Akira's Old Love & Perfect CEO
S2: Baby 7's

The warning!

Who does not like adult scenes please skip it, do not force to read and continue to author in bully.

A cool morning, foggy cloudy weather makes Akira want to run out enjoying the cool air.

But no!

Her husband continued to restrain himself and traced himself in the morning.

Hugging his possessive body by occasionally kissing his cheeks, nose, lips and everything!

Akira became upset himself.

Especially with Farid's mainstay now, "Sin against and rejects husband."

It sucks!

Though he could not stand stretching his hands and inhaling as much air while enjoying the morning fog that accompanied by cloudy.

But look!

"This freelancing is eight."

her protest was trying to get rid of her husband's burly hands that encircled her stomach.

"But it's still cloudy, baby."

"Eat it, I want to enjoy the atmosphere, my husband." Akira whines, he starts to use his seductive style.

"Okay, there's a condition."

"Tck, that's how to use the terms, whose husband is it?!" the grunts are certainly in the heart, otherwise the seducing style can fail.

"What?"

Farid brought his lips closer to Akira's ears, he began to whisper.

"Let me enjoy you and you enjoy me."

For a moment, Akira digested the meaning of the husband. Until he caught his point, his body stiffened.

Although this was not the first time, but the way her husband asked was different than usual, this time it was different.

Farid tried to tease her!

Not asking for, whining or hugging kisses carelessly as usual.

"once again." whispered Farid in a raucous voice, hoarse and deep.

"What?" Akira pretended not to understand what her husband meant.

"Make a baby, darl."

Farid uttered his sentence with his voice in a perfect British accent that made Akira riveted.

She found out that her husband was very seductive with just his voice when he woke up speaking English.

"Why shut up, baby. Don't you understand?"

Impossible!

Akira certainly speaks English.

English is her favorite material since elementary school.

However, just now her husband made something in her turbulent.

"Umm. I get it, I just... "

suddenly his body temperature heated up, the heat spread to his face, making his cheeks red.

"just anyone?"

Farid blew the back of Akira's ear before he took a position below, revealing a blanket that covered his wife's legs.

Akira suddenly stiffened, only with a voice, a whisper, then a light blow and he was unable to rebel as usual?

Now, Farid's hand ran smoothly from the tip of his foot, to his thighs, stomach, up to his neck, making him feel amused.

Now the man's hand moved back touching the light and smooth spine makes it reflex puffed up because of the tingly sensation created by the light touch of her husband's finger.

However, he did not want to laugh, but he wanted to sigh, even his mouth started to open slightly.

What the fuck? Why does she always lose to her husband? This is not fair! It was always him who was on his knees.

His brain screamed, so as not to be too easily seduced and seduced by Farid.

However, her body said otherwise, she wanted more than just the touch of her husband's hand.

Finally, his ego gave up already, already,

"I-I-I want you," his breath choked then he tried to continue with a slightly gasping voice,

"to kiss and touch me hard, so hard. More than that, my hubby."

Akira whispered seductively in Farid's ear, with a slightly husky voice sighing.

With a breath that is slightly breathless because of the tightness of passion that fills his head that follows heats up.

"You're getting good at flirting apparently. Okay, I'm gonna kiss you hard, really hard until your lips swell up and I do more until your knees get limp." not with a joke but with a devilish grin.

Not wanting to linger, the slightly brownish black-haired man had already pounced on his prey.

His hands had already ventured into his favorite parts.

He had managed to trap his prey and did not want to make the opportunity go to waste.

Finally, he knows what it's like to make love to Akira with mutual excitement.

In his heart he lamented, why hasn't he teased, Akira in English?

It turns out that speaking English with his wife is more useful and more interesting than using his ability to talk to his foreign work partner.

This time, even Akira was very active, he started to bravely replace Farid who usually led the game.

The morning they should use to enjoy the beautiful cool nature of Bandung, instead they use to enjoy each other the sweetness of love honey.

***

Akira lay flat on his back with half-sparing eyes. His body was still very limp, his legs were like boneless.

This is the greatest romance to shift the position before, because this time he also participated.

"Are you tired, baby?"

Akira just nodded faintly.

She wondered why her husband was not tired.

"I just want to have a lot of kids with you right away. I'm sorry, you're so tired." I regret putting their eyebrows together.

"That's just your mode right, the original is your perverted base." accuse Akira with a voice that can be said to be slow-powered.

"Huf! Give me strawberry milk, I have to go back fresh for a walk." she pushed on her husband's shoulder and started to get up with a body that was just wrapped in a blanket.

