Best Defense

Another Hole's.

...Sean Danial Warner POV's...

"So, where do we start, sir?" I raised my face to look at Franda who was speaking before me.

Today we had our first official business meeting to discuss Warner Enterprise Fashion Life's partnership with Franda's Femme Boutique. I forced her not because she was my wife, but because I loved her amazing work. Franda was a genius at creating things related to clothing. She really knows how to make things even more beautiful with her small, active hands.

I folded my arms around my chest and stared fixedly at him. My smile rose before I replied to her. "What if we make a visit to your boutique, ma'am? I guess I need to make sure once again that I didn't make the wrong decision." I said trying to tease her. I almost laughed when I saw her eyes open wide.

"You've seen it many times, sir. Can we go on with something more important than wasting time looking at my boutique?"

I smiled again before returning his words. My hands moved on the handle of the chair while I folded my legs. "alright. I'll listen to you first then. What do you want with this partnership?" tananyaku fishing.

Franda was enthusiastic. He folds his legs and links his fingers on the table. "First, I don't want you to lose my boutique's name. Second, do not set my work let alone interfere in determining the design. I want to stay free to work, sir."

I'm nodding. "No problem." I muttered.

"Three, I want," I turned to the door because someone had just come in and interrupted our meeting.

Instantly I was wide-eyed to find the blond girl I knew so well standing in front of the open door. My heart is beating fast. My body suddenly froze and my stomach twisted cold. The girl walked gracefully and mischievously towards me, and directly slid into my body. Her arms were embracing my shoulders and her palms were clinging to my chest.

She caught my face and kissed my dry, hard-wrinkled lips. My head spontaneously swung backwards, but I was out of luck. Her lips swept over my lips. I stood up and pushed him away politely.

The girl's eyes fogged with passion, her cheeks turned red. My jaw gritted, avoiding the passion that the girl was emitting on me.

"Sister, I miss you. Are you busy?" he muttered while biting the lip that kissed me.

I did not answer, and was busy watching Franda's face turn moody and angry. Her smile faded, her beautiful and passionate passion for me also faded. It definitely bolstered his trust in me. Tearing her heart apart because I let another woman touch me. For God's sake, I just want Franda.

I stared intently at the nervous Selena who had just entered my room. Then my eyes looked back at Franda.

"Yes, sir is having a business meeting, Miss." I heard Selena answer the question asked by Yolanda Riyadi. I gulped, hoping that Yola would get out of my sight as soon as possible so that I could secure Franda from her.

But Yola always held on until I was panicked when I faced her. His current voice was even too mischievous, too hoarse. "Wow, then I'll wait on the couch."

I held back the emotions that rattled in my chest until my jaw gritted. I want Yola to shut her mouth immediately and stop with her nonsense. There will be time for him to talk to me and even tease me, but it is not in front of Franda.

Boldly, Yola even wrapped her arms. "I'll be waiting for you, brother. We have to go to the hospital to see Papa."

Yola frowned, her eyes glancing down, into my hand that enveloped Franda's hand. I've shown that I'm with someone precious to me, but Yola keeps asking. "Why?"

"I'm married." I said quickly. I had to take Franda away from her immediately, then explain to her that all I needed was her.

Undeterred by my answer, Yola smiled. For God's sake, I always curse my encounters with Yola. I fought to reject it. But why does he always torture me like this?

"Hmm.." He softly shrieked at me. "You should have told me you were busy, brother. No need to make up stories with marriage."

I heard Franda squealing softly, and I squeezed her hand again. Asking him to stay silent next to me. "I'm married, Yola."

Yola was silent for a moment. Then he groaned and gave up. But his countenances and gestures grew softer to keep giving me temptation. "All right, I'm leaving, brother. But you promised you'd see Papa. I'll wait for you there."

"No need to wait for me." I'm afraid. My grip is getting tighter in Franda's hand.

Yola grumbled in disbelief. "Sister.you promised."

"Yes, but I'll meet him myself and tell him about my marriage." I said one last time. Because after that, I immediately pulled Franda out of my room and left Yola with Selena there. I brought Franda back home on the 46th floor.

Arriving at the room, Franda was still moody, stiff and staring blankly. I was anxious to reprimand him, but it was better to temper my desire to talk to him because he was still angry, and could grow angry.

In the end, I could no longer bear to hear her delicate and loving voice for me, which was jerking my heart. "Franda... What do you want to eat? We haven't had lunch yet." I said as I looked at him who was silent on the edge of the bed.

Franda made a hoarse voice, and it was a great relief to hear her soft voice again. "I don't want to eat anything."

"Franda," I softly called out his name. My head bowed for a while because the embarrassment had already ruined his mood. Again and again a reality jolts me. Franda was the perfect woman, but I kept making her give her a reason to be disappointed. I'm a grim and horrible bastard who's been kidnapping angels into my life. But I didn't take care of him, damaging his wings one by one.

"I want to be alone" Franda said suddenly until I raised my head to look at her from the lazy sofa I was sitting on. All my body was tense and tears were so eager to come out of my eyes. I can't afford to fight anymore.

"Franda, please." I asked him.

Franda spoke tremblingly. "You just kissed in front of my eyes, you fucking handsome guy! Do you know that?"

I bowed again, my hands clutching the edge of the sofa as if to smash it. But my voice was gentle and coaxed on Franda. I understand her anger, and now I have to prove that Yola's kiss means nothing.