The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 5

To change the subject, he immediately made a sound. If he stays in talks like this, he will definitely get caught.

"Dear Lord Dama, may I ask you something?"

Dama raised both eyebrows, "Just ask?"

"When did you first get in touch with ****?" Alya honestly he was embarrassed asking like that, but for the sake of money he threw away the shame. For him the soul of shame has been swallowed by the earth since circumstances forced him to fight hard to survive.

"Ehem."

Dama, who was always calm and calm, was startled by Alya's question, as she choked on her food. He frowned and glared at Alya over her question.

Finally realizing what was going on, Alya blushed and hurriedly explained, "I didn't mean that. Don't misunderstand me!"

"This is a question my friends are willing to pay for in group chats!" Alya whined inside her without daring to speak honestly.

"Why is he looking at me as if he's looking at a pervert? I'm a good-hearted little girl!" alya thought in her heart.

"I just want to know more about you. After all, you are my husband. As your wife, I have to learn about my husband's past, right?" sahut Alya's.

When she called him her husband, of course she did not find him disgusting. Her voice Alya was gentle as she called him husband, stirring up the ripples in her heart voice, like feathers sweeping across the calm surface of a lake, giving rise to small ripples.

When the atmosphere was tense, he glanced at the caller ID and immediately replied, "Dr. Azka, why are you looking for me at this late hour?"

"Oh, nothing serious. I want to tell you, as always, that the payment of the hospital bill will be due soon" Dr. Azka explained.

"Okay, I know that. Thank you, Doctor Azka."

Alya hung up the phone, Alya sighed. Two years ago, his father was in a car accident, and the expensive medical expenses almost drove him crazy. Dama appeared out of nowhere, saving her from the trouble, and helping her get rid of the predicament. After that, he married her, and she bore all the medical expenses of her father.

Alya did not want to know why she wanted to marry an ordinary girl like herself. He also did not want to waste his brain's ability to guess. As long as his father was alive, that was enough.

After he ended his call, he fired his phone back at the table.

"Where'd he go?" lirih Alya who did not see her husband in front of her, even though she had not answered the question she asked.

Finished cleaning the dining table, he returned to his room. 

He sat on the sofa in his room, not forgetting he turned on the television casually and changed channels. 

His intention was to go to bed early, but his two eyes did not want to be invited to cooperate. After all, she wanted to enjoy the evening with her leisure, while her husband was in the study. 

Alya was shocked as there was no trace of Dama and Jasminel news everywhere.

"It must have been completely removed" murmured Alya.

Alya glanced towards the door, if the man interfered in it, it proved that his strength was huge and frightening. It only took a day for him to suppress all major television stations and ban them from broadcasting his scandals. This man had great and incredible strength. 

Dama comes out of the bathroom with only a bath towel tied casually around the waist. Her toned skin was milky white open, showing her beautiful muscle lines. Years of military life have made his perfectly sculpted body with flat and clear abdominal muscles, as well as a strong and seductive stomach.

Alya who saw that swallowed her saliva and thought, how handsome! Although he had slept with this man for a whole year, he still could not help but feel ashamed when he saw such an erotic scene.

Dama looked up and walked over, "You haven't slept?"

Alya shook her head.

 "I'm waiting for you."

"Oh?" The dama raised his eyebrows. "Can't you sleep without me?" dama Goda.

His words were flirtatious and seductive. There was even a reckless tone in his tone. Alyab couldn't help but curse him in his heart! However, she put a sweet smile on her beautiful face.

Dama walked over, bowed, and carried her up. 

Alya then hooked her arms around her neck and curled into her arms like a shy little girl. He licked his lips and said after a slight hesitation, "Jad doctor Azka called me."

"So that's why you're waiting for me? Just to tell me this?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Alya was wearing only a negligent nightgown, she immediately slipped under the blanket as she was laid on the bed, before pulling it over herself.

When he came into close contact with her, he was still a little embarrassed, and his heart rate was getting uncontrollable faster. He did not dare to look at her. Her body shrunk in a corner, her beautiful face flushed red. She looked beautiful, as if she was wearing a blush.

The sight was quite tempting Dama, as his jakun moved, Dama raised his chin, looked at his sparkling eyes, then lowered his head to kiss Alya's lips. While Alya closed her eyes and sensed her strength as she flipped over and pressed her petite self underneath. He began to slowly become tense, his body stiffly following his movements 

Dama noticed Alya's cold demeanor and rose slightly with a frown, showing a hint of displeasure.

"What's wrong? You don't want to?" ask Dama. He would never force a woman because it was meaningless.

These traits make it an understatement forcing a woman to do just about anything. There were many women willing to serve him if he did not want to.

"No, I get a little nervous every time I do it with you."

Here's truth. When he made love to Dama for the first time, he did not feel any pleasure, instead leaving a psychological impact on her.

There was a flash of astonishment in Dama's black eyes, "I was being rude to you on our first night?"

"Hmm" Alya replied.

"How rough?"

"You forcibly kissed me even though I resisted. Is that considered rude?" alyam said His memory slowly returned and he could vaguely remember it.

"I'm probably a little drunk, so …."

"Yes I know."

Alya did not want to seek her sympathy by saying this. Moreover, it had been a long time that the trauma in his heart had also slowly disappeared. 

So, Alya leaned her soft body towards him again and said slightly teasingly, "Yes, do you still want to do it?"

Dama held onto her slender waist with her strong, stocky arms and pressed her sturdy chest towards him. He then narrowed his deep eyes and asked, "Are you seducing me?"

Alya nodded seriously and said, "Yes."

"Your mother." Dama was pleased with his honesty, a smile crawling his dark eyes.

The temperature in the bedroom immediately begins to rise, forming a

erotic images. Alya enjoyed the pleasure he gave her until she almost lost her mind and soul. The stamina is always good, especially tonight.

In enjoyment, Alya did not forget her main agenda that day. She held her husband's strong waist in both hands and said, "My father's medical bills."

Dama paused for a moment, her beautiful brows furrowed for some reason. Soon he calmed down and continued the movement he now controlled. 

"The money will be paid to the hospital tomorrow. Don't worry."

With that guarantee, Alya was completely relieved and quietly held back the heaviest push from the man. Somehow, he felt that the once gentle man had suddenly become a little rough. As he held onto his waist, the strength in each push seemed to increase, as if he was punishing him or was dissatisfied with something.

Dama looked at the charming face of the woman below him. His stern face turned dark. It turned out that the reason why he took the initiative to seduce her was only for his father.