YOURS, JANNAH

#TWENTY TWO

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.