Jannah straightened her spine. "Welcome to our humble home. I'm Firdausi Jannah Yahya, Dracs's wife."

Of course they all had different ways of expressing their shock but Bakri took it to another level, she is starting to not like the guy. Why else would he guffaw so hard and fell off the couch? That's so disrespecting even if that's how he naturally is. You are not supposed to laugh like that after your boss's wife introduced herself.

What does that mean then? That she is not good enough for the man or he is just too shocked that Adnan really have a wife? Laughing like that just didn't sit well with her, she badly wanted to leave the room with Aisha who's sneaked out after serving them refreshments. And it's not like she is expecting Adnan to stand up for her. She is all alone.

Jawad on the other hand continued to stare at her with furrowed brows then his eyes settled on Adnan who's still reading from the tablet Alim gave him. Jannah is not so bad, she looks too innocent though. How is she managing Adnan with that foul ruthless attitude of his? He is going to taint her pretty soon, she also looks young and fresh out from secondary school.

He forced his eyes to stay focused on her face only, not wanting to drag it down another man's wife. But he couldn't help it because the color suited her skin a lot. Kinda purple, mauve of course. It's a color meant for dark skinned women, they rock it like no other. She's got a nice shape too, a body to die for.

Just that he is not into svelte women, he likes them chubby and maybe a little plump. That's his choice.

Alim, the personal assistant looks really comical on the other hand. His eyes are so wide along with his mouth that's mopping the floor. He's scrunched up his nose lowering his brows down to his eyelids, really farcical. It earned a chuckle from Jannah behind her palms, she couldn't help it. At least this one is not laughing like the other mannerless man. He is still chortling.

When her eyes fell on Ammar's, he gave her a small smile which she returned. It's written all over his expression that he is also galvanized at the way she's changed from the last time he's seen her. Of course, she is not supposed to be the way she is if she wants to attract her husbands attention to his family. That Jannah has to die for that to happen hence, she's resting in peace-

Adnan's voice cut through the air, his nonchalance irking her. "Mr. Alim, I asked for the topographical blueprints and not their yearly revenue and benefit. Where are the blueprints?"

Alim cleared his throat taking his eyes off of her, they still bounce back while he explained where Adnan should check for the topographical stuff. She rounded the sofa Adnan is sitting on and sat down beside him, she is not going to be ignored. If he won't talk to her, he should feel her beside him. He shouldn't act as though they didn't share that kiss earlier.

That is two days straight. It means something right? Most definitely. They've made out twice in less than twenty four hours.

Jannah moved closer to him when he ignored her the first three minutes. "I'm working."

"I can see that, I have eyes. I just want to see what you are working on." She poked her head to see what he was reading from the tablet only to move back. It's so weird, how do they read that kind of stuff?

"Don't get in the way then." He murmured sharply, tracing the edge of a pen around the tablet to keep track.

Alim stared with wide eyes still, his boss has never used a pen or anything to trace a blueprint. What is going on and who is this woman for real? He is left in dark and it's not like he's got any right to question his boss. Maybe he should ask his younger brother? He should know about this woman if she is his wife or just a mistress trying to claim a place for herself.

But Mr. Adnan won't allow a mistress to get this comfortable with him, he is sure of that. This woman is either his wife or fiancée, she doesn't look like someone that would downgrade herself into becoming a mistress for any man no matter how rich. The ambience of innocence around her is too pure.

Why isn't Mr. Adnan asking her to leave the room though? He is such a bossy man in everything he does so asking her to leave the room, no matter who she is should be easy. Why is he allowing her to do as she pleases? She looks like a boss herself, just the right person for Adnan Ibrahim Attahir.

And it's not like his boss is in love. What?! That is the most stupidest thing he's ever thought about in his life. He didn't even look at her since she walked into the room and he talks to her as sternly as he does everyone. So there is nothing emotional here, they are not attached in anyway but the marriage she's claimed. How he agreed to get married to her or anyone is beyond Alim.

Now he is filled with so many unanswered questions and puzzles he wants to solve.

"Wait, wait! Are we going to act like she..." Bakri started pointing a finger at Jannah which she narrowed her eyes at, "...didn't just claim to be Draco's wife?"

"She's introduced herself, use her name." Jawad muttered from beside him, also in desperate need of answers from Adnan himself.

But is there anything they want to know? Ammar smiled at her which means there really is something between her and Draco. It is just that they never saw it coming. Adnan and a woman? Is that supposed to be in the same sentence? Never.

"Yes, right. Miss Firdausi, what is really your relationship with our boss here? We've been together for years and we didn't hear about his so called marriage with you." Bakri asked in a tone that didn't sit well with her yet again.

She crossed her legs in front of her, relaxed back on the couch with a raised brow of a boss lady. All trace of amusement dematerialized from her leaving her austere. She looks too perfect sitting there beside a busy Adnan whose face lacks light or anything related to it. She doesn't look like the woman that walked in smiling. The one that introduced herself as Draco's wife with a little tilt in the name that made it sound suave and musical.

When she didn't answer for a few minutes, Adnan raised his head to look at her for a second. He had to bite back a proud grin from his face, that's what Bakri deserves. Jannah was both the goddess of spring and the queen of the underworld. Maybe that is why he is liking this side of hers a little too much. He lowered his head so they others won't see him, Ammar saw that look though. And he is now more confused than he's ever been in his entire life. His brother is just shocking him today.

