[Two] Strategies to Seize People's Wives
Equally Hot [Mark & Freya]

"Akkk ... Fuck you, Freya?!" ozan shouted in pain.

Freya did not waste the opportunity. He reached for his towel and immediately came out of the bathroom. Not to forget Freya locked Ozan from outside. He's really very scared.

Freya's breathing hunts, her chest goes up and down. The woman clutched her towel tightly. The tears kept wetting her cheeks.

Freya was like a dazed person. She didn't think her husband could touch her. Ozan has never shown any physical interest in him.

"What's wrong with her? The bastard was very similar to a PMO addict who was looking for prey," Freya muttered softly.

It's true that Ozan is her husband, it's perfectly legal that Freya gives Ozan the right. Freya could have been a sinner, but Freya was not an angel. He's an ordinary human servant who has wounds, trauma and hatred.

How could he sincerely touch his body by the man who had created so many terrible wounds on his body.

The sound of the door being kicked from inside the bathroom was heard. It looks like Ozan is on a rampage. That man is dangerous to Freya.

"I'd better change my clothes quickly and leave immediately. Long time at home I can be beaten by him," said Freya monologue to himself.

The woman had no time to wear any skincare. In fact, her hair was left wet. Freya only wears sports bras and leggings specifically for sports. Don't forget he's wearing a cardigan.

After that Freya came out of her room. While descending the stairs Freya meets Naima.

"Nai, I'm leaving now huh. Tell Marcel not to get close to his papa later he can be bitten. Oh yes, please open my bathroom door!"

After giving the trust to Naima. Freya immediately ran out of the house. He gets into the latest BMW car a wedding present from Ozan's parents for him.

It could be said that the Ozans were never stingy money. But, stingy sanity.

Freya had unknowingly made a girl's destiny change as a result of her trust.

"Tumben mom told me to open the bathroom door," she murmured softly.

The girl immediately stepped up the stairs and entered Freya's room. He saw Freya's room was empty, there was no one there.

Naima hurriedly opened the locked bathroom door from the outside.

Deggs.

Naima's body stiffened as she saw someone inside the bathroom looking at her sharply.

"Ba–bapak," murmured Naima glazed over.

And …

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After traveling for thirty minutes. Freya arrives at Mark's apartment. Freya's mouth was wide open when she saw the apartment Mark lived in.

It is similar to a penthouse. Freya forgets that her husband is also rich, so rarely vacation, because his relationship with Ozan is very bad.

"Waw ... The rent of electricity for a month definitely exceeds the salary of UMK," Freya murmured slowly.

The mother-of-one immediately got into the elevator. He headed to the 40th floor, after exiting the elevator. Freya swallows penthouse bell number 005. The address given by Mark.

Ting tong's.

Shortly after the door opened showing the figure of Mark who was bare-chested. Only wearing shorts. The man's sweat made his skin moist making Freya swallow his saliva rough.

Glug.

"Sexy" inner Freya complimented Mark's visual. However, the woman soon realized her status which was the wife of people.

"Morning," said Mark in a hoarse voice.

"Morning too," Freya replied nervously.

The gazes the two met made Mark swallow his saliva to see Freya's appearance. The woman's hair was still wet, her plain face without makeup created a sexy and innocent impression simultaneously.

"If this be before my wife. I've made sure my son is plenty," Mark's inner heart is full of cravings.

The man was scattered from his short daydream. He immediately opened the door wide and let Freya in.

"Please come in, Frey."

"Thank you, sir."

"Don't call, sir. Because we're out of the office and out of business hours. Just call me Mark, "ask Mark not to be denied.

"Mark's." The man repeated in a stern tone.

"Alright, Mark," said Freya slowly making the man smile.

The two of them went inside, Freya looked at all corners of Mark's penthouse. The atmosphere relaxes and pampers the eyes.

Mark opened the door to his room. Then call Freya to come inside.

"Freya, come with me!" mark shouted from inside the room making Freya wake up.

The woman slowly walked into Kar Mark. Although he's not feeling well, he's still following orders, Mark. Because he knows very well that his boss does not like to be denied.

Freya sees Mark turning on the hairdryer.

"Cabin, Frey. Dry your hair first, after that we just started," Mark's pinta made Freya remember that at home she did not have time to dry her hair, because Ozan's doing.

"Good." Freya thrusts her hand to ask for a hairdryer.

"Let me help dry it faster" Mark said quickly making Freya gawk.

"Huh?"

A new lifetime this time there are people who offer services to dry their hair, except salon employees.

"I-I can do it myself" Freya replied stammeringly, feeling very nervous.

Mark shook his head quickly. He wouldn't let Freya do this on her own. Because Mark wants to approach Freya so that they both have a bond as quickly as possible.

"No, let me. Sit here quickly! I don't want to be denied, Freya."

Mark said in a cold tone to make Freya inevitably immediately sit on the dresser chair. However, before that Freya opened her cardigan first.

Glug.

Jakun Mark went up and down when he saw Freya's appearance getting sexy.

"Beautiful sight," inner Mark praised.

A wide smile framed Mark's handsome face. The man excitedly dried Freya's hair. The young mother's eyes were almost tightly closed, enjoying Mark's delicate massage on her head.

"Your hair is beautiful" Mark praised slowly to put Freya to shame.

Her cheeks were praised by Mark.

"Your hair is beautiful too" Freya replied in Mark's praise.

Until Mark accidentally saw red marks on the nape and behind Freya's ears.

The man's face instantly turned sour. He knew very well where the red mark came from. Of course from that light-handed fucking guy.

Jealousy makes Mark involuntarily raise the temperature of the hair dryer. The man diverts the warm air of the hair dryer fixed on the red mark created by Ozan.

"Auch ... hot," cried Freya surprised to make Mark wake up from his daydream.

The man immediately turned off the hair dryer and brought Freya's long hair to his left shoulder.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it, Frey."

Mark blew Freya's neck hoping the heat there disappeared, not knowing that the impact of Mark's blow made Freya's entire body feel hot.

Glug.

"It seems like it's not just Ozan who looks like a PMO addict. But, I was also .. how could my mind drift there," Freya cried inwardly.

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Sorry late up. Take it easy this author up 2 chapters equivalent to 4 chapters really. Because of the length of the chapter.

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