Perfect Son-in-law

Seduced - Aborting

Minimalist living room neatly arranged with a variety of simple decorations. A blue-coloured lawson type sofa thronged one piece, and Martin was sitting there at the moment. A cup of coffee is still steaming already served Yara in front of him.

The girl herself had just entered the room to just put the item and take off a handful of her nervousness. This was the first time he had ever come home with a man. And that man was the nephew of his own great boss. Is this to be grateful for or does he regret it?

Just a few minutes Yara was able to calm herself down, then came out after her breathing and heart regained its regularity.

His brown blazer had been removed, leaving a white shirt that was tight enough to wrap around the top of his tiny but contained body. Under his feet were covered in knee-high span. Yara is sexy enough to be categorized as a girl of innocent character.

And the look was not separated from the wild view of Martin in his position. Yara's bare feet seemed to be seamlessly bent closer towards her like they were teasing. And it's no longer ‘like’, Martin really can't help himself.

Just as Yara's tiny body was about to bend her body to sit, the man pulled her fast until it ended up on her lap in a sideways position.

Yara was surprised. “Ma-Martin, ka-you why?!”

Martin's breathing could no longer be conditioned.

“I can't help myself, Yara," he whispered right in the girl's ear.

Yara jerks. He knew the next thing would be wrong. Martin's chest pushed him to break free. But what happened was that the man increasingly attached the hand lock to his body. “Martin don't believe me, I beg you!” Yara try caving.

Unfortunately, it's not Martin who just backed out.

Hugs he loosens. Trying to hold back on the safest sense of heat within who want to immediately disarm. The sight of Yara's sad pair of eyes filled with fear. “You don't have to care about caste differences. Do not be afraid of Rohan. The one who has that feeling is me. I'm the man in charge of women. So I don't care about anything. I like you, Yara. Even since the first time we met.”

The voice rang out in Yara's ears. He was silent in a locked look. His heart and faith seemed to have shifted. He was tempted, none other than the same feeling.

Benefiting from the opportunity, Martin hurried into action. Silenced Yara's mouth with a kiss. A long silent kiss he frowned. Breaking through her tongue to explore the whole mouth of Yara's mint-flavored mouth.

Yara's body reacted due to that action. There was a warm and wild lunge that was dancing at the bottom of his stomach. Moreover, Martin's hands began to wander mischievously to the chest for a second and then the buttons were stripped by the man. Yara bellowed with a flash full of sensation Martin's burly hand.

There's no time to even curse. Yara wants the same. Martin's head and hair that revolved around his neck he pressed down and clutches like commanding the man not to stop.

Martin laughed in his heart.

Right, huh? Once he blinked, he could already devour fish that were even fresher than usual.

“We moved to your room, yes?”

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It's exactly one in the morning. Glorien still can't melt himself in dreamland. His pair of eyes had swollen the result of crying out for fate.

False-eyed, right-left slanted wrong. Sometimes he sat down just to wipe his flat stomach. There's a human candidate in there, and that's his flesh and blood.

How a moment ago he could think to abort, while just by imagining a pair of tiny hands, affection has appeared tickling his feelings as a prospective mother.

“Tuhaaann,” lamented 'don't know what to do.

The shadow of the Ocean's face again flashed, following his statement of responsibility in the last second they met. The guy's handsome. Had he been in a supportive state to be able to advance to Rohan, Glorien would not have been this desperate.

Lost without a decision, the girl finally fell asleep.

 

CLAMPS!

The door sounds open.

Mbok Rum hurriedly entered with a handsome breakfast full of a glass of milk.

“Breakfast first, Miss. From yesterday no food has gone into Miss Glo's stomach. Mbok is worried Miss Glo is sick.”

Glorien sat back on the bed. His eyes were swollen with a black circumference surrounding. “I haven't laper, Mbok.”

Mbok Rum's pitying gaze made it a little uncomfortable to throw his face to the other side.

“But Miss still has to eat. Later Sir can be angry!”

“Say Papa I'm not feeling well.”

Mbok Rum's breathing sounds harsh.

With his old hands, Glorien's gently stroked hair extended to the front of his chest. “How about Miss just drop the content Miss.”

Glorien jerks. “What did you say, Mbok?!” He does not believe women as soft as Mbok Rum also have such superficial thoughts, just like he did last night.

“Iya, Miss. If allowed to grow, what is the fate of Miss in the future? Sir must be angry. He must have hunted the Ocean wherever the young man went.”

Hearing the name of the Ocean being associated, Glorien was immediately stunned. The nanar bead stared at Mbok Rum full of worry.

Aye! Even though her papa knew she was pregnant, the old man would not kill himself either. But Samudra ... How was the man's fate?

Rohan Pascal was not the king of the heart to be able to kill-as long as he knew. But the price that Samudra will pay, of course, will not be as cheap as detergent soap.

Glorien's view turned quickly to the food that Mbok Rum had placed on the nightstand next to him.

The chocolate barley bread he ate was quickly pushed by a glass of milk. Although after that the turbulent feeling again attacked his stomach, Glorien held back as much as possible.

“Nona, slow down!" Mbok Rum is worried.

Glorien paid no heed. The bread and milk had now been consumed. “I want to shower, go to campus!”

Half an hour later, Glorien came down the stairs. His eyes were closed with yellow glasses. A knee-high, long-sleeved dress she wore with sneakers together.

“Glo!” From one direction, Rohan Pascal called out. His forehead frowned in surprise at the unusual behavior of his daughter.

“I have a spit job on campus, Pa. Had breakfast with Mbok in the room.”

That reason could be accepted Rohan. Suppose the understanding jump step his daughter to kiss his hands and cheeks say hello, then passed quickly.

Mbok Rum, who had just come down the stairs with a basket of dirty clothes, stared at the girl's departure with an anxious look. What will Glorien do? Is he going to meet the Ocean. Mbok Rum did not hear any more words after the girl completed the ritual of eating, bathing to dress up, in addition to saying goodbye. “Protect her, Gusti!”