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Mr. Fancy - fancy Thing

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My feet were galloping out of my son's room, I played with him for a while after cleaning myself up again because of my husband's ignorance. My steps went down the wooden steps one by one, until I found my husband who was waiting for me in the kitchen mini bar, busy with the business of billions on his tablet. Sometimes I get confused with people who work crazy like my husband, what are they really looking for?

Well, I did, but because I was running away from my divorce. Now I won't do it again. It was better to sit at home and wait for my husband to come home, and spend the whole night under his manly control. God, my brain is really fucked!

I approached my focused husband, hugged him from behind and kissed him on the nape, then I snatched the tablet from his hand. "It's not time to work yet, babe. You have so much time to get out of here." I said, walking to the stove to heat the water. "Coffee or tea?" my many.

My husband smiled flirtatiously. Hah, apparently he wants to tease me again. I raised my hand to look at the clock, "There's still 30 minutes for breakfast, Warner." I snorted. "So, coffee or tea?" ask again. Husband smile. His eyes narrowed and his index finger tapped his chin several times.

He took a deep breath. "I don't think you can cook, honey."

I rounded my eyes and pulled my head back a little. "Sean." Iid. "Cooking and making coffee are two different things. I gave up on cooking stuff, but not with an electric kettle. Again, coffee or tea, is my husband handsome?" I tousled my waist in front of him. He was seen holding back a laugh until his face turned red.

"Coffee sounds great, Darling!"

I turned. A little tiptoe when opening the top cabinet to remove the coffee cup. My fingers gracefully stuffed the coffee and sugar into the black ceramic cup. It's my first time making coffee for him, I don't know what his taste is like, but I'm going to make a coffee that's not too sweet.

While waiting for the water to boil, I stepped onto the dining table to take some bread and apply chocolate jam on it. While walking back to the kitchen, I glanced at my chin-backed husband. I watched myself prepare breakfast for him.

As soon as I finished pouring water and brewing coffee, I took it to my husband who was still busy looking at me with his eyes as blue as the ocean and his mouth full of bread. My husband groaned satisfiedly sipping the coffee I just made.

"Ah, this is so delicious. What are you mixing in this coffee? Magic?"

I pulled the last bite of bread out of his hand. Throw it on a plate and bring it closer to her. I pushed my body until it stuck to her so that I could devour her sweet and flirtatious lips. Her lips taste as sweet as chocolate jam because she just ate it. But there is also another taste, a very sweet taste of itself.

I licked the speck of jam at the end of his lips, "Yes, I'll mix magic if it's necessary. I would do anything to enjoy a morning like this with you."

Not wanting to interrupt her breakfast time, I withdrew. Tidied up his lapel and placed a short kiss on his cheek before heading to the room. "Enjoy your breakfast, dear. I'll take my stuff in the room. If you need anything, you can call me to help you. Okay?"

Sean replied to me with a smile that could make any woman go crazy. Finally I messed up the breakfast moment again by turning from the family room to the kitchen. I cupped her cheeks together, leaving her stuck in the mini bar chair while I looked up eagerly kissing her lips once again. "This is the last one, I promise this is the last one before I actually go to the room."

My husband laughed softly. Then I stopped when I stepped back into the room. "I don't think I'd be able to imagine how we'd honeymoon a second time, babe."

I answered without looking at him. "It's gonna be so hot, honey. I swear it's gonna be so hot."

After 20 minutes, I thought we were ready to go. I said goodbye to Mom and Ben before I got off. Sean himself said he had to meet for the embezzlement problem that occurred yesterday.

I just grabbed my car keys from the nightstand drawer when my husband handed me another car key, "What is that?" many wonder.

I raise my eyebrows. "For what? I'd rather use my car." My eyes came down and opened wide when I saw the Rolls Royce logo on the key, then shook my head quickly. "No. I've never brought it anyway. I'll just use my car." Call me.

Sean didn't answer my refusal, he pulled my hand to follow him out. Next to his hand grabbed the phone from the inner pocket of his suit and contacted someone, "Pritta is ready?" tanyakanya. Back to sound a few seconds. "OKAY. My wife's going down."

He put his phone back in his pocket without caring about me who was upset by his attitude. I stopped walking, staring dislikefully at him as he turned around. "Don't tell me you're limiting my wiggle room." I said.

He smiled and cupped both of my cheeks. "I'm not limiting you, honey. Just making sure you're safe anywhere. I don't want anything to happen to you. How about your panic attack come while you're driving?"

"But I've been fine all this time."

"I won't wait until you're not okay. Don't argue, okay? It's for your own good. You're my wife, it's my responsibility to ensure your safety."

I looked down and took a deep breath. This is one of the things I worry about being his wife. Sean wouldn't let me drive, and I realized my husband wasn't a random person. My life changed when I accepted it. Marrying her means being ready for her dizzying life. I wanted to refuse but for free, Sean did not accept rejection for a problem like this.

I took another breath, then raised my head. "Alright, I gave up." I said in the end.

He smiled and hugged me. "You need to be safe, honey. Pritta, he'll accompany you anywhere."

I nodded and smiled on his shoulder. Refusing her attention means rejecting the love she gives. From today I must accept everything he gives me, because whatever my husband does must be because of his deep love for me.

Let's say it's a law of reciprocity. He gives, I receive. Vice versa. At this point I realized, acceptance is not about what it gave me. But about how he values me and I appreciate it.

My advice to anyone who reads this, marry the one who pursues you desperately even if you push her away. Don't waste a golden opportunity to marry a man who truly loves you. Because if you accept it, it's not just him you've got, it's another life you've never imagined.

Well, I lived happily before. I didn't lack anything until the time I divorced my ex-husband. I could live well until then. The only thing that made me suffer was the fact that I was betrayed so many times.

My husband took me to the basement. My eyes were round when I saw the rows of cars parked there. "Yes, God! Are we in a sports car showroom?" I said while looking around. Be amazed by the dozens of luxury cars that fill almost half the basement floor.

My husband laughed at the question that came out of my mouth. I shook my head a few times before turning to her, "This is yours?" my many.

"Our, Mrs. Warner."

My tongue was amazed at him. What a wonderful surprise. It was only fitting that he would easily buy Mia a car when the boy asked for it. "Sean.." I said while shuffling again. I got close to her, and pulled her nape, then kissed her ever-sweet lips.

"I want a house with a view of the forest and the lake."

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