Love is Real

Chapter 35. Back itches.

Emily began to open one by one the buttons of a white shirt attached to the body of a burly man in front of her.

His fingers were so shrewd, palpating and gently sweeping the muscular chest until the owner immediately closed feeling the pleasure that suddenly spread all over the body.

The prince hissed, along with the arrival of a new sensation that he had never felt before.

The amused taste mixed with pleasure is now united, as if demanding himself to feel more than that.

"Forwardly," said the Prince still closed, enjoying the warm sweep on his chest by the gentle kiss of a beautiful woman named Emily.

While Emily looked at the mature man's face and he smiled with satisfaction, when he managed to make the opponent began to be lulled by his crazy actions.

Now Emily did not hesitate anymore and immediately took off all the buttons annoying shirt, to display the front of the athletic body that is so tempting to her.

"You're my handsome guy, you're so dashing," Emily praised. Then slipped one hand into the recess of the Prince's neck and scooped one kiss for his loyal customer.

The prince enjoyed it and wondered if Lovely was doing this to him.

"You are also beautiful, very beautiful .." lirih Putera praised and was still engrossed with the shadows of his own wife's face.

Emily stopped wriggling to play her fingers on the chest of the Prince and changed to lead the body of the boss to lie on the sofa so gracefully.

Then he shamelessly crawled up and sat on the stocky body like he was riding a stallion.

The prince was still closed and tried to enjoy every movement and shrewd game from the paid woman, occasionally imagining if Lovely was the one who was dancing and was on his own body.

Emily drew a smile as she sensed that something was beginning to wake up down there.

"You're awake, can you?" goda Emily whispered.

"Please it's yours," the Prince raved while holding back his already tempestuous desires in the chest.

Meanwhile, Emily smelled a smile and her fingers began to slowly lower the zipper pants, when getting permission from the owner of the heirloom weapon that had been tightened since.

"Your voice must be huge, your wife's terrible loss for never touching her" Emily said with a hungry look.

The prince then opened his eyes violently and turned furious when Emily mentioned the word wife right in his sense of hearing.

Instantly, his entire body felt itchy again, when he realized the action had begun to cross the line.

He immediately blocked Emily's wrist to stop lowering the zipper pants, so as not to touch her valuable heirloom that is still labeled virgin ting-ting.

"Stop!" the Prince suddenly.

Emily frowned. "Why? Are you starting to itch again. Come on, Prince, why are you always like this. Why do you always turn itchy when we want to get serious to the point" she's upset.

"Keep away from my body!" the Prince's decree raised his zipper and did not want to discuss, because the itching that struck back.

Emily refuses to come down before she gets what she wants. "Dear baby, I'm tired of waiting around. Why do you always stop in the middle of the road? If this continues how can I satisfy your curiosity," he said seduce.

The prince removed Emily from her body and immediately tidied her clothes back. Somehow the sense of allergy is always present if you are with another woman who is not his wife.

Though he had tried to learn to adapt to be close to other women, but his efforts were always unsuccessful.

Allergies will always appear, but not so if you are close to Lovely while sleeping together on a honeymoon a few months ago.

"I'll call you back and now get the hell out of here" he replied, taking a wad of cash out of his wallet.

Emily snatched the money violently and snorted in annoyance. "All right, I'm taking this money. But if one day you call me again, I want us to do something serious!" he then walked out of the room with a disappointed face.

The prince turned his back on Emily and stared at his wife's lunch, guilt-ridden as he realized his crazy actions over the past month along with other women.

But he will feel annoyed if he remembers the behavior of Lovely who always refused to be approached.

"That's all your fault, you've been wrong. You're my wife, you shouldn't refuse your own husband's wishes!" her wrath felt upset, occasionally grabbed her hair because of frustration.

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Her night.

Lovely sat there daydreaming and thinking about the fate of her marriage which had reached the age of three months longer.

The woman looked at the marriage letter, as well as the agreement letter with the Prince. There was doubt in his heart, when he had to choose between two complicated choices.

Continuing this pretend marriage relationship or maybe it should indeed end soon.

Lovely breathed her rough and changed to stare at the clock on the nightstand that had shown the time at 11 p.m.

"He came home late again" he murmured languidly. Occasionally yawning restrains the drowsiness that begins to spread in both eyes.

Moments later, the prince had just arrived at his house. She rushed to the bathroom to change clothes before Lovely caught her.

"You just got home" Lovely said, upon finding the Prince who had just entered the room.

"You think" replied the Prince.

"Is there so much work that you have to work late, to go home late every night like this?" tanya Lovely followed behind her husband.

The prince loosened his tie. "If it's overtime, it's definitely a lot of work in the office."

"Are you lying? Papa Dira says there's not much work in the office" Lovely replies.

The prince twisted his body and stared intently at Lovely. "If I go home tonight, then what's the matter with you! Get out of my room right now!" he nodded pointing at the room door.

Lovely shrugged her shoulders in shock, her body trembling slightly until the paper in her hand moved irregularly.

"I'm just asking, there's no need to be mad at me like that."

Lovely turned around and disengaged her intention to discuss the matter of her marriage agreement with the Prince, as she felt that this was not the right time to talk about it.

But Prince held Lovely to keep her from coming out of his room. "Wait on! What are you holding on to?" tanyakanya.

"Nothing" Lovely hid the paper behind her.

The prince stepped closer and seized the letters of his marriage agreement with Lovely.

The man's face was also grim. "Why did you bring this marriage contract in front of me? Are you reminding me that I don't have the right to have you completely?" tanyanya.

Lovely was nervous. "N-no it's not, I'm not. Tomorrow we'll talk about it."

The prince locked onto Lovely's movements so as not to run away from her. "What do you want to talk about? Just talk now!" emphatically.

Lovely swallowed her hard-earned saliva. "P-son, it's been three months. I just wanted to ask, do you want to continue this relationship or not?" tanyanya ventured.

The prince pulled Lovely's chin to look at her. "How do you want it?" askalanya.

Lovely blinked her eyelids many times, as the Prince looked at her so deeply. "Let go of me first" he said.

"Jawab first," replied the Prince refused to release Lovely.

"I-I don't know, it's up to you. But for these three months, I don't think we have a match. J--" Lovely said disconnected.

"So?" serobot Prince.

"J-so can we just end it?" tanya Lovely ventured and waited for what reaction would be issued by the Prince after this.

The prince chuckled and released Lovely, he snatched the contract marriage certificate and tore it up in front of his wife's eyes.

Then he threw it in any direction, then locked Lovely back in.

"You ..." said Lovely.

"I don't want to break up, I want to continue this relationship!" he said with a very scary grin.

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Seriate.