Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

THE MORE DEAR

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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ONE WEEK LATER.

Frey looked at the watch on his left hand. "I'm leaving first, baby. Don't forget to come to the office later, I want to take you to lunch together."

Yara sat down while tidying her hair. "Hm. You reminded me of that, darling. I must have come."

"Send by Bram."

"Huh? Sending Mr Bram again?"

Frey smiling. "Hm. I won't let you come alone. You're Miss Miles, there's a lot of people's ways to take down Miles' company. So I hope you understand, baby."

Yara could not say anything. All of Frey's decisions are inviolable.

"Don't pout like that." Frey rattled Yara's hair. "Don't forget before twelve o'clock, I'll take you to my favorite restaurant." Back Frey reminded. Yara just nodded with pursed lips.

Frey stepped up to take his bag. "No need to drive me. You stay there and continue your rest."

Yara simply clamped her lips and nodded in understanding. "Be careful, baby,"

"You don't forget breakfast. I'll have Brigitta's mom bring your breakfast here. How's it?"

Yara smiled faintly and nodded again.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too." Yara waved her hand. Her husband was lost behind the walls of her room.

Yara took a deep breath until her shoulders came down. She dropped her feet on the floor and walked to the balcony with the warm tea that her husband had brought.

The atmosphere was so calm, but not with his mood. His feelings are empty and empty. It was as if he had fallen into a void of darkness. He misses his family so much. But Frey hasn't allowed her to meet her parents yet. Is there something Frey is hiding?

TOK TOK TOK.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door from his room. Yara let go of her daydream and stepped into her room again. "Look in the mom."

Chequek!

"I brought you breakfast madam" Brigitta's mother smiled as she carried the tray in her hand. Breakfast complete with milk according to his master's order before leaving.

"Ah.I have breakfast in the kitchen, ma'am. I'll take a shower." Yara replied to the friendly smile of the bayah woman.

"Oh yes, lady!"

Yara turned around and looked at Brigitta's mother. "What's wrong mom?"

"I forgot, one week ago I found a business card from your jeans and I still keep it."

"Name card?" Yara frowning.

"Yes, lady, business card."

Suddenly Yara remembers her encounter with Ethan. "Ohhh..." Yara nodded in understanding. "Good ma'am. Thanks for keeping it."

"Sama-sama madam. I'll give it to you later."

"Good ma'am. Thank you." Thank you."

Brigitta's mother nodded in understanding. The woman bowed her body, and went straight out of the room.

Yara went straight to the bathroom. I don't know why lately Yara likes soaking in a bathtub. Before, it was never like that. Now Yara wants to indulge herself with a bath of a mixture of warm water and aromatherapy oils. He gave a few drops of lavender and chamomile oil. Can provide calm when inhaled by him. Yara really enjoyed it. Ten minutes enough. He got out of the bathtub and blamed the shower for rinsing his body.

After 20 minutes, she came out of the bathroom. Yara came out with a towel wrapped around her body. His face looks fresh. The drops of water at the ends of her hair were still falling.

Yara was wearing her clothes. She looks elegant and fashionable. A fashion item T-shirt branded from Chanel and jeans used from the Louis Vuitton brand, a gift from her husband.

Kling.kling....

kling.kling....

Suddenly, Yara's phone rang. He immediately picked it up and stared at the flat screen. Yara immediately smiled faintly when she saw her husband's name on the screen with a letter calling.

Yara immediately picked him up, before the call ended.

"Hallo baby, why call, miss me already?" whinek Yara mendayu spoiled.

"Hmm, I miss my wife who even every day I see her, but it makes me even more drunk on love."

"Hahahaha," Yara laughed awward. "Morning my husband's been fighting, stale!" ledek Yara smiled small. But his face was red.

"At 11 I'm waiting for you at the office. Don't forget to get ready, yeah,"

Yara chuckled, "Gosh, you've reminded me so many times, baby. I won't forget."

"Hmmm I hope so."

"All right, wait for me."

"Yes." Yeah."

Yara pinched her lips, "Yes, MY HUSBAND..."

Frey kept the phone away from his ear and pursed his face in a fit of anxiety. He put the flat object back into his ear. "I love you dear."

