My Ex-President My Husband 3

Season 2: Alika and Zain.

That afternoon.

Alika seems to be busy with some files scattered randomly on her desk. Comparing the sheets per sheet to find the difference to kill his suspicion.

"Why is the price of building materials on the market at the price proposed by Mr. Daniel irrelevant?" mummified Alika.

"Could he lie to me?" there were a lot of wrinkles on his forehead.

Alika continued to look at the file, while sipping the sweet taste of the milk coffee liquid in her tiny cup.

Tok to tok.

Alika raised her head, staring at the door leaf of her room which was knocked from outside.

"Who is it?" tanyanya slow. Just as he wanted to get up from his royal seat, a man dressed in a cream suit just appeared from behind the door.

Alika was surprised not to play.

"Sir Zain?" greet Alika with a smile that started to expand.

"Can I come in?" said a man with a moustache like Mr. Raden, without further ado.

"Oh sure, please, sir." Alika lets Zain sit in front of her desk. Same with Alika, he sat back in his chair.

"Sorry, I'm sudden, ma'am. Do not tell first if you want to come here" said Zain with a formal attitude.

Alika smiles. "It's okay, sir. Can I help you?"

Momentary silence. Zain is increasingly lulled by Alika's charm. "You're getting pretty, Al." Zain.

His desire grew even more tempestuous as he stared at Alika's narrow, white and clean neck.

"Can I help you, sir?" ask Alika. The woman was a little clumsy, when it got an unusual look from Zain.

"Oh, yes, Mom. I want to discuss the meeting yesterday, I still don't understand." Zain still persisted in his formal attitude.

Alika rose to the cupboard behind her desk. Busy looking for an agenda book and several maps about the discussion of yesterday's meeting, which has been neatly arranged by Kiki.

Zain won't waste any time, he's got a wet bitch coming in here. He cannot resist the desire. He should be able to have fun with Alika.

Saliva like wanting to get out of the corner of his lips, when he observed the violin-like hamlet of Alika's hips then down to the buttocks that are still rising and tight, and then down to the buttocks, then it plunged down into the smooth calf part of Alika's leg.

Zain reached into a bottle of medicinal powder, and sprinkled it in Alika's coffee cup. The medicine was mixed well, and Zain was unceasingly flashing his curse-smile.

After getting the desired file, Alika sat back down and opened the file between them. Zain inched forward to be able to stick to Alika's head that was looking down.

Their current distance was very close, both looking down towards the file.

"Which part doesn't understand, sir?" instantly Alika turned her head away, as she looked up to look at Zain. Alika gasped, as the distance of their faces was too close.

Alika started to smell something different from Zain's gaze. Eyes full of cravings.

"Why, Al?"

Now Alika is getting confused, strange to think. Why did Zain change his greeting to a name?

Yeah, maybe because they used to be in one school, that's the only positive thought attached to Alika's head.

Alika shook her head. To avoid his nervousness and all the bad guesses. He chose to sip coffee from inside his cup.

And enter the beauty into Pak Tarno's magic trap, eh?

"Oh sorry, Mr. Zain. I haven't prepared a drink for you, sir." said Alika. He continued to speak formally to appreciate Zain. They are still colleagues.

Alika grabs the phone handle to massage the pantry number, but her wrist is forcefully touched by Zain.

"No, Al." Zain.

Alika's two eyeballs were puffed up when her hands were held. Suddenly he let go of Zain's hand violently.

"I'm sorry" said Alika. "I'm not used to being in contact with a man who's not my husband" she added.

Zain gave a smile and nodded. Bodo thought very highly of it, which is clear in a moment. He could feel the kiss and warmth of Alika's body.

Before long the medicine that Zain put into the coffee cup Alika reacted. Alika started to look restless, rubbing her nape a few times which started to give off a sense of heat.

Sweat began to growl in the middle of the forehead. His heartbeats were very strong, his sitting position began to be unfounded. He was like a man holding back urination.

Zain knew Alika was aroused. He got up from the chair and turned the table to approach Alika.

"What do you want, sir?" Alika first got up from the chair and retreated to the corner of the table.

