A marriage full of wounds

chapter 28

"What, did you accept the girl? I mean .. I, your second wife!" Excited the woman who is now standing next to Jeffin who is just busy with his favorite thing.

"You, look no objection to all that is gained from, Madame Margaretha," he continued, only to find the serenity of the cold human figure beside him.

"Wouldn't everything be a right, Samantha?" Clara tries to influence Jeffin.

His efforts succeeded, Jeffin stopped his fingers on top of his favorite sophisticated netbook, and turned his face to the side, where, Clara put on her dramatic face.

"It's none of your business" said Jeffin coldly who returned focus to the cross-legged objects in hand.

Clara could only endure all her frustration by clenching one hand.

Samantha's half-brother had long since taken a heart to Jeffin William Abraham. Since they are still in the top school until now.

He who always tried to get the attention of the man beside him, but only a flat and cold attitude that he got. There was not a single chance Clara got a warm response from Jeffin.

But Clara did not want to give up. He was willing to do anything to get the man of his dreams.

He even willingly harmed his own half-brother, until he fell into a coma. However, darling. Clara still gets Jeffin's arrogant attitude. Although he was willing to become a regular employee in the man's company.

Now comes a girl who becomes Jeffin's second wife and he can't accept all of this. Only she has the right to be Jeffin's wife and the only one who has always faithfully loved this man beside her.

"Give me my schedule today!" The man exclaimed without looking at Clara in the slightest, he immediately got out of the elevator and walked towards his room.

Clara's face grew red from the annoyance of being ignored by Jeffin. He just wanted to be noticed by the arrogant man.

………………

"Ck! Jeffin clucked in annoyance, while already in his room.

He immediately sat on his oversized chair and opened the laptop that was available on the table. Regardless of the figure of a handsome man on a luxurious sofa.

Jeffin is now dissolved in his world, with sharp eyes continue to focus on scanning the letters and numbers listed on the screen of his laptop.

"Curtain!" Kenzie Jeffin's best friend, sounds cynical.

"You, look different, dude. Is this the effect of your little wife's aurat?" Say with a charming slanted smile. But for Jeffin it was very upsetting.

Jeffin only glanced sharply for a moment and returned to focus, he was too lazy to respond to the ridicule of his best friend. Who will resign his concentration.

Since then he tried to keep his dirty thoughts about, hot activities with his little wife. And ... now his best friend is coming, trying to destroy his positive thoughts.

"What, he's still holy?" Ask Kenzie who is now sitting in the chair in front of the table — Jeffin.

Jeffin still ignored his best friend by paying attention to all the mockery.

"Surely, he's still a saint" Kenzie guessed with a confident face.

"How does it feel? Is it, so delicious? So you look frustrated? Like wanting something that makes you addicted" Kenzie chanted with a laugh.

The success made Jeffin raised a sharp gaze with his face began to look careless.

"Go out!" Banish Jeffin cold.

Kenzie was getting excited to see Jeffin's annoyed face. That means the guess is right.

"More, well now you're home. And locked up your little wife. Do it, with all his satisfaction," as usual Kenzie returned with his nosy face.

The man continued to laugh loosely as he walked away from Jeffin's luxurious room. Leaving the figure of the handsome man with his furious face.

The shadow of the intercourse he did with his little wife and the style he had in his fantasy now began to destroy his professional attitude as a leader.

Jeffin did not stop moaning annoyedly, intending to expel his thoughts that made his entire body heat up.

"Damn!" Umpatnya. As he rose from his seat of glory. Jeffin just left the room. Leaving all the piled up work.

"You, where do you want to go, sir?" Prevent Clara suddenly.

"No, it's your business" Jeffin said flatly and continued to step up.

"But, you have an important encounter," as if with a confused face. It is not uncommon for Jeffin to leave his job, even though his first wife is in an emergency.

"Cancel!" He said without dispute.

"B-well!" Clara answered nervously. Because Jeffin's gaze was so scary.

"Damn! Erang Clara is upset.

…………..

"Back, to the Mansion!" Jeffin's orders to his personal assistant.

"Ready, sir," said the stern-faced man.

The jet-black luxury car began to move, leaving the Abraham group company area and joining other drivers in the city.

Jeffin, with his long legs, got out of the car after the assistant opened the car door for him.

Not wanting to wait for long, Jeffin walked into the Mansion, whose appearance was not as charming as before.

Now the expensive suit of the man had been detached from his burly body, as well as his tie which he had somehow thrown to where. Now there is only a pitch black shirt wrapped his athletic body with a few open shirt buttons, see the chest of his field which is covered with fine feathers. That makes her look macho and sexy.

Jeffin continued to step inside and was immediately greeted by a new butler.

"Welcome, sir," he said, bowing half his body.

Jeffin did not respond, the chaotic-looking man continued walking towards the elevator. He wanted to go to the room with his little wife.

The 37-year-old man, already looked so tormented with his shadow and also his mind.

His libido continued to rise, as he recalled the warm scene with his little wife.

"Clek! Impatiently, Jeffin opened the door of the luxurious room, with a savage gaze what a hungry predator.

There was only silence greeting Jeffin, upon entering his luxurious room. No sign that his little wife is in there.

Jeffin unbuttoned his shirt while walking towards the dressing room, hoping his little wife was there. Like what happened this morning.

But, he had to endure disappointment and resentment, when there was no dazzling petite figure there.

"Where, him?" Ask yourself.

The man who now looks innocent at the top, checking in all corners of the room. But ... the result is nil. No one found his wife anywhere that made him groan in frustration.

Holding back his growing passion as he smelled the trail of his wife's gentle scent.

"Damn, shit, shit," he said with a furious face.

…………..

"Where, mommy and …." Jeffin stopped his question with an intimidating look at the butler.

"The big lady and the young mistress, are out, sir," he concluded with a lowered face.

"out?! Jeffin muttered with a frustrated face.

"They, were visiting one of the shopping malls, sir," the butler explained again.

"What, they've been gone a long time?" Jeffin asked curiously for the first time.

"Newly, an hour, they left the master's Mansion, "the butler said.

Jeffin's face grew increasingly frustrated and increasingly visibly irritated. When he wanted to vent all his wishes, his little wife left. Making Jeffin again groan stifled with a red face resisting frustration.

"Hour, how many will they be back?" Asked with cold intonation, but in his heart expected a proper answer.

"They, going home in the afternoon, young master," replied the butler with a puzzled face.

"Argh, fuck." Shouts Jeffin frustrated.