"Hmm, I love you too." Yara said smilingly ending her phone. He leaned his phone against his chest as if hugging Frey. "Hmmm, she's really adorable. How could I forget if he had reminded me so many times."

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In the elevator, Yara tidied up her clothes and hair and climbed into the room of director Miles. Yara shook her head. He didn't believe Mr. Bram to get him into the elevator.

TING

Elevator door opens. Yara straightened her body, raising her face to smile. Yara exited the elevator. It runs elegantly. The walking speed is right. Balanced body position and eyes that look straight ahead. Yara walked over to James' desk.

"Good day, James." Yara knocked on James's desk three times.

James snorted from his seat. His sleepiness disappeared for a moment.

"Good day Jane's mother." James was unconscious.

"Mother Jane?" Yara's face shriveled and then she raised her eyebrows looking at James.

"Sorry Miss Miles. It just so happened that Jane Austen's mother was in the director's room to discuss the continuation of the cooperation contract."

"Is that so?" Yara said as she stared at the clock on her wrist.

"Do you want to come in, madam?" ask James.

"No sir. I'd better wait here."

A tit!

Suddenly the tone of the intercom on James' desk rang.

"Don't let my wife wait outside James. Ask in! Do you want to get fired?" Frey said through the intercom.

Yara and James looked at each other. James quickly answered. "Good sir. I'll have Miss Miles come in."

THE CZECH!

The door opened and a beautiful woman came out of the director's room without even turning her head towards Yara. James reflex bowed his body to pay his respects. The woman still continued to stare straight as she walked towards the special elevator.

"Please come in, Mr. Miles is waiting for you." Then James said.

"Thank you, James" said Yara, smiling meaningfully. He walked elegantly into the room of the director.

WHILE IN THE DIRECTOR'S ROOM

Yara has not closed the door. Frey pulled Yara's hand. They met and..

CUPS

The kiss landed perfectly on Yara's lips.

"It's only been a few hours not seeing you, I've missed you baby."

Yara held back her smile. He draped his hand to Frey's neck and gave a short kiss on the handsome man's lips. Before Yara retracted her lips, Frey quickly moved her hand to the nape of Yara, prompting her head to kiss Yara back. Frey didn't want to waste this opportunity. He immediately kissed her. Their lips were interlocked with the gentle Lmatan. Yara closed her eyes and began to reply, her fingers tracing the inside of Frey's hair. Makes Frey's body creep. It is also burning. Yara tiptoed so as not to make Frey trouble. The kiss deepened, demanding even deeper.

Frey clutches Yara's shoulder more tightly, Yara's chest makes Frey more comfortable, making the kiss even more burning. Their kisses were repelled. Frey kept dipping and kept chasing him until he had to make him bend over.

The sensation was so thrilling, they occasionally gave a pause to breathe air and then Frey continued the action. Continuing to explore Yara's lips, twisting each other gives a sensation of pleasure. Frey's hand continued to touch Yara's back from top to bottom and suddenly....

TOK TOK TOK

Their kisses are released, the breath of Yara and Frey is still hunting and chasing each other.

TOK TOK TOK

Back the knock was heard, of course Yara blinked and she ran towards the sofa. While Frey sat down and looked busy checking the files on his desk. So James doesn't suspect anything. While Yara's breath is still seen up and down and irregular. He was still very nervous as he flipped through the magazine in his hand.

James came in and smiled. "Excuse me sir, sorry to interrupt" he said politely.

"Ehmm, what's up?" Ask Frey. He did not lift his face. The feeling is the same as Yara. Frey also still looks nervous with his hunting breath. He smiled wryly because of his pleasure in disturbing James.

James could feel the nervousness of the couple. "Did they fight?" He frowned and felt astonished. He looked at Yara and Mister Miles in turn.

"I've reserved the restaurant you requested, sir." James said.

"Okay, thanks James. Now you can get out."

"Good sir. Then excuse me first." he said.

"Please James." Said Frey with a flat face.

Quickly, James bowed his body and saluted. He walked straight to the exit. He was uncomfortable with the atmosphere of the room. James believes something is wrong with the couple. After being outside the director's room, James let out his breath and his hand was still on the doorknob. He took a deep breath and kept thinking about what was going on.

"What don't-don't....?"

SERIATE.....

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