Conqueror of the Casanova

Lunched?

...Happy Reading's...

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"What's? What's not free?" ask Diandra.

"You gotta make me lunch, how?" ask Gio.

Diandra clucked slowly.

"I can't cook, '" he replied slowly.

Gio frowned. "Can't you cook?"

Diandra hesitated.

"I could actually cook a simple meal. But, because all this time I always eat out, so everyone forgets," replied Diandra, grimacing in embarrassment.

"What is not free? This is my home!" diandra debates while upholding her body, a sign of protest on Gio.

"But, I have to have Randi prepare my things at home. Your laptop and files are also in my house" Gio's pretext gives an excuse.

Diandra just remembered that all this time he worked from Gio's house, until almost all the work files were recently at Gio's house.

Diandra exhaled a rough breath. Intention to enjoy time at home before having to go to Bandung. It seems to be disturbed by her husband. He even planned to see the sun set on the beach later in the afternoon.

"So how dong, I really can't cook," said Diandra.

Inwardly he wished for Gio not to so tell him to cook lunch.

Gio seemed silent for a moment.

"What if we cook together?" gio.

"Later to teach you how to cook," continued Gio.

Diandra rolled her eyeballs, she was lazy to do it all, she just wanted to let go of the homesickness.

"Whatever," he said as he moved and stepped towards the room.

Gio smiled at him then followed Diandra to the room.

Yes, another Diandra change that makes Gio happy. Now Diandra is more gentle and no longer hates Gio.

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"Come, it's time we cook for lunch" Gio said, as soon as he walked into the room.

Diandra who was sitting at the work desk with a mobile phone in her hand, immediately turned around while looking at Gio.

"What the hell, just ngagetin," replied Diandra, staring at Gio dislike.

Gio frowned, he did not feel that he was surprising his wife. He even knocked on the door before entering.

"How's ngagetin? I knocked on the door before I came in" asked Gio.

Diandra's eyes seemed to move restlessly, looking for excuses or even justifications for his words. The reason is actually Diandra did not hear the sound of knocking on Gio's door.

"Ya–, anyway you ngaggetin me," said Diandra did not want to lose.

"Ooh, yeah, I'm sorry." Gio stepped closer to Diandra.

Diandra turned back to face the window, hiding her smile from Gio. Yes, there is a sense of pleasure when he can win a debate with Gio.

Seeing Gio who was willing to give up, always made his heart warm, and felt more loved.

Yeah, when you look, I don't know who's really acting like a child? It seems that the two are the same, just different from the way to get his attention.

If Gio is looking for attention openly flirting and asking to be pampered by Diandra. While the woman, prefers to express her attention by sulking and arguing.

"In order to do it anyway, how serious it seems," asked Gio, with both hands holding the Diandra work table, until his current position is like holding the Diandra.

Diandra slightly bowed as her body pushed against Gio's chest. His heart returned, unable to be controlled by it.

"Review, narrow tau," said Diandra slightly pushed Gio's chest using his head.

"I just want to see what you're doing" Gio replied, without shifting a bit. He even urged Diandra more and more until the body of both of them became more attached.

"Isa. I just saw some work files again," replied Diandra.

Gio did not see any messy files at all, everything still looked as neat as before.

"really?" ask Gio to make sure.

"Yes. Udah, beware yes, I'm tight," said Diandra.

Yes, being in a very intimate position like this with Gio, made his chest feel tight.

Gio finally stood up straight. Diandra seemed to inhale a deep breath and then exhaled it roughly. He even did that repeatedly.

"Yuk to the kitchen" Gio asked again.

"Huh?! Why?" diandra asked, reluctant to follow her husband.

"Be careful, it's lunch time soon" replied Gio.

"Book?" Diandra looked to frown. It feels so bad to be in the kitchen.

"Yes. You promised to cook lunch together. Or do you want us not to be here?" Gio's giving a little threat.

Diandra sighed in annoyance, she looked at the lazy Gio.

"Don't do that, I really can't cook" Diandra said.

"We can cook together, so you can all learn. Her brother's time restaurant chef can't cook?" tease Gio, raise his eyebrows.

"Oh." Diandra is still reluctant.

"Come," Gio asked, smabil pulled Diandra's hand to stand up.

"I don't like cooking" Diandra protested, trying to let go of Gio's blocked hand.

Gio grinned, he then pulled Diandra's body tighter and urged her on the wall near the bedroom door, Gio re-encrusted Diandra with a more intimate position than before.

"Or, what if you were my lunch?" ask Gio.

Diandra sculpted, she pressed her whole body against the wall of her room, trying to get away from Gio who kept urging her, even now their faces were only a few centimeters away.

"A–what do you mean? K–you want to kill me?" ask Diandra. It turned out that the intelligent brain of Diandra who could advance the Lembayung hotel, could not work at all if such a problem.

The grin on Gio's face deepened, he held back his laughter as he looked at the innocent face mixed in Diandra's fear.

Gio did not reply, he only looked at Diandra with a deepening gaze. The tip of his finger, gently rubbed Diandra's cheek, and walked continuously towards the neck.

Diandra brushes, finding subtle movements that tempt Gio. His mind that was empty, now suddenly understood what the word 'eat' Gio mentioned meant.

His eyes then widened, he returned Gio's gaze which seemed to invite him to drown with him.

As Diandra felt his body getting squeezed, he immediately lowered his body to escape from Gio, escaping with a bang under Gio's hand that restrained him.

"Come, cook!" he ran outside the room.

Gio chuckled, then sighed lightly. It turns out that the famous figure of Diandra cold and haughty, is still very innocent when it comes to husband and wife relationships.

He then stepped outside, following his wife who was no longer seen.

Yaya had come home a while ago, until now in the house there were only the two of them.

Until Gio is free to tease Diandra without fear of being caught by others like in his home. He had already imagined how the two would cook together.

Even he had planned to tease Diandra as long as they cooked. Walking excitedly towards the kitchen where his wife was.

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