"Okay, I'll have the hotel waiter deliver it."

***

Elsewhere, a woman with her triumphant laughter arrogantly sat on a rocking chair in a dimly lit room.

He was talking over the phone.

"good. Do that, follow them, everywhere! Don't let them know what's going on let everything happen like fate."

He hung up his phone and his eyes stared intently at the photo of a man and woman displayed in front of him.

With anger he threw a knife to stab the picture of the woman right in the face.

"The fool will not know how I will take revenge, what he has caused."

His hands clenched until his knuckles turned white.

"Kris!" He turned to the right to look at the figure of a man who would definitely grant all his wishes.

"Please, keep doing that for me, you don't want me to cry, do you?"

The woman was now like a madman, a moment of anger full of vengeance, a moment she was heartbroken.

The man who was nearby now knew, but his affection for his beloved girl blinded his eyes.

He'll do anything for pleasure, Rayrin. The girl he's always wanted to protect and he's been happy since their meeting seven years ago.

"Anything, Ray. Although I had to abuse my abilities." his remark convinced his girl with a loving look.

Soon, the woman clutched the person who loved her.

Rayrin finds a new doll besides Dean to achieve her goal of becoming Madame Danuarta.

'Farid really wants a child, let's see where you can give him a descendant, Akira who doesn't know the rules! If he does not get what he wants from you, he will definitely come back to me, Rayrin, only Rayrin is entitled to Farid Ahmad Danuarta.' he smiled cunningly behind the arms of Kris.

Poor kris.

***

"Darling, let's go outside." Akira whines like a child.

"Where do you go, baby, out of drizzle."

Farid refused his wife's invitation and focused on the television screen before him.

Akira did everything, she wrestled her husband's arm and even sat on her husband's lap, blocking the sight of her husband staring at the television screen and others.

"Honey, tomorrow we go home, let's go somewhere, I want to eat grilled fish. Ayoo." he even pulled Farid's hand until he had to get the man off the couch.

Honestly, he was bored in brackets in the room since then, even now it was four in the afternoon.

Meanwhile, tomorrow afternoon he was brought home by Farid.

"Open you don't like fish, since when do you whine to eat fish, what baby sister wants? My superior seedlings have grown here?" he said excitedly while touching the stomach of the wife.

"Ish, I still like gurame fish yes, one more, I'm not pregnant. Just thirty minutes ago I was wearing a bandage!"

"You?"

"Yes I'm a hitch. Why?"

"Last night we were here and you were lost? That's right, honey, what about my rations?"

Akira glared sharply pulling her husband's pointed nose.

"That's so bad of you, my God. What about the kids in your brain?"

"Stop, baby I'm having a hard time breathing, let's eat fish, okay?" said Farid who makes Akira uproar, because the voice of her husband is funny because his nose is flinched.

"My husband is the best, come on!"

After a while, they returned with a lot of paperbags in their hands.

Earlier, on the way home, Akira remembered that he had to buy friends and family souvenirs.

They walked leisurely towards the hotel lobby until, uh,

Brakes

all the paperbags in Farid's hands fell because someone hit his arm from behind.

"Sorry, Sir. I was in a hurry" said the man, looking down at Farid's belongings.

Meanwhile, Akira was only able to examine who the man was, because he seemed familiar.

"Once again I'm sorry" said the man as he gave the goods back to Farid.

"Deanno?"

Call Akira just as the man is about to turn around leaving them.

The man was about to run away but Akira swiftly restrained his hand.

"Dean, where are you going?! Why is your number not active? How can you stay here, why?" akira asked possessively without caring about Farid who began to look jealous.

"I-i"

"I'm looking for you, I think you're angry because I was too busy with my husband and forgot to have your friends."

"I think I'm in a hurry, I have to meet a client here." refused the man was about to turn around without answering a series of questions his best friend.

Without Akira being able to prevent it, Dean actually walked quickly leaving him full of question marks.

Meanwhile, Dean was only able to stem his feelings. He misses Akira, the friend he loved a long time ago, whom he loved with all his heart, whom he always hears his complaints without blaming him.

Her tears urged her to come out, if only the sound of the elevator opening did not awaken her immediately that she should know herself.

He is just a useless friend who gives his best friend deep suffering.

Lanjoot no nehh

Gakkkk

HAYO VOTENYAAAAA SAME THUMBS JAN SAMPE FORGOT YAA

no, the author just wants to realize what is in the author's brain.

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