Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 22: Don't Try, Because My Wife Won't Let It Go

Robbin's phone rang incessantly, interrupting intimate activities that had not yet occurred.

"There's still a lifetime, to do it, Robbin," Clay said, uncomfortable to hear the call coming into her husband's cell phone. He knew it must be very important.

Robbin snorted in annoyance, why was there a disturbance at such an important moment. "Well, you're right there's still plenty of time."

In his heart Robbin vowed that if the information obtained later did not matter, he would finish off anyone who was on the other side. With a lazy step, he circled the mattress to pick up the phone that continued to roar.

"Hello!" greet Robbin flat, freeze the listener, "You called at a time when sa—"

His sentence was cut off by someone across the phone, Robbin heard the exposure with eyebrows interlocked. Not long after that scratching the head that is not itchy. "Damn it, I think the mastermind of the attacker is the same."

Robbin stepped out of the room and down the stairs. His face showed anxiety. He remembered the incident at the airport yesterday the day after tomorrow. He didn't want to bring those people here. Not if it'll endanger Clay.

Robbin saw the atmosphere outside the house through the window, he yesterday did choose a detour to arrive. To make sure no one is following him.

"Thank you for warning me, but are you okay now? Make sure you're always in the crowd" Robbin said, giving you a chance to talk. After that he chimed in, "Typically this doesn't happen. I'll send Berry's number, he's around there."

Robbin was silent for quite a while, hearing the caller's words. Once there is a pause he said. "Well, you Meg girl, don't take any chances."

The man interjected and Robbin rubbed his rough face and propped it to the waist. He could only say, "Take care of yourself." And, call disconnected.

"Sister Robbin, what's wrong? Who's the phone just now?" Clay apparently followed. He was already standing in the doorway with no less face to his dismay.

"He whose picture is on your phone. After this task he was followed by people. With me." Robbin frankly, this is great so Clay's anxiety turns into alertness.

"Jeez, she's a girl, Robbin's sister. Is she gonna be okay?" Clay moved away from the doorway and paced back and forth while rubbing his right eyebrow. "He didn't come home with you?"

Robbin puts his shoulders forward and says, "He's well trained, nothing's going to happen."

Robbin's hands stretched out, and Clay's stained fingers greeted the words. Robbin led his wife to sit next to him. Then, look inside the woman when facing each other. A fine hair dangled on Clay's cheek, and he slipped it behind his ear.

"Everything under Rocky's auspices has no doubt, even if it's a girl" Robbin said, pulling Clay's shoulder against his shoulder.

Robbin's eyes closed, he attached an arm to the backrest and his palms stroked Clay's shoulders. His mind ran to the scene while trying to gain access to the woman's hotel room the memory card bearer.

That night coincided with the peak of the stock auction event. After closing the door, both Robbin and Meghan walked in unison without speaking. Because the corridor is a little more crowded.

"You don't have any clothes other than this?" whispered Robbin, "I'm walking with a man, you know?"

Meghan is not used to wearing dresses, she tends to wear formal or casual dress. His shoulder hair is rarely stroked, he is more comfortable if tied tight to the back.

"I promise to meet you in a skirt on your knee after this, if that's what you mean" Meghan said.

"Don't try, 'cause my wife won't let that go."

Two men in black uniforms opened the door for the guests. Robbin held out an arm and Meghan hooked her arm there.

They entered the room with several people who also entered the room. Robbin led Meghan to the chair. Although it looks relaxed, both of them put their ears and sharp eyes to find the main target.

Meghan coded Robbin by moving her shoulders, then got a faint nod. The woman infiltrated among the invitations, until she arrived at the deserted passageway.

"Marc, I'm outside, run R2 immediately" whispered Meghan who connected to Robbin through a voice-conducting device. He continued walking to the corridor where the target was staying.

"What's wrong?" ask Meghan who got the order to stop. He became more alert than before. Then from across the street Robbin informed him that the target was coming out of the auction room.

"How many minutes until I can go in and check his room?" Meghan started to get nervous, she saw two people standing guard in front of the intended room, but Robbin again ordered to leave from there. "I can do it, Marc!"

After the conversation, Robbin loses contact with the woman until she gets word that Meghan managed to retrieve the memory card within ten minutes.

Meghan came smiling sweetly, when the first session ended and continued with the banquet. Some invitations were chained to the music.

"Success, we can leave early. Or just leave without telling the organizers" Meghan said, she was in Robbin's arms.

Robbin reviewed the smile until the corner of his eyes shriveled. "Pamit or drag us in trouble. Let's pack up, Rocky promised he'd take care of the rest."

Both of them left the event and got ready to leave as soon as or the next day.

Robbin recalled that day exactly as Clay had shown it. It was the last time she danced with Meghan. And, indeed at that time he was anxious and amazed at the success of his female colleagues.

"I want to meet him, Brother Robbin," Clay pinta, looked up and his eyes flashed with Robbin's deep eyes.

"For what?"

"To make sure she wasn't prettier than me, I remained angry that Brother Robbin was holding her, smiling gently at her. I'm jealous, I need to emphasize!"

Robbin chuckled at Clay's confession. He clutched his wife's shoulder before saying, "There is no other woman as beautiful as you."

The sentence just slid from the lips, Robbin never denied the reality that was in sight. Clay's charm, the cheerful twinkle of his eyes, the soft wiggly hairy petals, and the seductive, sultry lips of his smile.

Robbin realized that long before Clay knew him, only he was too afraid to be disappointed. The last woman he loved bore wounds so deep, it was almost impossible to forget and be healed.

Clay cupped one hand to Robbin's cheek. "Seriously, no woman is prettier than me? Since when did Robbin realize that? And, why don't you touch me?"

Robbin spilled one hand into Clay's hair. He put one other hand to his shoulder and leaned the wife onto the sofa.

"Open your eyes. I want to see you sparkle" Robbin whispered in Clay's ear. He wanted to enjoy the radiant flames on those two cheerful eyes while blending love.

Clay complies and opens his eyes, he sees Robbin's tanned irises. The gaze seemed to draw him deeper, bringing him into the depths of the ocean of romance. Although it feels cold, warm desire to lengthen the veins when the thumb of the husband touches the lightly open lip line.