Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

Dawn Hunting

Impatiently, Harris carried Kira's body and carried her to the car. Allowing a seductive expression from his wife, holding him back until he arrived where he should be.

"Tumben was still holding back," Kira murmured inwardly, as she continued to glance at her husband who laid down her body carefully.

"You think I'll do it here?" Kira pulls her lips in when she finds out her mind is muttering something. "I know what you're thinking, bad lady!"

Jemari Harris pressed down the middle of Kira's forehead, "ahh sick Bang," Kira grimaced as she slapped Harris's hand hard before rubbing her husband's index finger.

"Save "your ahh" for later, Yang.I make sure it is no longer a sigh, but a scream," whispered Harris right in front of the tip of Kira's nose. Kira's breath was restrained for a moment after seeing Harris's cynical smile that never disappeared even though he had now walked around the front of the car.

"Dead me!" Thought Kira while confirming her sitting position and seat belt. "Bang, we go home, pity Papa momong kids."

Kira's hand clutched tightly onto the seatbelt that crossed her chest as Harris began to drive the car at high speed leaving the resto courtyard. The dark-eyed bead focused on the streets, ignoring his wife's request.

Not until ten minutes, the limited edition supercar stopped in the basement of a luxury apartment. Acting normal, but still sharp, Harris got out of the car and let Kira down.

After closing the car door and making sure his favorite car is safe, Harris took Kira to the elevator. Seemed calm, but it was precisely this that made Kira vigilant. The calmer and quieter she was, the more inexplicable she would be to what Harris would do to her. Or what it ends up like. Finding a free excuse.

Kira glanced at the sturdy fingers pressing on her shoulders, as if asserting power. Even when entering the elevator, Harris tighter pulled Kira closer to him.

The elevator moved quickly, until within seconds, the elevator door opened indicating they had reached the intended floor.

Still in silence, Kira farts where Harris pulls her. Really, Kira's lips and vocal cords can't help but be curious.

"By buying another apartment?" Lirih Kira without stopping her steps.

"Yes I've been selling for a long time, to buy this unit."

Harris stopped in front of a dark brown door resembling a shiny wood grain. After attaching the access card, Harris pushed the door open.

As soon as the door opened, all the lights lit up displaying the contents of the room were so elegant and luxurious. Although he has often seen classy interiors, Kira still admires this room. Simple, but beautiful and aesthetic.

"You like...?"

"Hemm.." Kira's head nodded, she walked around the room until she reached the large, thick-circled glass door. Wander a little to show the night atmosphere of this city.

"So where do we start? Kitchen or couch?" Whisper Harris. Hugging Kira from behind and starting to burn. The tip of his nose had even gone down the back of his neck, leaving behind a small peck and bite.

"Are you here?"

Kira nodded resignedly, especially with Harris behind her. Unable to prevent, Harris began to carry out his mission.

The shadow of the two is clearly created reflected by a glass door that is slightly exposed to the curtain. Kira's knuckles began to turn red so strongly that the grip.

"We hunt dawn together, Yang! Don't ever ask me to stop, my naughty wife!"

***

The sun was already rising, emitting a dazzling and scorching light. However, the two men seemed unable to move a single muscle in his body. Yes, the dawn hunt is exhausting. Reach the sun hatched, enjoy the warm morning that is so dripping. But realism turned with wishful thinking, both of them fell asleep at dawn should greet the earth.

The rumbling cell phone noise forced the messy-looking woman, wearing her husband's white shirt that was within reach of her hand. His body was so innocent that the blanket that encircled his body escaped his grip.

Seeing the many marks on the front of his body, made him click his tongue. Half remember, but also forget the session where the sign was affixed.

His bare feet came down, dangling to the floor. His hands were busy buttoning one by one the neatly lined clear flat beads. The body feels bent, forced to get up and walk toward the sofa. It is no longer because of the shape of this room, there has really been a war or earthquake.

