Befawa, Incorrect Marriages

Part 5#Not Worst to Consider

Rebellion in the eyes of the empress led to the screeching warmth of the rocking bed. Ryan gives a touch of excitement to women who are entitled to the soul, body and heart. The man did not let the plain white body be missed even if only an inch.

The long struggle that becomes the cure of longing forgets the time that rotates so fast that finally the bodies soak each other enjoy the warm sensation of pool unification. I don't know how many times the seeds of the future have been launched with screams of pleasure.

"Hubby, how is your strength so strong? I couldn't stand it but let it rest for a moment. Come here," the body that is still fused makes the two like puppets.

Any lover would be heartbroken to see the husband's own bed scene but what else can be done? Reprimands or complaints can't even change reality. Now he only voiced what had been hidden. Was wrong?

The eyes could not see the painting of love from him, "How are you doing? Is everything all right here?"

"All good, but I miss you so much. Could have been left alone without ever thinking I was alive or ... Hhc ...,"

Didn't want the empress of his heart to continue the words that are not. Ryan deliberately silenced his woman with a friendly pagutan. Hands clutch expecting to be released but never gaining freedom. An increasingly wandering touch re-unites the taste.

While in another room, Ameera had just woken up. The woman rolled her eyes around. The room was large but alone. Where is Ryan? Usually the husband will welcome with a cup of fresh drinks so that he returns relaxed.

For the first time after the wedding, she felt lonely. Not wanting to be bad to think, Ameera chose to clean herself so that her body again felt comfortable. The adequate facilities made him feel alive in the kingdom.

Thirty minutes had passed, footsteps coming out of the bathroom towards the dressing room. The four-door glass cabinet became his goal, "Let me see if there are clothes I can wear," the first door shifted to show a row of beautiful and elegant dresses.

Eyes gasped at all the preparations her husband had made. Does that mean Ryan is just testing himself? Curiosity increasingly shackled, making the hand unshakably open the other three closet doors. He did not expect that the four doors only contained women's goods.

After choosing casual clothes that felt comfortable, he rushed to wear them. Then without applying makeup directly out of the room. Luxury can indeed be comfortable but yes still bored if alone. Footsteps down the stairs while watching every corner of the room from the top floor.

The mansion is spacious and if he yells inside the room. No one could know. So vast that it always requires a walkie talkie or more precisely using intercoms that are connected throughout the room. Naturally, the name is also a building designed luxury and spacious.

Some waiters were busy preparing dinner. It was still three in the afternoon. Why do you make that much cooking? The person who was busy doing the job approached, then greeted politely.

"Sore, everyone. Very fragrant cuisine, can't taste it?" tanya Ameera made a waiter take a prepared plate to the table, while another waiter pulled a chair to sit on it.

It feels uncomfortable to be treated that way but it is not hearty to refuse to be served. "Thank you, don't take it. I can do it alone but I can eat it myself. You guys come eat ya." invite him to make the servants look at each other, then shake their heads in unison.

"Why are you guys just diem? Didn't answer any of my words, were they thrush together?" ameera asked so innocently that the servants had to refrain from staying silent because the rules of the employer were clearly inviolable.

It was the matter of clothing that astonished the heart, now the attitude of the servants that added to the confusion. Does he live in a palace or a cemetery? If the person in the house is only silent, then who can be talked to when Ryan is not with him.

"Non, please eat. I'll accompany you and you guys go back!" said someone from behind distracting Ameera.

The woman turned her head to welcome someone who sounded so resolute even the servants obediently without any comment. A man in bodyguard clothes walked over to the dining table. When seen young because his face looks fresh.

"Who are you?" The gaze of the eyes still followed the footsteps of the man who was getting closer to him.