HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

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After a long time he told the story of the friendship he had with doctor Daren, we immediately headed to the dinner table for dinner.

Tonight Mr. Joe came to dinner together, because he also brought some files that my husband had to sign because he had not been completed by noon.

"Boss, you got an invitation to your old friend's wedding" said Mr. Joe handing over the invitation paper with a pair of brides-to-be.

"Who?"

"Daren" replied Mr. Joe briefly.

"Daren's? bajing*n the rancid that I also met this afternoon in the hospital." My husband smiled in a slant.

"You guys met?"

"He is an obstetrician who will be Sabrina's personal physician, he is uncle's doctor of choice" my husband replied as he devoured a piece of grilled meat.

"The wedding's still next week, you want me to set the schedule?" ask Mr. Joe again.

"How, Honey? you wanna come?" asked my husband to throw me a glance.

"Of course, if you're not busy, there's no harm in coming to an old friend's wedding" I replied.

"Alright, arrange all the meetings with the company's directors so as not to clash with the invitation, I want to be free for a full day without work." My husband said with great emphasis.

"Ready, Boss."

"Prepare gifts for them, Joe."

"What do you want to give him, Boss? Car, house, assets or jewelry for the bride?"

"Hmm, immediately take care of the purchase of one unit of the latest harley davidson motorcycle this year," said my husband.

"Have everything ready before the wedding day" he continued.

"Harley davidson's latest? The CVO Street Glide? It costs 1.4 billion, Boss."

"Price is not a problem, Joe. You take care of everything."

Hearing the price that I thought was not cheap, the food in my throat felt stuck, I choked to a cough.

"Drink, Honey. You okay?" he put a glass of water in front of me.

I nodded and then gulped it down.

My husband's once royal to his friends, for the wedding gifts of old friends who never met him he did not love the billions, he said, especially if with people who have been loyal to support beside him like Mr. Joe. I wonder how much he pays each month.

Ah, especially if I asked to buy this and that, he must have quickly bought it without a second thought. Unfortunately I'm not that kind of woman, I basically prefer my own hard work.

After dinner and a discussion about the series of gifts we will bring when we come to doctor Daren's wedding next week, I went back to the room first to change clothes, he said, while my husband and Joe completed some office work in the workspace.

I took one capsule of the vitamin prescribed by the doctor, then sipped it along with a glass of water.

Tonight is his schedule for evening sports with my beloved husband, after yesterday's night off, I know he's looking forward to it.

I changed my clothes with her favorite black lingerie, sprayed fresh mint perfume to make it more tempting, after which I sat down in front of the dressing table to comb my hair.

I looked at the figure of the woman pictured in the mirror right in front of me, the fat woman with curly hair now looks slimmer with waist-straight hair. If my curly hair used to be just a little longer, because it is now straightened then it becomes longer.

I grabbed the phone on the table, then lay down on the bed while opening up some social media that I had long frowned upon.

Almost two hours passed, my husband had not returned from his busy life. I decided to get out of bed and take a kimono towel, covering my body wrapped in sexy lingerie lacking this material.

I approached Salimah in the living room, ordered a cup of warm chocolate to bring into my room, and two cups of the same drink to take to my husband's office.

After that I went back to the room and waited, it only took less than five minutes for a servant to come and bring what I wanted.

"Have you taken my order to my husband's office?" ask me to a waitress whose age may be two years above me.

"The other waiter's taken her, miss."

"All right, thank you very much." He nodded and walked out of my room.

Until the last drop of drink in this cup I sip, my most handsome husband in the universe has not returned. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.

Not until the phone was connected, the jealous man had opened the door of the room without knocking it first.

"Nights like this who's calling you?" He asked suspiciously.

"Of course, call you, you've been a long time" I replied a little manyun. I hate waiting the most.

"You miss me?"

"No!"

"Alright, then I'll go back to my study" my husband said as he turned to the door.

"Eh, wait. All right, I miss you" I replied honestly.

"It's better, if you're honest, I don't have to threaten you."

"You've taken a vitamin?" continued.

"It."

"Yesterday night we've been on vacation, do you still want to put it off today?" tanya while fingering my back with her naughty fingers.

"One more night's holiday, Honey," I said.

"Huh, another holiday? you want to torture me? It's called torture of body and soul." His face immediately pouted.

"It's been two nights, Honey."

"Two nights? do you know what it's like to be uptight?" she said in an annoyed tone, I just teased her and shrugged, chuck.

"You really want to take another vacation?" He asked again to be sure.

"Yes, one more night, Honey."

"What if I force it?"

"I still refuse."

"Then, what if I invite you to adopt a new style?" ask again.

"New style, you mean?"

"The latest lovemaking style, with a more interesting position."

"Huh, no, no. Anyway I don't want to, Honey."

"Alright, it's fine if I have to rape you right now," she said eagerly as she clasped my body, her lips now not far from my neck.

"Honey, let go." I thrashed.

"No, if you refuse, let me rape you, please report me to the police. After all, I raped my own wife," she said with a slanted smile.

His lips continue to explore my body lustfully, I who from the beginning only pretended to refuse now let him guerrilla enjoy every inch he wanted.

Almost two hours of enjoying the night sports scene to slick the future with new styles that we have never done. Now we are drowning after all the energy is almost drained.

"Ah, you like it, but you rejected me," she said, burying her face in my back, as I deliberately turned her back.

"I'm just teasing you, Honey. You know, I can never refuse you." I turned my body back, now we're facing each other.

"Of course, which woman refuses to be satisfied by a handsome and mighty man like me."

"Basically you, cocky!"

"I'm not arrogant, is that true, right?"

"As far as you go, Honey. What matters is that you're happy."

"I'm so happy to have you, baby."

"Thank you for every love you give me, baby. Really, from the first time I fell in love with you, that's when I felt alive" she continued.

Ah, why suddenly become mellow like this anyway!

"Hmm, since when did you fall in love with me?" ask me while rubbing her wet lips with index finger.

"I don't know, but every time, wherever I am, the shadow of your face haunts me, I find it hard to breathe if you're not next to me."

"At first I was so afraid my love was clapping one hand, I tried to deny the fact that my heart was imprinted by you, but the stronger I tried to forget, the more tight my chest thought of you."

"From there, I began to improve my nature. For the sake of being able to get your heart," he said with a smile. I just nodded.

"If you were, since when did you love me?" ask again.

"I don't know myself, the fear of loss suddenly just popped up, without me noticing, I kept a taste for you," I replied as it was.

"You were the first woman to scare me to death, you were the first woman to make me realize that I have a heart, too."

"Only you, the woman who can make my heart pump faster, I'm kind of crazy - if I just hear your voice. You broke my belief that all women are equal, chasing me for treasure and throne."

I don't know what she's up to right now, but all those words seem to hypnotize me into loving her even more. It's crazy, I'm too easily conquered by his deadly seduction.

Does not love always come without knowing the time and place, like a flower that can still bloom on the battlefield, or like a seed that can grow in the arid land. No one will know for sure about it.

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