Adnan couldn't leave the house even after getting a phone call from his younger brother that they are waiting for him at his office. How could he after that kiss they shared awakening every single cell in his body? Making it hard for him to breath properly, he couldn't think straight reliving how lush her body felt against his body. It makes no sense so he is trying to sheaf together his feelings.

After taking another shower, he called his brother and other employees to come to his home instead. Of course they were shocked at that fact, he's never worked from home. There was never need since he is always ready to leave home, hardly ever there. They've never been to his house, not his younger brother or the other two that consider themselves his friends.

They jumped onto the opportunity and filed inside a SUV along with Alim to come see him. They knew his house was breathtakingly gorgeous, it was the talk of the town five years ago. But they were still shocked after seeing the gigantic mansion stretching many lengths and acres in front of them in lush greens, tall trees, a pool you could see from the gates. Everything in the mansion screams a avant-garde.

Aisha was there to welcome them, there never were guests in the house so seeing the SUV coming in after answering a call from Mallam Sani at the gates, she eagerly came out to welcome them. She wasn't ready for the four clean-cut men that dismounted the car looking extremely imposing and virile. It looks effortless, much to her chagrin.

The four of them came to stand in front of her, she refused to give them way. She decided to check out each and everyone of them thoroughly starting from the one by her right, it was Alim. He looks younger than the other men with him standing around five feet seven, his hair barbed to perfection like his suit. He's got this blunt appearance that shouldn't be handsome with his features but he is good looking.

He is currently checking her out too which made her raise a brow and settle her eyes on the person next to him, Ammar Ibrahim Attahir. His brows are knitted as he perused over her like he is trying to place a finger on where he knew her. They cleared when he remembered, she was a maid in his home so he won't forget. Not after the fight they almost had when he intentionally matched the place she's mopped with his dirty boots.

"Who gave you the right to come in with those boots? You could've kept them outside or something." Aisha had fumes that day. She wasn't in a good mood after one phone call with her uncle.

Ammar raised a brow, no maid has ever shouted at him but this midget thinks she can? "Maybe because it's my house?"

"No, it's your mother's house and not yours. Disappear so I can clean where you just dirtied." She hit his boots with the mopper sending lasers with her eyes.

"My mother's house is my house. And no, I won't move." He childishly crossed his arms over his chest then noticed something. "You are so short."

"Yeah, God only lets things grow until they are perfect. Just disappear already." She hit the boots again but he didn't move, instead cocked a hip to the side.

"You cannot be ordering me in my own house. Who are you? Tell me your name because I'm going to get you fired." He was acting childish and he knew it but she looks like a child too.

"My names Aisha Garo. Go and get me fired if you think you can. Hajiya only works with justice and not brattiness." This time around the mopper hit the boots so hard that he moved a step.

"You are crazy." And he left her there fuming at not having anyone to rain more insults on.

A decidedly handsome man like his brother just that they don't look much alike. His skin is slightly darker than Adnan's olive one, his nose a bit blunter than his brothers and lips so full and pink. He is also tall, like the other two guys beside him standing six feet.

The next guy close to him happens to be Bakri whose eyes are mischievously smiling at her. She knew she was going to get along with this one, he looks so easygoing and boyish. Kinda that bad boy next door vibe with dark eyes so mischievous and thin lips. The kind of guy you'd love to pinch his cheeks all the time but a complete playboy.

Then comes the last one who looks eager to be inside the house to get the business he is there for done and over with, Jawad. Did her heart just take another leap behind her rib cage? It feels like it did when their eyes collided. One might think they are two fictional characters readers are going to root for. But you know someone that is out of your league the minute you see them.

There is this aura surrounding him that makes you feel so small in front of him. Not like how Adnan is, his is way different and kind of mysterious. He is not giving anything away with his looks, eyes or expression when she is one to read people through those things. He doesn't look like someone that is into business world, more like a ruthless lawyer.

His body is not built like the other men's, he is a bit chubby in his suit but still more good looking than the other skinny three men. If not for his slight chubbiness, he would've been taller than all of them. He looks like someone who grew up getting everything in a golden platter without having to work for it. Earning a job in Adnan's company with strong connection and intelligence of course.

She knew Adnan to be ruthless in a lot of things, one of them being the way he gives people job. No matter how strong your connection, he won't give you work if you are not worth it.

Bakri was the first to break the tension that is slowly building up in the air. "Good afternoon, Miss..."

"Aisha." She answered with a throat clearing, her words are choking her with each breath she takes in front of these Adonises.

"Miss Aisha. We are here to see Draco, he called us." He explained benignly though he is still checking her out.

She is wearing on yet, one of Jannah's Ankara gowns which tightened around the bosom then fell in pleating to her ankle leaving her anklet open. She is not taller than Jannah but they both don't know why the cloth is hanging up.

"Welcome. Do come in please." She sidestepped, Jawad was the first to enter impatiently then lastly Alim who gave her a soft smile.

Is it too much trouble to say all the men look interested in her except Mr. Poker face? Even Ammar stared at her in a way that made her stomach taut and arms filled with goosebumps. She had to look away to the long driveway, her eyes perusing over the flowers naming them in her head, daffodil, daisy, heather, iris...

