Marrying a Personal Guard

Marrying a Personal Guard
The Part 19



"Sat bang!" ompat Boy when he first opened the file sent by his person. File about Jelita's marriage with Evan who works as a personal bodyguard for Mr. Sasongko. It's just fitting Jelita asked for a break up turned out this is what happened.


While Evan's files haven't been opened yet, he feels it's not important to know the family background of a bodyguard like Evan.


But when he put Evan's file on the corner of the table, his man forced Boy to open the file. "Master. You better see that file first. There's something you should know about his family background."


Boy glances at his man and grabs the brown map and starts checking Evan's data report.


Boy's eyes widened at the data he was reading. Evan Nugraha apparently has two identities, interesting sunngguh. Evan was no ordinary man, it was only fitting that Sasongko married Jelita to him. Boy believes Sasongko knows Evan's family background.


He wasn't sure Sasongko would want his only daughter to marry a bodyguard. It turns out that this is the secret. But obviously why so quickly moved heart, if Jelita is indeed the type of unfaithful woman.


"Jelita, what good is Evan in your eyes?" muttered Boy while wiping the picture of Jelita's face on his cellphone screen. During her courtship, Jelita was very difficult to touch, but is now married to Evan. Hasn't Jelita had any feelings for her all this time, I don't know. Inner Boy raged thinking of Jelita.


***


This morning after dropping off Jelita, Evan went straight to the base. Pick up Kiara and go out of town. There's something important he has to deal with there.


The car is traveling at a high enough speed. While in the back seat Evan with Kiara discussing some important things. One of them is about the capture of one of the perpetrators who fled during the attack on Evan.


The strapping body that sat on the floor looked full of wounds. While Evan squatted right in front of him, staring fixedly at the blue and bruised eyes.


"This face has drawn the sword of my body. Ck, if you don't remember being useful to me, I've already skinned your body with a dull knife." Evan said with a cold expression. The man just silently stared at the nanar with both bruised eyes.


"You are such cowards! Making my family a threat." said the man furiously.


Evan looked at the man with a flat expression. "I learned from your master. Isn't that what your master did. Threatening young lady Jelita to give up Sasongko's defeat. And the lesson turned out to be effective on you." said Evan while framing a smile on his lips.


"You treat the wound properly, lest he die of rot because the wound is infected." Evan told his or her man. Then I left the room.


"Have you recorded the confession?" evan asked the man who handled their prisoner.


"It's sir."


"Good, leave the file to Miss Kiara."


"Good sir."


Evan came here to monitor the opponent's movements. The men involved in the previous two attacks, some of the perpetrators who were not caught became the target of Evan's pursuit, unexpectedly hiding in his surveillance area.


He just needs to gather evidence of the real mastermind's crimes, which will be used as a weapon to strike back. Blood should not be paid for with blood. But making him helpless to the point of being bloodless was Evan's goal.


"Coffee" Kiara put a warm cup of coffee on Evan's table.


"Thank you" said Evan without switching from the computer screen.


Kiara sat in front of Evan, her net scanning for Evan's flat expression without blinking. Lately he felt Evan was getting further away from him. He talks only work stuff, never again invites him to eat out, let alone spend the night on the edge of the city when again for, Evan sedah much changed.


"Why would I stay here? Usually, too." Kiara's murmur was not happy with Evan's reprimand.


Evan let out a heavy sigh, then looked at Kiara. "Other than work, I can't discuss anything else with you. So if there's no more work we're talking about. You'd better get back in your room." Evan insisted.


"I just want to have a regular conversation Van. Our relationship is close after all. I don't think it's okay to just talk." Kiara said insisting on her attitude.


"My status is different now, there's a feeling I have to take care of. If I used to live alone, my behavior would not have to take into account someone's feelings. But now it's different, there's Jelita I have to take care of her feelings. Kiara, I don't think I have to tell you in detail, you can understand the matter" Evan explained.


Kiara looks upset with Evan's words. "You're too deep into your role, Evan, remember you're just Mr. Sasongko's tool" he said as he walked away from Evan's study.


Evan scowled at the base of his nose, his head suddenly felt dizzy by Kiara's words. He and Kiara were very close before and suddenly Evan made a distance, making Kiara feel unacceptable, that's what Evan thought.


The mind is wrong, the thought of kiara is not that simple. He likes Evan deeply. And suddenly Jelita's figure appeared making Kiara unacceptable. He hated Jelita who had taken her position next to Evan.


***


At one midnight Evan just got home. With a lethargic step he walked inside, his soul felt so tired. Maybe a cup of warm coffee can make it a little fresh.


But actually there is more refreshing than a cup of coffee, yes it's the attention of Jelita. But this late, she woke Jelita up.


Evan chose to clean himself in the guest room so as not to disturb the time of Jelita's wife. With a fresh feeling Evan came out of the bathroom.


"Why is the shower on the toilet instead of in our room?" jelita's voice spontaneously made Evan shocked. He looked at Jelita who was standing on the doorstep.


With a look full of probing Jelita stepped closer to Evan. "You're not hiding anything, are you? To be afraid of bathing in our room and choose to shower here." guess Jelita while walking around Evan's body. The net is trying to find something suspicious that might be left behind in Evan's body.


Seeing Jelita Evan's behavior laughing while frowning her forehead. "You're mostly watching dramas, so it's like this." said Evan still with the rest of the laughter on his lips.


"Trus why not our room, but the guest room instead?" jelita asked still with high suspicion.


Evan did not reply, with eyes full of intent he looked at Jelita. Highlight the eyes that made Jelita scared.


"Oh, look at me like that." said Jelita nervously. He realized that Evan looked very sexy, his body was only wrapped in a towel limited to the knee. It shows her perfect stomach muscles. Jelita's heart was beating fast because of it.


"I just want to clear my wife's suspicions. I worked too hard today, making my soul and body tired. But not a warm embrace as a tired antidote, even suspected of cheating outside the house. What do you think a wife like that deserves to be punished?" said Evan while reaching Jelita's body tightly.


"Wait a minute, it wasn't my fault. Go to work directly shower in the guest room, does not invite suspicion," said Jelita nervous. Not because of Evan's words, but because Evan sucked his fingers behind his nightgown, touching his body.


"How dare I cheat behind my wife. Just thinking about it don't dare let alone do it" Evan whispered in a heavy voice. Then bit Jelita's ear with a small bite. Jelita closed her eyes gently glenyar instantly ran her blood stream. Sparking a spark of passion on his body. Unknowingly his fingers touched the chest of Evan's field, tearing it gently.


"You have to pay for your touch, baby" whispered Evan. Then anchored the warm man chirping Jelita, melu matnya with full magic rah. Jelita's soul was like floating into the clouds, Evan's chirp felt so intoxicating.


This burly body, this fragrant aroma, and the full touch of this rah, made Jelita forget the feeling of arrogance that had been afflicted. Jelita replies to Evan's every touch with a volume one level above Evan. Jelita's reply momentarily made Evan speechless in astonishment, but then immediately devoured his wife's body. Taking the cure of his tiredness, sipping matchless pleasure.


To be continuous