Enthralled Love Semu

My clothes are wet

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Dhara blinked, he felt tight as if he had been hit by a heavy object on his body. The first thing he saw was a chewy but muscular object that was in front of him. His index finger stretched out, he was very tempted by the beautiful scenery. "Is this a dream?" he said in his heart.

"Vio, don't be naughty. Papa's still drowsy." A burly hand blocked his wrist. Dhara had only realized his current position. It turned out that burly hand was overrunning his body. It's worth it he feels tight.

Dhara looked up, looking at the handsome face he was dying to avoid. "Aaaa.... What are you doing here? And... Aaaa... You pervert." Dhara shouted, reflexes pushing Rey with all his might. He also covered his body with a blanket.

So, last night wasn't a dream? Aaaa... How'this? Did he see everything?

Dhara bit his fingernails. He woke up like a dream last night. Just wash your face and go to sleep again. He also removed B*a, as was his habit of sleeping alone. Also the clothes worn are quite open at the top and cover only part of his legs.

Bugg. Rey fell out of bed. Wake him up from his sleep for a few hours. "Ouch. It hurts." Rey pitting, holding her elbow, kissing the end of the nightstand. Also his body that feels sore because Dhara sleep continues to infiltrate him. Next to his hand was used Dhara as a pillow overnight.

"Why are you pushing me?" his voice is typical hoarse people wake up. He is also very sleepy. To land his body in its original place.

"You, Sir. You must have been intentionally. Aye, right? You must be using me." Dhara raised his voice. He did not accept, but clearly he also held Rey tightly. It's just nice to sleep last night very comfortable.

"Hey, watch what you say. Have you forgotten? You were delirious last night, and you were also the one who stuck to me. You didn't even let me move a little. Wrap around me, even feel like it hurts all now." Rey grabbed the shirt she had hung on the end of the bed and put it on.

"You must be lying." Obviously last night he remembered that he had locked his room. Where did this guy come from? Aaaa is so embarrassed.

"Whatever." Rey stretched her legs. Drowsiness does not make him give up, he must force. The young man chose to wash his face to reduce the drowsiness that kept attacking him.

Dhara walked back and forth while occasionally biting her lower lip. Now he was dressed properly. "How's this? How'this? Why are you so careless?" Dhara cursed at her own stupidity that didn't recognize Rey last night. He just thought it a dream.

He was suspicious when he had a nightmare, it would be until the morning he could not sleep. Not last night, she felt calm and comfortable in her husband's arms.

"Dhara, calm yourself. It's just a misery. Violet, I'm sorry. Papa Vio borrowed last night." very slowly. Guilt comes back to haunt him, especially when Rey calls his name. Even under his consciousness, he must have loved the little girl very much.

The knocking of the door disperse the dhara reverie. It turned out that the middle-aged woman who helped clean her house sudsh came. Breakfast is also sudsh prepared. It's just that he didn't stay, after all their house was only a few meters away. The rooms in this house are also limited. "Buddy." As soon as Dhara called him. He is almost the same age as his father.

And it was the woman who accompanied her father's daily life when Dhara was not home. Although his age is as good as his father, but physical and also his energy is like 10 years younger. Budhe Wati, as soon as he was called.

"That, Ma'am. Breakfast is ready, you wait in the dining room" he said politely.

"Good, Budhe. I'll change my clothes first."

"Oh, yes. It's coffee for the husband, Ma'am." Budhe Wati thrust a cup of black coffee at him.

"Thank you."

Dhara closes the door slowly, and finds Rey wearing only her towel that covers the bottom of her body. Pink towels that only cover from the waist up to above the knees. "Let's... What are you doing, Sir. Where's your clothes?" he immediately turned to face the door he had just closed.

"It's very hot, and my clothes are wet. So I took a shower." she said with a sinless face. It was as if he was used to doing it in front of other women. Rey sat on the side of the bed against Dhara. He was looking for a flat square thing in his pants pocket.

"But you don't have to use that towel either." - grumbled.

"So, I better open it all. Let's just be satisfied to see it?" A prickly grin appeared on Rey's face. He wanted to seduce his little wife.

"But what?" he half-whispered in Dhara's ear. He had already leaned his body at Dhara from behind. Until the girl actually stuck to the door.

"Master, don't fuck around. Or I'm yelling." Dhara was already frightened, her face flushed red as she recalled last night's incident.

"Isn't it natural that a husband messes with his own wife?"

Dhara could only swallow his words. It is true what Rey said. He is his wife, wife on paper. Although their status is legal in the eyes of law and religion. But Dhara never thought this marriage was real.

"And if you yell, what will your Father think of us? It might make him happy, just imagining what we've done. Like last night." Rey tried to hold back her laughter seeing Dhara's face that was already as red as boiled shrimp.

"Wear your clothes on."

"I told you. My clothes are wet, and there's no change of clothes for me here."

"Hold this." Dhara thrust a cup filled with the dense black liquid of Rey's hand with a rough finish. So that some of it is pooled below it. He rushed out of his room without looking at Rey's face for a second. "Wait here, don't go anywhere."

The girl met Yahya's father immediately. He lent her a change of clothes to Rey. Dhara returned to the room with a set of clothes in her hand. "Hopefully this shirt is enough on his body that is like a giant." he murmured.

"Aaaa. can't be a little polite." Dhara shouted again, and immediately closed his eyes with one hand when he saw Rey sitting relaxed using only a towel.

"Hurry up and put this on." Dhara gives her a change of clothes with her eyes pouched. He did not want his eyes stained again by staring at the body of six boxes belonging to Rey. And his body.... Don't say it anymore. Someone will drool.

"Forku?"

"Hm... It belongs to Dad. But it's clean, even though it's not as expensive as your clothes."

Rey took the clothes and took them to the bathroom. At first he wanted to prank Dhara by wearing it there. But he also had to hunt for time, it could be too late to continue arguing with him.

Rey came out wearing a set of clothes that Dhara gave her.

"Where? Still good-looking, isn't this your husband?" Dhara looked at him unblinking. As expected, the size is below what he usually wears. Even the chest of his field seemed to be struggling to get out. The shirt that wrapped his body felt very tormenting to him. Even some shirt buttons will be separated from the connection.

"No-no. I mean why imposed? The shirt." Dhara almost nodded, but immediately shook his head quickly.

"No more clothes. It will hurt if it gets cold. It's an inheritance." Anyway."

"heritage?" Dhara scrunched his forehead inside. He also sees Rey uncomfortable with the clothes she is wearing. But still forcing myself. "If you're not comfortable just take it off." He also felt sorry, it must be difficult to move with small clothes.

"So, would you rather see me without clothes like that? Is not satisfied hugging me se..." Rey raises her eyebrows, deliberately toying with Dhara.

"Silent. Don't continue." Dhara smothers Rey's mouth, he also has to tiptoe to compensate for her height which is only as tall as Rey's shoulder.

Rey holds Dhara's hand slowly, distracting her from her mouth. "So you're taking the initiative now?"

Dhara thrashed, asking to be released. Of course Rey held him. But his attention was distracted by his ringing hook. It must be Liam, bringing orders for him.

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