Beloved Duda Boss
The Older Man
Neta who saw Dathan's face remembered Bryan Adion who was so handsome. “What you know, Bryan Adion was so handsome even though he was old.” Neta explained to Dathan what she saw.
“Am I less handsome?” Dathan grabbed Neta's waist and pulled her closer.
“Not so. I'm just saying. Still you are handsome.” Neta smiled shyly as she praised her snag lover.
“It looks like now you are more fascinated with older men.” Dathan seduces Neta.
Neta laughs. “Since knowing you I feel men whose age is above me so charming.”
“What makes you like men who are older than you?” Dathan was curious about it.
“Maybe because I feel that a man who is older than me is more protective. I have a brother and a father figure in one person. One thing I never got all this time.” Neta smile. Maybe that's why I like older men.
Dathan realized, the presence of an old figure makes Neta thirsty for protection. “One thing should be your reason.” Dathan stroked the soft face of Neta.
“What?” ask the curious Neta.
“When you get a man who is older, he will age faster than you. Increasing age, they will reduce his vision, so he will not see other women besides yourself when you grow old.” Dathan smiled.
Neta smile. “Don't age fast, because a lot of time I want to spend with you.” Neta's hands gently caressed Dathan's cheeks.
Dathan just smiled. Slowly he moved his body. Closer his face and land his lips on Neta's sweet lips.
Neta always can't resist the charm of a Dathan. She always enjoyed the soft kiss given by Dathan. Neta closed her eyes enjoying every sip that happened. His hands were coiled around Dathan's neck and made a deeper kiss. For a moment they enjoyed the salivary exchange that took place.
Slowly Dathan released the link of his lips. His thumb rubbed Neta's wet lips. A shy smile was clearly drawn on Neta's face as she pulled her hand that was coiled around Dathan's neck. Though they have reduced to kissing each other's lips, but temptation still makes them powerless to resist.
“It looks like you should take a break. Later tonight you still have to work.” Dathan pulls Neta's body closer to him.
“Sleep.” Dathan hugged Neta's body tightly.
Being in Dathan's arms certainly made Neta flutter. Moreover, the masculine scent that smelled so close, made his body feel even more palpitating. However, Dathan's gentle hand that stroked her hair gently, made her lulled. Slowly he closed his eyes.
Neta was so fast asleep. Without him knowing if it turns out he slept for two more hours. He woke up at five o'clock in the afternoon. It was because Dathan felt his hand shake his hand.
“My hands are tingling.” With a plain Dathan smiled.
Neta immediately shifted her body. “Sorry.” Neta feels bad. Being too deep, he had unknowingly slept in Dathan's hands.
“It's okay.” Dathan smiled.
“What time is this?” Neta pulled her hand to look at the circular watch in her hand. “It's five o'clock. I have to get ready. I should have arrived early.” Neta soon woke up. At six he has to go to the ballroom. He had to get a photo of anyone who came to this event.
Neta gets out of bed. He immediately took his clothes, and immediately went to the bathroom.
Dathan could only see Neta rushing up. He only resigned when the lover had to prepare.
“I'll get ready after she leaves.” Dathan smiled thinly.
Neta came out of the bathroom already with her neat clothes. She immediately sat down at the dressing table that was in front of the bed. Slowly he rubbed his face. Even if he only came to cover, but he still had to be neat.
Dathan, who was on the bed, put his hand as a cushion. From the reflection of the mirror he saw Neta who was busy putting on makeup.
“Don't be too pretty, I'm afraid later I'll be a lot of rivals.” Dathan gave a warning to his lover.
Neta who was looking at Dathan from the reflection of the mirror, smiled. “Iya.” He obeyed Dathan's orders.
While being engrossed in makeup, suddenly the sound of the door was heard. Neta turned her eyes towards the door. He looked towards Dathan. They were equally confused as to who was knocking on the door.
“You call the service room?” ask Neta.
“No.” Dathan shakes.
When he found Dathan Neta's arm, he began to think who had come to his room.