Adnan came out in slacks and long sleeves dark dress shirt. He lead the men to a grey living room by the far end of the room where Jannah hardly visits. It is deep inside the house like you are leaving the house through the back door. The chairs are also grey in color making an L in the mini living room.

He is not comfortable allowing them inside his home study, that's where his private stuff are. The door has always been locked keeping things there mystery for only his eyes. Not that they will be able to make sense of the things he keeps as secret. They wouldn't know what those things are even if they touch them. Sometimes you just want a few things to be yours.

"You've got a nice house, Draco! How many acres?" Bakri complimented keeping a folder on the table in front of him, his eyes roaming around the room.

Adnan didn't answer, only turn to Jawad so they can start business. He is the only person that looks serious amongst the quad, they are busy checking out his house. Of course his Attorney has finished everything and tackled all their problems before coming here. He is the only employee he will miss whenever it gets to firing them all. He is competent and organized.

"My only problem is where you took that forty eight million. I mean, common, Draco that was so unlike you. You don't even like that card." Bakri chirped in after they were done.

"Are you feeling fine?" Aisha asked, ferrying inside Jannah's room to see that she's just finished praying and is folding her hijab.

She looks alright. Adnan did broke the fever, wow.

Jannah blushed but since she's got a dark skin and is not looking directly at Aisha, she couldn't see it. "I'm fine now. The fever broke miraculously. Don't wake Imara up."

"Get dressed and go greet your husband's guests. Four fucking handsome men! Why are all these rich guys just too handsome? They should have fat bellies, big noses or lips." Aisha complained keeping a cup of hot chocolate for Jannah.

"My husband's guests? Dracs has friends?!" She took the mug and place it tentatively to her lips wondering why there are four men in their house.

And... "I thought he went to work? What is he doing here?"

Aisha shrugged her shoulders. "Don't ask me that. He went to his room for a few minutes before I got a call from Mallam Sani that there are guests here for Mr. Adnan so here they are. Maybe he wants to work from home today?"

"It makes no sense. He told me he was going, not really but whatever." She frowned. So he lied so he could leave her here huh?

Does he find her so repulsive that he won't be with her now that she needed him the most? What is it with him and not wanting to spend some quality time with her? She is not asking for his love or whatsoever, just companionship for a few hours is fine with her. But he'd rather go flip through random papers than be there with her.

"Just get dressed. You need to see them and his younger brother is here. Ammar." Aisha gave her a large Cheshire smile when Jannah raised a brow. She is hinting that she shouldn't ask questions.

"I'll ask those questions later. Now I want to see the kind of friends my husband has, it's astonishing." She placed the mug back on the bedside table.

"I know right. Let's get you dressed like Draco's wife. We should hurry before they leave." She pushed her into the closet, searched around for something she could wear.

Aisha gave her a wrap mauve dress with notch collar and cuff sleeves. The dress fits her perfectly emphasizing her curves and giving her skin tone a great color. Aisha tied a chiffon veil around her in a Turkish style, place a Gucci open toe heels for her to wear on the floor. Jannah frowned but wore the heels reluctantly, she cannot argue with Aisha now.

"Now, you look like a Draco's wife!" Aisha gave two thumbs up before applying lip gloss on her lips.

Together the two of them left the room, Aisha guiding Jannah to the living room where the men are. Aisha turned around to leave only for Jannah to hold her from behind.

"What? I'm I supposed to enter alone?" She widened her eyes in fear, her heart thudding in her chest at the sounds of the deep manly voices.

Aisha was about to shrug her dainty shoulders when an idea struck her yet again. Jannah could only stare at her with wide eyes waiting to hear what other weird thought she's got in her head. The girl always seem to have one thing or the other going on in that little head of hers.

"Let me go get refreshments so we can go there together." And she hurried away then came back with a trolley ladened with sodas, canned drinks and whatnot.

"Now take a deep breath and let's go." Jannah did as she was ordered before she knocked on the door. It was quiet for awhile then an acquiesce came from Adnan himself.

Jannah opened the door, poke her head inside first before allowing her whole body to join. All the men in the room turn to look at her with their mouths hanging open, Jawad included. She doesn't look like a maid, not at all neither does she look like Adnan's younger sister Nawal. Then who on earth is this woman in front of them? A mistress he's gotten for himself?

Ammar also stared for the longest time before his eyes widened recalling who she is. She's changed, both appearance and fashion sense and almost everything. Wow!

Is that why Adnan wants to stay at home? Ever since coming back from Tokyo his brother had looked somehow. He couldn't point finger on what's changed but something is definitely added or removed. He knew his brother so much that no little thing could escape him. Maybe she is the reason why things are changing.

Is his brother in love with his native wife by any chance? This should be really interesting, it looks like fun too. He was indifferent to her just months ago. What's changed?

Bakri whistled with his fingers. "Draco, now tell me why you have two gorgeous women in your home that don't look like maids."

All eyes fell on Adnan whose eyes are now on the tablet Alim had given him. What is he supposed to tell them? And what is Jannah doing there? Didn't she promise not to announce that she is his wife? Now more than half the world will know he is taken with a little daughter. His brother managed to keep quiet but Bakri? Not so very much.

Jannah moved further into the room and stood beside Adnan's sitting form. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I didn't know your friends were here."

"They are not my friends. They are my employees." He gritted put, not raising his head to look at his dumbstruck employees.

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