Sharing Love: Second Wife

Dating After Marriage

Vika is now pacing around in a room with a vintage feel. Beds with white sprais look striking due to the sprinkling of red roses. On top of it is a bouquet of Daisy flowers lined with a heart-red ribbon.

"W-how is this?" Vika bit her nails while continuing to walk uneasily.

The wedding dress was still on her body. To be honest, Vika had trouble unzipping the dress. He wanted to ask the king for help. However, an awkward feeling filled his heart at this moment. You could say they never dated.

The two had known each other for a long time, but the King had always valued Vika as a woman. He would only touch Vika while trying to calm his heart. The kiss at the boutique three months ago is one of the history of the King's life.

While struggling with his thoughts, the door of the room opened. The handsome face of the King smiled and started to step in. Vika petrified when she saw her husband. His heart beat faster, his hands were wet from cold sweat, and his breathing started to hunt.

"Hand, I'll take a shower after you're done" said the King as he rubbed the top of Vika's head.

"I-it .. anu ...." Vika lifted her skirt a little.

"Here, I help you open the zipper," said the King while chuckling.

Vika finally turned her back. King's fingers started pulling Vika's dress zipper down. Slowly but surely, Vika's dress opens. The woman's white and smooth back was so tempting to the King. He wanted to put a kiss there. However, as much as possible to arrest him.

"Here, take a shower!" The King's head slightly looked up pointing at the bathroom.

"Sister, can you get out first? I-I have to take off this dress here," pinta Vika while bowing shyly.

"Are you ashamed of your own husband?" asked the King, eye-catching.

"No-no, really!" vika said with a shrill voice.

"Then, it doesn't matter if I'm here to see you take off this dress?" The king slightly pulled the collar of Vika's dress to tease her, a smirk reviewed.

"Ka-Kak's out now!" vika exclaimed as she pulled back her collar, then pushed the King's body out of the room.

The King's laughter exploded, from the beginning he liked to tease Vika. Making the woman blush is a pleasure for her. The King's body disappeared behind the door.

Vika locked the room so that the King would not enter when he took a bath. He is still embarrassed if he has to show his usual body parts covered in clothes.

Fifteen minutes have Vika shower under the shower. He put on a kimono towel, then went out the bathroom. Vika started to dry her hair half wet using a hair dryer.

The sound of knocking on the door, Vika immediately put on polycadot-patterned pajamas. Then immediately step towards the door. He opened the door wide, and the King stepped in.

Seeing Vika's usual appearance, made the King a little disappointed. He let out a rough sigh, his shoulders slumped slightly, then subconsciously shook his head.

"Why, Brother?" ask Vika.

"It's okay." The king smiled wryly, then stepped into the bathroom. He started taking off his clothes one by one and throwing them into a basket of dirty clothes.

"I think I should be patient." The king looked at the lower half of his body, then said, "Patience, son. It's not time today."

After completing the ritual bath, King e

come out with a towel wrapped around his waist. The upper body is clearly exposed, revealing a loamy chest muscle. Vika's mouth was agape at the sight in front of her.

"Sister! Get dressed quickly!" vika shouted while closing her eyes with the book she had just read.

"Yes .. This is to take clothes," said the King with a thin smile.

"Haven't?" ask Vika.

"It." The king who now wore a black shirt and shorts walked towards Vika.

Vika started to open her eyes, she was amazed by the King's simple appearance. Any clothes attached to it will look appropriate.

"Come, sleep!" The king began to lay his body on the bed.

"Yes? Sleep on? Se-now?" stuttering Vika.

The king pulled Vika's arm, the woman's head now landing on her husband's chest. The king kissed Vika's head.

"Sleep, I'll do it for you when you're ready" whispered the King.

Chief Vika looked up, looking into her husband's eyes. Vika's heart felt so comfortable when she heard that sentence. His eyes condensed because of the burning sensation in his chest.

"Sorry, yes, sister," said Vika as she sank her head into the arms of the King. He breathed in the scent of perfume emanating from the King's body.

On their first night, nothing happened like a newlywed. There are no hot beds with******* that hunt each other. There is a warm embrace full of love, and a sense of comfort that envelops them until morning.

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"Vik, how many months have you been married?" ask Nola while continuing to add details to her design.

"One month ...." Vika spoke while paying attention to the image of Nola.

"Yesterday, I got a gift from one of my subscription online shops. Go with the King." Nola put down her pencil, then thrust two sheets of holiday voucher to Bintan Island.

"Are you serious?" Vika grabbed the ticket and then smiled broadly.

"Seriously, I'm still busy taking care of Flo anyway." Nola refocused on the paper and pencil in front of her.

"Alright, thank you," said Vika then hugged Nola.

Deringan mobile phone makes a hug Vika must take off his embrace. He shifted the green button on the flat object screen. There was a handsome face of the King smiling widely.

"Today go home by yourself first, huh?" mahen.

"Why?" Vika's face was bent while blushing her lips.

"I promise you only today, baby. Tomorrow and the rest of my life, I'll always pick you up." The king showed his little finger.

"Promise?" ask Vika.

"Promise! Yeah, I'm having a client." The king was about to turn off the call connection, but Vika prevented it.

"Wait on! A boy or a girl?" Vika fused her two eyebrows together.

"Woman" answered the king.

"Beautiful or not?" ask Vika.

"Pretty. Very pretty!" Raja.

The tip of Vika's lips dropped, "Bad King!"

Vika has now turned off her phone. His chest rumbled violently, and it was as if a huge rock was gouging in the throat. Tears began to spread, jostling to get out.

"Jealous, Mom?" Nola Goda.

"No-no!" Vika shouted in annoyance.

"Hahaha, basic! Don't think weird! The king is a good man, calm down." Nola got up from the chair and patted Vika on the shoulder.

"I'll go home first, come home there too!" Nola is out of the room.

Vika exhaled a coarse breath, then walked into her room. He grabbed a bag, put on a jacket, and walked out of the boutique. Vika started ordering ojek from the app.

Arriving at home, a dark atmosphere dominates his home. Vika groped the walls to look for the switch. As soon as the lights came on, he went straight up to the bathroom to take a shower. When he was about to open the bathroom door, his ears caught the sound of objects falling from the bottom floor.

"Sir King ... Honey ...," call Vika.

Not getting an answer, Vika stepped slowly to open the door. He grabbed a golf club, then went down to see what was really going on.

"It's nothing, it's probably just my feeling." Vika took down the golf club she had just carried.

When he turned around, he was surprised by the King who was standing with a birthday cake.

"Happy birthday, dear." The king smiled widely while thrusting the cake in front of Vika.

I don't feel any tears Vika is dripping. A taste filled his heart. He did not even remember that today was the day of his birth. Vika closed her eyes, prayed, then blew out the candle.

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