A Paid Wife
Filthy mind

“Excuse me sir, sorry sir, oma can't come. Sir asked to go home soon.” Hans. He's bowing his head. It was Hans' habit to talk to his boss.

Arga stopped his work. He looked at Hans. Then, raise his right hand. Both of his eyes glanced at the watch that was coiled around his wrist. In less than 1 hour, all employees will go home. And, only a few employees who choose to overtime in order to get the job done immediately.

“Alright, tell oma if I'll be home soon.” Said Arga.

“Keep me how?” Ask Yeri. Yeri was silent. Sitting back and staring at his phone. Like he always sees his social media. Yeri has a lot of fans on social media. She is best known as a paid date woman with the most expensive one night wage. Some even asked her to date him for 1 month. They know Yeri from her social media accounts.

Yeri is very professional in her work. Now many are sending messages to her to accompany her on a date for several days. Maybe just to introduce a friend. Or, family. I don't know what the future is. Yeri is so good at dressing up like a socialite woman. She looks like such an elegant woman in every appearance.

“Hans, I want to start tomorrow to prepare a special room for him. And, prepare some unfinished work on him. I want to see if he can work or not.”

Yeri sighed. He rolled his eyes lazily. And, sit up straight. Put the phone on the table. Yeri sat across. Staring at Arga's face without feeling awkward anymore.

“I don't want to work here. Anyway, why are you forcing me to stay here. In the contract of my job is only your paid wife, not an office worker,” said Yeri.

“You don't want to?” Ask Arga.

“No!” Yeri firmly. “I want to be a paid woman. Not bad opinionlu far levih high. A day I can get 2-5 million. And, I work in an office. I only get monthly money,” grumbled Yeri. He pursed his lips.

“What if I give you 2 million a day, but within 3 months we get married. If you can make me interested in you, I can give you my black card,” Arga said. Hearing that, Yeri knitted her eyebrows together. Both of Yeri's eyes twisted, thinking what answer would be said to Arga. Yeri curled her breath rough. He got up from his seat. Both feet slowly stepped. Approaching Arga who was still sitting in his place.

Arga turned his seat. Both eyes looked at Yeri's face.

“Hans, out!” pinta Arga's.

“Good, master!” Hans immediately took his foot off. After hearing the sound of the door closing again

“Oke, okay. But remember I don't want to work in the office.” Yeri Strictly.

Arga nodded his head slowly. "Okay, alright!" answer's relaxed. He confirmed his sitting position as comfortable as possible. Laku looked back at Yeri hang still standing right in front of him.

"Remember, don't touch me." Yeri pressed her voice.

"Who would touch you?" Arga pulled both of his eyebrows up simultaneously.

"I also don't want to touch a flat chest like you?" both nata Yeri widened perfectly.

"What did you say?" furious Yeri. Step closer.

"Look at your body, nothing for him at all. What am I going to touch from you?" said Arga. Both of Arga's eyes stared from the tip of the foot to Yeri's head.

Yeri is angry. He glared sharply. Wanted to slap his mouth. But, he had already slapped his status first. He is just an ordinary man. I won't win against the moneyed.

Yeri tries to be patient. He took his breath several times. Then turned his body.

"Where are you going?" Arga pulled Yeri's hand. Until the woman's body flips over and falls right on her lap. Arga clenched the front of Yeri's body. And, the left hand held his back.

Yeri fell silent, the two eyes were rounded instantly. The fingers of his hand accidentally touched the chest of Arga's field.

"God, his body is shaped." Yeri grumbled in her heart.

"What are you thinking?" ask Arga.

"Aaaa.." yelled Yeri very loudly. He's getting up. Departing Arga's hand from her chest.

"You intentionally?" annoyed Yeri.

"What?" ask Arga.

"You touched me?" yeri growled in annoyance. His jaw started to tighten. Yeri clenched both her hands very tightly. "You don't want to talk about me. You said my chest was flat? Why did you touch her? Even though flat you're also interested, right?" yeri Oceh.

Arga closed Yeri's lips. He pulls Yeri's hand, until Yeri's body falls on her lap a second time.

"Why are you yelling?" pissed Arga. "Don't scream. Everyone can hear!"

Yeri pulled Arga's hand from her lips.

"Let all his employees know, if the boss is a perverted man" Yeri grumbled, moving her head. Both of his eyes stared fearlessly.

"Other times, if you want to touch me. Don't insult me, just tell me you want to." said Yeri.

"Udah, pervert, do not know myself, how dare my hijab carelessly." Yeri did not stop her from continuing to babble. On the other hand Arga continued to stare at every mimic of Yeri's lips. He watched his lips move.

"Have, haven't?" ask Arga.

"What?" yeri asked, opening her eyes.

"Will I touch you?" drngan accidentally touched the continent of fresh fruit belonging to Yeri. Yeri glared sharply at Arga's two brash hands with her.

"Get your hands off!" pekik Yeri's. Brushed off Arga's hand.

Arga held Yeri's hand very tightly. Both eyes stared deeply. The two burly arms began to hug Yeri's body. Pulling his body inside eight warm bodies. "I want you to be with me" said Arga.

"What company?" ask Yeri.

"Sleeping company!" Arga pulled both of his eyebrows up. "How, do you want to?"

"Crazy!" annoyed Yeri. He rose from the lap of Arga. "Who would sleep with you. I will be your paid wife. But, remember according to the agreement. I don't want to be with you."

"If I touch you?" ask Arga. He did not stop staring with a sharp look. Even his face was still stiff. Without the slightest expression.

"Why, haven't you lost my chest flat?" annoyed Yeri.

"Open, let me see it?" the two nata Yeri seemed to want to jump from his skeleton. The man in front of him started to be insolent with her.

"Why are you quiet?" ask Arga.

"You want to not?"

"No! Crazyhead!" yeri's annoyance. "Bad brains!"

"How dare you lose it to me!"

"But one day I will make you give yourself up" Arga said. Pulling the corner of his lips cynically.