Sleaking, crashing, shuddering, the leg stumbled on a few things before it reached the edge of the sofa. Weakly and lazily, Kira grabbed the phone and shifted the green emblem before throwing her body over the soft and comfortable sofa.

"Yes," the hoarse voice seemed to invite astonishment from the person across there.

"Madam, we've been waiting for you to decorate your restaurant. Are you not feeling well?"

"That's how it is" replied Kira of origin. He was busy massaging his neck that felt heavy.

"Alright, Mistress. You just rest, we'll wait until you're healthy again. Have a good rest, Madam."

Without turning off the connection or answering Roren, Kira throws away the origin of the phone. Still half conscious, Kira glanced at the digital clock perched on the big bed where her husband was still asleep.

Kira got up while dragging her steps into the bathroom. Occasionally he massaged his throbbing head in pain. Cussing and swearing at her husband, Kira began a ritual bath that felt so painful. In a certain section.

It took a long time for Kira to restore her freshness. Even the water in the bath has started to cool. The white-colored bathrobe immediately coated his wet body. The little towel immediately covered her hair.

Cabinets with wood carvings that are so beautiful and neat are the next goal of Kira. But when it opened, there was only her husband's suit and shirt neatly arranged. The apartment has always been Harris's halfway house when she needed to rest or change clothes.

Left with no choice, Kira wears a Harris black shirt that only reaches her mid-thigh. But Kira doesn't care.

With her hands propped up on her chin, Kira scrolled the screen of her phone. Hope your father-in-law, father, mother, or Excel send him a message. But no one stopped there.

"Abang, yuk's home?" The request was so firm, "I miss the kids!"

Harris moved gently in his sleep, flipping the beautiful body until it displayed the chest up to the center of his body.

"Have you had enough sleep?"

"Hemm," but Kira instead settles down on the sofa, sticking out her smooth, shiny legs.

Harris got up and cleaned himself up, his body feeling tired but his soul felt full. With a splash of water that seemed to dissolve his drowsiness and fatigue, Harris already looked fit and charming again.

Without wearing clothes, just a towel wrapped around his waist, Harris again bergagahi his wife who looks still sleepy.

"Abang ih... tired of tau!"

The sneaky grin was re-engraved before the most vicious hit on the lips that were still plain. Kira's hand, which began to push her husband's breast wet and emit a distinctive male scent, is now blocked above the head.

Again, a hot session of two humans expressing love occurs. Although it can not be too long, Harris still wracked with pleasure that always makes him addicted. Or make him tired.

***

After lunch, Harris escorted Kira to a renovated restaurant. Discuss the concept of resto which is now in demand.

"Mrs, you've come!" Excited Roren who looked so relieved to see the arrival of Kira. "Master, you're coming too!"

"Ren, he still needs time to rest, can you hurry up?"

"Of course, sir, all you can learn here." Roren pointed at the small black object in his hand, then handed it to Kira. "Call me if you get in trouble, Madam."

"Thank you, Ren."

"No, Mistress. We should be grateful, because Mr. Harris saved this restaurant. Actually, this is a joint restaurant of two of my friends, but my part and a friend of mine were taken away by James Wijaya."

"It's Ren, you're talented and I have no doubt you're here. If your father sees your talent, he's the one who regrets it the most."

"I'm sure, papa I don't have the slightest regret Sir!" Roren's eyes glazed over as he said that. There was sadness on the woman's face. "Ah, if you'll excuse me, sir, Madam."

Reluctant to invite sympathy and sadness read, Roren stepped away from Kira and Harris who were still looking at each other.

Rorencia Putri is one of the daughters of a well-known conglomerate. In order to realize his dream of becoming a chef, he was willing to leave the wealth of his parents. Dyed from family heirs. Roren went to school working part-time. Until finally successful to become a chef that is quite calculated talent.

This restaurant is proof, although still a joint venture, but Roren, James and Lily succeeded in the first two years. And in the third year, James had embezzled money belonging to Roren and Lily. In fact, Lily had to die when James escaped.

"We're also home, Yang. I miss the kids."

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