The Secret of Zoya's Love

Master's Dinner Gun (+21)

Sorry that his name has never been listed in the Marriage book, Please Skip just leave a like, gift or vote because it is impossible to leave a comment. 😄😄😄😁🤪

In a private room with masculine nuances, the man who is still fighting the inner war was caught off guard with his own feelings. He took a photo lens that holds many pictures of hooded women who have occupied a special place in his heart. Since when? Rey couldn't estimate it. By leaning on one side of the wall of his room, Rey continues to slide one by one the lens screen to enjoy the carvings of ayu that God has created.

She sees Zoya being so seductive, her soul reflecting tenderness, and the inherent simplicity of her personality giving off an aura so powerful as to attract her sympathies. Starting from an uncontrollable admiration, continuing with a sympathetic feeling that has grown increasingly wild to make a love that he himself did not expect to come this far.

A thin smile now adorned on her lips, when her heart had already solidified a decision. In conclusion, Reynaldy has lost his mind.

Rey's Pov

Well-anything will be fair in war and love.

I felt unable to hold on to the increasingly turbulent feelings for her. It was Zoya Kamila. Simple woman with such a charm. Ayus. I will define her beauty in the Ayu version. For me, Ayu is more than just beautiful. But also a softness, a simplicity that makes a person feel at home and comfortable to look at it.

Maddened...

I've been driven mad by that woman. She was like the jewel I had just found after my years-long search for the girl who would become my love. Zoya always seized my heart and my mind.

And my decision might be even crazier, because I'm chasing another man's wife's love. Of course, it wasn't easy for me to choose this decision.

Be ill. That's what I actually feel. I fell in love and was heartbroken at the same time. It would not hurt if I fought for my feelings and no one would know where that woman would choose to anchor her last love.

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Hans out of the study. The two-story mansion already felt quiet. He was sure that if Ale had gone to sleep, then glimpsed the clock hanging on the wall of the TV room connected to the balcony, before passing it to get to the room, still at eight, his steps stopped for a moment. Zoya is still calling someone on the balcony. Just for a moment, until he decided to arrive at the room without waiting for his wife.

There is nothing special about this day, just spending time with your family. He put his body on the bed. At first glance, there were some activities that he had to do tomorrow. But, there is a memory that makes him move to see the contents of his wife's wardrobe.

"Mas Hans, what are you doing?" ask Zoya. The woman who had just entered the room with a book, she looked astonished when her husband was on the walk in closet.

"Search something!" hans said briefly without looking.

"Yes, what? Let me find it." Zoya bargained with her husband. The man hesitated to say it, but everything in this house was already the power of his wife.

"Where was the shirt last night?" hans finally gave up. Consciously, it is not easy to find something beyond the reach of his territory.

"Hmmm..no!" Zoya, she refuses to wear it. More precisely, he felt uneasy as Hans looked at him mischievously. Zoya smiles again and feels strange, even though her husband has often seen the deepest side of the other, but still she feels embarrassed.

"Why smile?" A suspicious look was cast on Hans by walking closer to his wife. Unblinking, Hans stared at him intently as if demanding an answer.

"There's nothing, Mas." Zoya replied still by putting her hands behind her. On the ground he rewinded his steps, until his body hit a wall. Those beautiful eyes stared at the face that was getting closer, slashing the distance between the two.

"If I hadn't been honest, I'd have really kissed you." The baritone's voice crept softly, putting an emphasis on his sentence in order for Zoya to obey his orders.

His breath swept across Zoya's face, even his hands resting on the wall to lock onto the stiff body that could currently only peck at her. Every time they were close together, Zoya felt her chest beating faster than usual.

"I-yes, I'll show it to Mas Hans." His voice trembled slightly not because he was afraid, but the sense that rippled throughout his nerves was already out of control. The turmoil is always the same from before.

Zoya takes out the sexy lingerie she once snatched from the hanger. With a hammering look, he stared at the flat face in front of him. Sok cool's. The right words for a man who has harbored his desires.