"Don't fuck around!" Alika gave her fierce gaze.

Having no choice, Alika threw all the books on the table at Zain's body.

"Go jerkk!" alika said with trembling lips. In addition to being scared, his body was struggling. He was like a rage, wanting to immerse himself in ice water. He cursed himself, why could it be like this.

Zain laughing. "I loved you from the beginning. But you always sell expensive."

Alika swerves sharply. He still threw anything at Zain who kept on approaching.

"Get out of my room right now!" said Alika. Damn, the excitement of desire was getting smoldering in his body, he stood closed both eyes by holding the end of the table because he could not hold.

"It hurts a lot if it's not taken out dear" Zain said with teasing intonation.

He quickly shuffled to hug Alika from behind. Trying to kiss the nape of the woman but Alika continues to thrash.

BUGS.

Alika hit Zain's face with the elbow of her right hand. Zain reflexively retreated while holding one of his eyes that was the target of a blow.

"Ahh .." cried the man.

Alika quickly stepped in to escape, but when she wanted to step her feet on the side by Zain.

Brug.

Alika was lying on the floor. With all her might Alika dragged her body to rush away. He was still unable to stand up because both of his legs were still shaking.

"Where are you going, Al?" said Zain with the right left eyelid that has been flushed. Zain grabbed Alika's hair, and the woman shouted.

"Gilman ... Please." she mentioned her husband's name.

Zain laughed sarcastically. "Awhile, not for an hour. Let me be satisfied, I am the same. After that we forget, get it done? Think of this as a sign of gratitude from you, because I've been willing to join to invest my money." Zain tightened his palms to grab Alika's hair.

"Mr ... Mama." Alika keeps fussing. "Please!" he forced her to scream louder. Unfortunately this room is too big, and far from any other room.

Alika tries to take Zain's hand off by biting him, then kicking the man's stomach with his legs still shaking but forced as hard as possible.

"Gr ..." Zain shouted again. As much as Alika's energy dragged her body again, then stuck her hands on the table so that she could stand up.

"Fuckin' woman!" peekkit Zain's. The man got back up, then grabbed Alika's body to be thrown on the sofa. Zain managed to contain himself.

Alika thrashed and wriggled the body. He moved away his face that he wanted to kiss with Zain's lips. Pushing Zain's chest away from his body. Seeing Alika like this, made Zain's wish scroll burn. It's so so fake.

Alika felt disgusted, because her body was overlapped by the bastard man.

Hid.

Alika spouted her saliva onto Zain's face. "Deliver! Breng!"

Zain became emotional, he did not like being spit on. She pulled Alika's hair back.

"Ah, loose! It hurts!!" Alika. Amidst the pain that was hitting her scalp, Alika could still concentrate on making this man fall.

BUGS.

Alika landed a punch on Zain's face. Again the face of the man who became a meal from his fist. His right foot was pointed up and right about the statue of Zain's agoda.

The man was screaming hysterically. The point is pulsating pain. Zain fell, until he fell to the floor. Alika who was still upset, continued to stomp Zain's cheek with a slap back and forth.

"Basic male bastardn! Goddamn bum! The insolent!! No morals!" Alika continued to fumble, with her body increasingly trembling. It turns out that Alika's denial is still strong to withstand the turmoil of her passion.

When satisfied to make Zain sprawled with a sick moan, Alika returned to her desk to pick up the bag and intended to escape from her own room. Because of his panic, he did not remember if this campus had many security guards.

BUGS.

Before Alika actually stepped away. He again jerked Zain's head with his Hermes bag.

"I'll report you to the police, sir! From now on, we're breaking up!" exclaim Alika.

The woman immediately ran out of the room. His body was still trembling with a heartbeat that was still racing strong. Moreover, he did not understand, why the center of his body just continued to throb.

"I have to go to Bilmar's office." he muttered with sweat that had splashed his body with slightly messy hair.

Zain was still tolerating the limp on the floor. Her face, stomach and agoda pastiles her reed with a heat stroke from Alika. The woman in black drunken taekwondo caste.

Feel you Zain, until upin-ipin grows hair you will not be able to get Alika.

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