"I'd like to correct your English first. I don't know why Dracs hired you if you don't know the difference between Missus and Miss. I am married to your boss and him not telling you is not my problem. He didn't find it relevant to tell you. You are only his employee after all." She answered in an astringent tone of an ascetic lecturer.

All the men in the room were quiet, not moving an inch except Adnan who continued working like nothing is going on. What? Bakri called this upon himself.

Bakri opened his mouth and close it at the insult. Then after much contemplation, he said. "I do know the difference between Missus and Miss but I don't believe that you are his wife."

Jannah let out a cold chortle she's learned from Adnan. "I don't care what you believe. You don't look too important in my husband's life. But his brother surely believes. Right, Ammar?"

Ammar's eyes popped open at the sound of his name. She used to call him Alhaji Ammar but now the name is naked? Something has surely happened to his sister-in-law that no one is telling him, not even his mother. The other Jannah does not dress like this neither does she talk like this! She wouldn't even come to this room so this should be a doppelgänger.

"Yes, she is right. She really is his wife." He smiled at the men again, trying to ease the tension between Bakri and Jannah though it's Adnan's work to protect his wife from his employees jab.

Bakri scoffed, Adnan isn't saying anything. "I don't believe this nonsense. She doesn't look like his wife."

"I don't?" Jannah raised a brow, her words slurred out slowly with threats sheathing them.

"No!"

And just then Imara came bounding into the room calling out her father's name and Uncle Ammar. She hugged Ammar then nestled herself between her father and mother, Jannah had to move a little. Imara shyly looked down when she saw the other guests in the room. Aisha told her to come in here after she's fed her some cookies. She didn't know they were guests but Aisha wanted to wipe out any doubt.

This time around they weren't just galvanized, they had shock for a few minutes.

"Dada, I woke up all alone." Imara pouted at her father, his her face behind his large shoulder.

"Did you sleep well though?" He ruffled her hair affectionately then went back to work. He hasn't forgotten about his employees there but that won't stop him from loving his daughter, would it?

"I did. Mama's bed is the best. It is better than yours. And I ate cookies." She whispered the last part in his ear so her mother won't hear but Jannah did.

"Who gave you cookies, Imara? I told you not to eat that around evening. Your stomach will ache later on." And picked her daughter in her arms and stood up. She won't stay there now that everything is cleared up.

Her eyes fell on her husband who is still working! "I really despise you right now. Your employee disrespected your wife and you only sat down there working? Are you for real?"

"It's okay, not everyone has a good taste. And I'm still working if you haven't noticed." His head still bent, it took all effort not to bend down and hit his head. The only thing stopping her is her daughter, she shouldn't see that.

"You won't take today off from being a jerk?" She narrowed her eyes really hoping he'd combust right now into tiny fragments that won't be merged together.

"Not with that line again." He typed hastily in his phone while staring down at the tablet in front of him. Still working on that blueprint nonsense.

"You're so full of shit, I hope you die of constipation. I really do." She matched his feet with her shoe as she passed by, he only raised his head to look at her but said nothing which irritated her more.

She leaned down to his ear, Imara rolling down in her arms with an excited shriek. "Don't forget, you've kissed me two times in twenty four hours. Be careful or that shell around your heart will break down within a snap of my fingers."

Straightening, she sent him a sultry look that nearly disarmed him. He is going to admit something to himself alone, he is physically attracted to his wife in ways that makes him afraid. How could it be?

He stood up and lean down close to her ear but he acted as though he was kissing Imara's cheek. "You initiated it, don't get ahead of yourself. Now leave so I can work."

Jannah narrowed her eyes with a whisper of, "Fucker" but left, there is nothing else to be said now after he's just embarrassed her in front of his friends.

The said friends were too quiet during that exchange that she's forgotten about them in the room. She's vowed to do something tonight, Adnan won't see it coming but she's taken an oath in her head. If he thinks he can match all over her, he's got another thing coming.

Bakri released a breath he didn't know he was holding. "You really are married with a child, Draco. Fuck, the little girl looks five years old too."

"I hope you are not using that word where my daughter is related." Adnan murmured faintly but they all heard him, his voice was deep with this possessiveness that they couldn't help gaping.

"You should've at least told us. Now we acted like bunch of fools." Jawad leaned down still trying to wrap his head around what had just happened.

He smiled to himself, there is something brewing between the couple. He is glad Jannah is not the type of woman that'll allow her husband to match all over her because he is rich or just rumored to be related to mafia in some kind of way. She's stood her ground and even insulted him but what he is more curious about is why Adnan is married to someone who isn't afraid of him. It's such a bizarre situation.

One might think he is more into women that will worship the place he's matched with his dirty polo boots. This one they've seen though, she is not the one to be matched all over. But why is he so happy about that and curious about what they said to one another in their ears? He is a lawyer, he's seen all the looks and the slightly brush of Adnan's lips on his wife's ear saying something.

"Because you are exactly that. She already introduced herself but Bakri was laughing like a he goat. I wanted to smack his head honestly." Ammar chirped in, playing with his phone absently.

"You are also a darn hypocrite. You've never told us about her. And the little girl calling you a goddamn Uncle! Is that how friendship works in your family?" Bakri turned his annoyance on Ammar because he knew Adnan won't give him a second from his time to entertain him.