"What I'm saying is, you won't be able to lie to me, Zoy." Hans feels above the clouds because Zoya is not good at hiding things.

"Then you wear it now!" edict Hans.

"But..." Zoya is still trying to evade.

"Two rounds, just get ready to stay up!" said Hans.

"The strong?" chirp Zoya means to remind.

"Alright then three rounds. Just change clothes!"

Impatiently waiting for his wife to come out of the bathroom, Hans was now standing at the door. As she was about to barge in, "Hans, Zoya." called Mama Shanti over and over again, as Hans looked up, then groaned in annoyance as he walked over to open the door of her room.

"Loved Mama!" shanti said by hugging her son. He just saw clearly the accident that crushed his son's car from the news.

"What's up, Ma? Just like a jaelangkung." said Hans felt sewot because he felt his plan was always thwarted, if not his mother who was the bully Ale.

"Eh don't be impudent ngatain Mama like jaelangkung. You don't know how worried Mama was when she saw the news of the accident." Spray Mama Shanti who then put her butt on the sofa.

"Mama was late, this morning was called" Hans replied by showing a face no less sewotnya. He wanted to throw his mother out.

"Eh... " Zoya's voice that had just opened the door made the middle-aged woman turn her head towards the bathroom. But Zoya quickly closes it back down.

"Ohhh, do you want a ritual? Pantesan see Mama come face sour so." seduced Shanti with a flirtatious smile towards her son.

"Yes, Mama's going down. Make Mama two grandchildren at once." Without waiting for his son's answer Shanti also sauntered out to the room he used to stay overnight.

After his mother's departure, Hans locked the bedroom door and slammed his body into the bed. And sure enough, Zoya came out in closed kimono pajamas, even that she had foreseen. It seemed, he was already not tasteful to persuade his wife, not to mention, there were other bullies when his work was giggling.

"Where's your mom, Mas?" ask Zoya by looking for the whereabouts of Mama Shanti.

"Down!" her face was flat, her face still staring at the ceiling of the room made Zoya understand if her husband was upset.

She, who was trying to find Mama Shanti, abandoned her intentions, turning to the side where her husband lay.

"Why is that sewot?" his voice sounded soft, with a hand stroking the jaw of the man who was currently just glancing at him.

"Truly, no taste?" zoya continued with a seductive smile, she was indeed not very good at teasing men, but all she knew would be so lethargic as she reviewed her sweetest smile.

"Related, not just teasing?" Still not flinching. Pretending to be indifferent, but his glance fell on the figure beside him longer than before. Not answering her husband's question, Zoya just smiled, her lentic finger still gently stroking her husband's firm jaw.

"I'm not letting you go again!"

"Arrrggghh." Zoya screeched as Hans directly turned her body and then overpowered her.

"Where did you learn naughty, dear." Hans's last sentence did not give Zoya a chance to answer. He continued to rain down on his wife with ciu*an and lu**an nonstop, although the little hand tried to encourage him to give a pause but still Zoya's efforts were in vain.

Some without red were successfully printed between the neck and collarbone. For a moment, Hans halted the action, still standing on his knees that locked Zoya's two thighs until the tiny body could move again.

Although Zoya had teased him, but still Hans was more dominant in bed. His gaze looked at his wife's face, hair that began to dishevel, and lips that slightly swell, in his eyes Zoya increasingly look sexy. Still staring fixedly at Zoya, the big finger began to unscrew the kimono strap until it came off, "You're so sexy, Honey." she muttered as her gaze shifted to the soaring mound of chest. And that makes it very difficult to immediately find*buya.

The release of their favors is accompanied by a long cry of Zoya's small voice, followed by the weakening of the tiny body. One release makes it difficult for Zoya to move her body, her beautiful eyes are still closed, "One more round tomorrow night!" lirih Hans kissed his wife's white shoulder and did not forget to leave a red trail there.

Seriate....

haha, is it a honeymoon? kok 'has been tipped like this 😂😂😂😂😂