Rachania

RaKhania ~ 053

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"At last you decided to eliminate your own daughter?" said the man in black glasses.

"I'm not gonna kill him that bad, Prince. I must use him to avenge me." Alan said with clenched hands.

The handsome man in black glasses who was none other than Prince aka Jonas, immediately positioned himself to be on the soft sofa in Alan's work space. Yes, the people who were in the meeting with Alan were Prince, Doc and Irish. But Prince's two men leave soon knowing his boss is going to see Alan.

Alan did not sit down but remained in his standing position. He massaged his temple slowly.

"It looks like we should start moving. Isn't that Uncle Alan?" said Prince.

Alan was silent.

"What are you going to do with your daughter? I'm willing to help you because you're my father's best friend. You helped me a lot after the police arrested my father and sentenced him to death. But, I don't like your slow movements that haven't even progressed in three years." Prince took off his glasses and looked at Alan.

Alan looked back at Prince.

"What about the girl?" ask Alan.

"You mean Jasmine's twin?"

Alan did not answer but Prince knew the answer.

"He cannot be underestimated. But I'll get it too."

"Are the police involved again?"

"Yes. Even more than that. The ISS seems to be involved in this as well. Therefore, the faster the execution, the better. That girl is not your real daughter. Just wipe him out. It's gonna be the most beautiful revenge of your life than you're gonna have to get rid of Rakha."

"Are you crazy? If everything is uncovered, and you're arrested, then I'll be destroyed too, Prince. I can't do that rashly." Alan began to worry.

Prince breathed his breath. "As for uncle. Uncle better be careful too. The ISS almost sniffed our business."

Alan did not answer.

"Huuuaaah, being a mafia isn't as easy as I thought. I'm gonna figure out a way to keep our business from getting sniffed out by the cops."

Prince got up from his seat and patted Alan on the shoulder slowly and then walked out of the room.

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Arriving at the apartment, Khay immediately sat on the sofa of his room. Looking at the room he hadn't seen in a few days. There was a bit of longing because he started to feel comfortable living there.

"Don't you go to the office?" ask Khay to Rakha.

Rakha nodded. Rakha approached Khay and sat down beside him. Rakha held Khay's hand.

"Darling, mom told me everything. It's good if you stay with me."

"Eh? Wh-what?"

"I'll be calmer if you're close by my side..." Rakha cupped Khay's face.

Khay knew there was concern on that handsome face. "But, Rakha..."

There was a glimmer of sincerity in those eyes. Khay can see it. But is it really for him? Or for Khania?

"Marry me, Khania..."

The sentence managed to make Khay's heart slightly floated and flowery. Although only a little. Because Rakha mentioned Khania.

Khay looked down and could not answer. How could she have married while she wasn't Khania. Until when will all this continue? That's all Khay has in mind right now. If Rakha had known everything, he would have hated Khay. That is what Khay is afraid of. Because now his heart is worried. He begins to love Rakha. He was really stuck with that feeling.

"No need to answer now. Think about it first." Rakha stroked Khay's face and summed it up.

Khay drove Rakha to the front door. But before the door opened, Rakha turned around and looked at Khay.

Rakha gives a sweet kiss on Khay's lips. Khay just shut up. Not replying and not refusing.

Rakha ventured in and demanded that Khay return the favor. And sure enough, Khay began to reply. Sweeping back Rakha's lips are now more deeply exploring.

Khay wrapped his hands around Rakha's neck. The kiss was demanding and passionate. Shaking Rakha's phone makes Khay want to end it all.

But Rakha clung to him tightly. Khay can't refuse. Rakha squeezed Khay's body against the wall. Rakha knows that Khay can't let Rakha go. They both want more.

Khay unbuttoned Rakha's suit. Rakha's hands deftly removed the shirt Khay was wearing. There are two chewy objects covered in a black bra.

The fog of passion was clearly emanating in the eyes of the two. Rakha took Khay up to the bed and swept back Khay's lips. This is the first time they have made it this far.

I don't know why Khay can't just take Rakha off. He received all Rakha's treatment on him. Rakha began to remove the last things on his body. He wrapped Khay's body still wrapped in a bra and black triangle.

Rakha just found out that Khanianya likes black. Even ********** is black. And it adds a sexy impression on her.

Rakha buried her face in Khay's neck and marked it there. Down to make Khay scream softly with a squeeze of Rakha's hand on his chewy object. Rakha's hands play pretty off Khay's defense downstairs.

Now they can see the beauty of their bodies. When all the passion really gets them flying....

"No! This is not true!" khay said with a sting because his breathing was irregular.

Rakha looked into Khay's eyes.

"I will do it gently, dear." Rakha assured Khay.

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