My First Love My soul mate

Devan's anger

Today is the first time Devan has brought his wife to the company. He embraces the woman's loin while tucking in a few times to show everyone that Celin is his.

"Good Morning." The employees greeted their boss.

"Morning." Celin replied with a friendly smile. They looked up at the boss' wife's pretty face. Everything was so enchanted because Celin was so beautiful, prettier than the usual photo posted by Devan on the man's social media account. Young, smart and talented. They know all that because every achievement of his wife Devan always congratulates with gifts and sweet words to appreciate the success of the woman.

"Back to work." Devan said he did not want his wife to be seen choosing to immediately invite Celin into the elevator.

"Why should I wear this dress?" Celin asked uncomfortable.

"Let's be easy if I ask for something."

"Something what?"

"No. Let's get out." He diverts the conversation.

Devan was in his room with his wife. The man sat on the chair while working on the file letting Celin who was looking at him see.

"Is there anything interesting?" He asked as Celin sat back on the sofa.

"No. Everything's boring." I'm out for a second, okay?"

"Where are you going?"

"Search for a drink."

"What do you drink? Let me get people to deliver."

"Thaitea."

"alright. Just a minute." Devan replies, immediately contacting someone to find what his wife wants.

Devan's door was wide open. The figure of a man came while cursing but stopped instantly when he saw the woman who was sitting on the sofa.

"You're Devan's wife?" He asked in response to a nod by Celin regardless of the sharp gaze from his boss.

"Know me Rendi. You're Celin, right?"

"Yes Celin." He answered while shaking the hand of the man in front of him.

"Don't touch my wife's hand." Devan approached his wife and separated the two hands of the person who was still linked because Rendi was reluctant to let go.

"Basic possessive. It's only fitting that you never introduce me to your wife. She's so pretty."

"Silent. Just give me my order and leave. Don't fuck up."

"I still want to be here. You don't need help understanding all that."

"Am I stupid?"

"No. You're the smartest."

Celin drinks his drink while sitting on her husband's lap because the man is forcing it.

"Don't it bother like this?"

"Not at all." Devan replied that he kissed his wife's back and refocused on the file.

"Gosh, I can't take it anymore." Suddenly, Devan took his wife to take the woman to the rest room.

"Well...." The two moaned as they began to merge.

"Ah darling... It's so delicious." Rancu Devan moves his hips enjoying the property of the wife who is still so narrow. The AC room suddenly became hot. Both are sweating because of the struggle that never ends.

"Good darling.... Ah.... You're making me float." Devan enjoyed his wife's game.

Celin is home. He just finished bathing then sat on the sofa while playing his phone to reply to the messages of the employees.

"Honey. Tissue face in the bathroom runs out." Said Devan just out of the bathroom still wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Take it on the walk in closet." Reply Celin slightly shouted.

Devan squeezed the paper in his hand.

A plane ticket and the form of one of the universities in England that he accidentally found in the desk drawer. He believes it belongs to his wife and Devan will ask for an explanation of this.

"What's this?" Devan threw the shapeless paper at his wife.

"What are you doing?" Ask Celin while picking it up.

"What are you doing? Ask yourself that. Where are you going?" Devan snapped.

"I want to continue my studies in England. Every holiday I'll go home."

"I won't allow it."

"Why? You also did not allow. Now I'm leaving. That's my dream."

"I won't let a thousand times you try you won't go."

"I'll just continue here."

"No. You can't go where. Not to work or anything else. Quite quiet at home. You can't leave without my permission."

Devan cares about his hearing, not caring about his wife's complaints. He tied Celin's hand with a tie and then tied it to the bed. He began to kiss his chest and suck strongly until his wife squealed in pain. Devan doesn't care, he keeps going down to play Celin's wet one.

"Dev's sick." Shouted Celin as her husband violently stomped.

"Well... Huh... Dare you call me that. This is punishment for you. I'll get you pregnant so you don't go anywhere." Devan answered in between his activities. It did not stop there he turned his wife's body and did it again.

"Stop... I beg you." Celin already felt her husband was out of bounds.

"I'm not going to stop. You better not walk than leave me."

Celin was still plain under the covers after being rudely plastered by her husband. His body feels all pain. He could not go anywhere now because the rope in his hand was never released by the husband.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

"No need to shower. No need to get dressed." Answer Devan who just came out of the bathroom.

"Don't do this. You're outrageous."

"You are outrageous because you want to leave me." Devan was lying in his arms hugging his wife.

"Your job is only to serve me no more. You won't be able to go anywhere and will stay in this room to welcome me when you get home." Devan.