
“Dante! Are you going to hand my brother over to Barack?” ask Bella worriedly.
Dante glanced at Bella and said, “Nobody can take better care of her than Barack1”
“But Dante? You know that Barack is a gangster?”
“Bella! What did you say just now?”
“He's your friend, he's the one in the room too isn't he? When in VIP nightclub?”
“Bella!” Dante raised his voice not liking to hear what his wife said.
“If you think Barack is not good, it means that you also think I am not good! Then why do you want to marry me now and live with me?”
“Eeehhh.
“Why? You can't answer my question?”
“Not so I mean Dante!”
“Then what do you mean say like that?”
“Ehm Bella is excited because she is upset with questions from Dante and at this time she is not too focused because Dante's hand is now on her shoulder and playing around with the edges of her clothes that cover Bella's neck collar.
“You cannot answer my question Bella?” again Dante asked but his eyes no longer looked at Bella but looked at the edge of the clothes she was holding.
“I didn't say you were bad Dante but I said your friend was.”
“My friend is a reflection of myself too Bella! Barack is one of my best friends. So you want to say that I'm no good too?”
This time Dante's eyes glanced at Bella as she spoke. “Eh….Dante, you weren't good at first, were you? You kidnapped me! Then you did something to me and then you dumped me. You didn't consider me a human being back then! That's why I'm afraid your friend did the same to Sarah!”
“You know that I'm no good why are you still approaching me Bella? Shouldn't you ask to come back to me? But you're constantly looking for opportunities to be with me and tease me in all sorts of ways.”
KREEKK
“Hhhh! Why did you tear off my wedding dress, Dante?” bella complains when the sound of a cloth tear is heard and Bella is no longer focused on responding to Dante's question.
“So easy to open!” answer Dante with ease.
“But there's a zipper on the back of her dress!”
“Did I tell you to talk to Bella?”
Bella lowered her head and shook her head. Dante easily took off his clothes so that Bella only wore the interior.
“Now answer my question, Bella. If I'm not good why are you still here?” said Dante with the position of his body getting closer to Bella like to hug his wife but both hands were behind Bella's body open the bra hook.
“Because I don't know! Um... I like you for no reason Danre!” the answer that came to his mind that he gave Dante because he also felt confused about what to answer.
“You're not afraid that I'm not good? Like you said my friend wasn't good?"
“If you're not good, you'll definitely do bad to your son right? But you didn't do that Dante.” Bella said with the rest of her consciousness.
“So you think because I didn't do anything bad to Alex that's why you rated me good?”
“I know your job may not be good Dante! But I see you very well to me.” said Bella along with Dante tore the safety triangle and make the woman plain just using her high heels only.
“Then, what do you mean talk so Bella?”
“I'm worried Dante! I'm afraid I'll do the same thing you did to me! I'm afraid something bad happened to Sarah!”
“There would be no such thing! Barack is not the man you think he is. You have to trust him and me too! He will take good care of Sarah!”
“Bella, I'm talking to you. Why can't you concentrate huh?” dante's voice raised because he heard the sound***** Bella.
“Dante, I also want to concentrate but I can't because of your two hands!”
“Oh so you blame me Bella?”
“Dante! Please don't play me. Do you want to do it now? Um....or do you want to interrogate me?” ask Bella who has started not being able to focus on talking.
There was a smile on Dante's face when the woman asked. “You think I'm interested in doing it now when I have to work soon?” ask Dante.
“What? You want to work after this? Are you going home tomorrow? Dante, is something bad going to happen to you? You have to promise to come home soon!”
“Why are you talking like that?” Dante asked Bella with a slight tease.
“I'm afraid you won't come back Dante? How will me and Alex be?”
Suddenly Bella focused on looking at Dante even though the two men's hands were still holding Bella's chest and playing around there. But Bella's passion seems to be lost just thinking if something bad might happen to Dante.
“What is your fear so great that you forget that I am doing something on your body, hem?”
Bella looked down and looked at Dante's hand touching her body. “I can't answer Dante! I don't know how to talk to you. I want to be serious but you remind me instead of something that makes me unable to think clearly.”
“What do you mean Bella?” ask Dante while stroking the sensitive part of Bella.
“Ehm....actually I do not want you to go Dante! Can you stay home?”
“Stop Bella! I haven't told you to touch my body.”
“But I am your wife! Your time doesn't allow me to touch you.” Bella actually wanted to protest and sulk but she couldn't do that.
“Remember previous rules. Did you forget Bella?” her husband gave Bella an ultimatum.
“So even after being your wife I can't touch you?” Bella snatched while talking.
“Bella, let me do it. Starting it all off, you just shut up and enjoy!”
“Then I have to do what?” Bella asks again after Dante releases the link of their lips. The question just came out with the sound of Bella's breathing roar that was still unstable.
“Thank you whatever I do to your body.” Dante said again.
“Ehm...Dante! Can't we do it sitting down? I feel so amused by Dante? I can't stand it if you treat it this way.” complained Bella.
“Do you enjoy this Bella?”
“Ssshhhhh! This is what I love about you, Dante! Play with me in your way1”
“How about the ring? You like the ring I gave you?”
“What does this mean I will be bound to you forever?”
“As long as you don't make a mistake with me, Bella!” firmly Dante spoke up.
“Hkkk! Dante don't pinch in there, sick once1” protest Bella.
“That's just to remind you that I don't like it when you make a mistake that makes me have to be rude to you!”
“I won't do it Dante!” Bella shook her head still enduring the pain.
“Reverse. I want to see the injuries on your back.” said Dante.
“If you see my wound, do you not like me anymore? My scars are terrible Dante!”