make her feel guilty. You own her, so prove it to her always, and she'll never get tired of you.”

Jamal thinks deeply for a moment about what he did to her in the bathroom.

“You seem to know his wife,” Michal says, settling next to Jamal.

Mr. James smiles. “I've seen what I've seen for the short period of time,”

“You all are my sons, and the only mistake I won't want any of you making is keeping important messages from your wifes.”

Mr. James taps Jamal's shoulder. “Don't start what you can't finish. I know you must've had a rough past. But you have tell her about it,”

He sighs. “I can't.”

“What did I tell you? Let her be afraid of the devil she knows. Not the angle she doesn't.”

Amid looks at his friend, whose eyes are down on his laps, ruminating about this old man's words.

“Sometimes, it's better for the past to be in the past. But when the past has a side of you, you can't hide it, son. You know what I'm talking about.”

Jamal lifts his head to look at Mr. James, then at Michal, and lastly at Amid.

...

Speaking of someone who has been staring at an onborn child, from now, and then.

Mrs. Mehdi, notices her daughter-in-law's distraction, and calls. “Myla.”

The room becomes silent as the subject brings her gaze to her husband's mom.

“Don't be afraid.”

Myla looks at the glass in her hand.

“Trust him. Abstaining crucifies your relationship.”

“I'm saying this as a woman who once got married.”

“My career is dead, if I get pregnant. Besides, I have a project, coming soon. I can't risk it.”

“If you say, he respects your decisions, then trust him. A while ago, he seemed interested in having a kid.”

Myla's brows knit. And Patricia returns from seeing off her boyfriend.

Nina, raises her hand. “Yeah, she's right. I heard him say something,”

“Who?” Patricia inclines, squatting close to her sister-in-law.

Myla becomes curious. “Nina, what's that?”

“Oh! I know what it is. My brother is a badass, nasty man.”

“Oh, really!”

Patricia nods.

“So, what did he say?”

No one speaks, so Myla looses patience. “Can someone tell me already!”

“Calm down. I shouldn't be telling you this. But well, he said, cheers to successful intimacy, and you cheered to it.” Nina tells at once.

Myla gasps, while Helena's mouth agape, and Diana doesn't look surprised.

“I told ya! He doesn't agree to your decision of being Mary. Just accept that he's trying to, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't attempt to get you pregnant.”

Patricia chuckles. “Oof course, which man in his rightful mind will agree to that.”

“Wait-wait... I'm lost. Did she say something like that to him?” Helena, asks.

Myla sighs. “I didn't say that. I'm a woman. I get needy, too. Please, all I meant was, my career doesn't permit me to be a mother, now. And again, I want to become a devoted mom. Handling the two is hard for me. I'm trying to pull myself together.”

She pauses, then remembers what Nina just said, and mutters under her breath. “The fuck- he said that!”

“That's not all. You didn't hear the first one-” Patricia talks, but gets cut by her mom.

“No, don't tell her.”

Myla looks between both of them. “Why not? I need to know.”

“No, you don't. Just let it be that way. It's only going to-brake you.”

Patricia seals her lips, and Myla sinks into her seat, defeatedly.

“Not fair.”

“Myla... don't approach him about this, later.” Nina advices.

Myla peeks at her friend for a second, and exhales.

“I don't know. We'll see.”

“You're so difficult.” Nina sighs.

“Let her do what she wants. Being married is an experience. Hope you see this earlier, and patch things up, before it becomes late.” Diana says.

Myla frowns profoundly. “Stop saying that. I'm not going to end up like you and dad.”

“No, you won't. Because your dad, and I, didn't get divorced. But-”

“No, but! Don't say it, mom. I don't want to hear it,”

Mrs. Mehdi, taps on Diana's lap, and shakes her head.

“I refuse to get pregnant. Final.”

“That's on him to decide, Myla. And when that'll happen, you won't be aware. It will be better if you understand this now, and choose not to carry a shock, out of here.” Mrs. Mehdi, says.

Myla hears a weird sound against her rib cage as silence settles into the room.

...

Myla arranges herself in front of the bathroom sink, thinking deeply about the discussions prior.

She looks at her complexion through the mirror, and flashbacks of what Jamal did to her right where she's standing, scares the hell out of her soul.

If he hypnotized her that way, he will definitely do it again, and make her break the no sex rule.

'Trust him.' They say.

'Trust me.' He said.

She remembers what he did to her on screen, and shakes her head, trying to flush it away.

He walks into her, and sees her staring at the glass absentmindedly.

“Myla,”

She flinches, and looks at him through the mirror, standing shirtless.

Gush, he's so sexy!

She looks into his eyes, which are squinting at hers, probably trying to read her mind.

She looks away immediately, applying her new rule, which is;

No eye contact.

She bends, sinking her head into the sink, to watch her face.

Due to that, Jamal darts his eyes on her white panties. She's just with a transparent night robe, and her naked body prints against the silk material.

A nasty thought sinks into his mind, and Myla does the worse when she brings her head up; the water from her face, dripping against her chest, and printing her nipples out.

Jamal swallows thickly, and when she sees it, she rushes towards the bedroom, but she freezes, when he holds her wrist. Her eyes shut as well.

“You seem to have forgotten, so soon, what I did to you.”

Slowly, she rolls her head towards him, and looks at his face, which is pissed off.

To be continued...