Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Divergence

That morning Damara woke up earlier than usual to prepare a better sandwich. There were six sandwiches Damara made, Damara massaged his temple.

Damara brought one sandwich to Jerricco, and served it on the table. It sits next to Jerricco, “His sandwich.”

Jerricco carried the sandwich with his hand, biting and sipping the sandwich he was chewing. “The taste is still the same,” Jerricco said.

“Times anyway,” Damara said as she opened her mouth. Jerricco feeds Damara and notices Damara's face. “Sequate taste?”

“It feels different, where here I try again,” Damara chews while holding back a smile seeing a serious Jerricco watching him.

The curious Jerricco ate the last bite he had in his hand. “It's the same as yesterday,” protest Jerricco.

“How it feels,” Shall Damara.

“Beda how? It feels the same.” Jerricco does not want to lose it still feels the same as yesterday.

Damara picked up the slices of sandwich on the plate and fed Jerricco. Jerricco took Damara's bribe and chewed it.

“Distinguish?”

Jerricco shook his head, “Samely.” Jerricco opened his mouth again as Damara bribed him.

“It feels different baby, your time can not distinguish anyway,” complained Damara pretended to be upset.

“What's the difference?”

“If now I'm a bribe, so there's a love-love like that.” Damara put on a smile with a flutter coming out of her mouth. Honestly, he was confused by a more delicious sandwich because all the recipes are the same, the sandwich in general.

Jerricco stops chewing mouth movements. He looked into Damara's eyes with a clueless look, “His love from where?”

Jerricco was a little confused to digest Damara's words, ‘Does Damara love me?’ jerricco asked in his heart. With a smile on her face, she hoped Damara would love her.

“I leave first,” say goodbye Damara. His feet stepped towards their room to pick up his bag. Damara heard the open door, then felt someone holding her from behind.

Damara let the position sit for a few minutes. He couldn't keep his heart from pounding if it was close to Jerricco. “Tu-“ almost Damara keceplosan calling sir. “Darling off I have to figure it out to work,” Damara said gently as she tried to release Jerricco's hand coiled around her stomach.

“No need to work!”

Damara clenched her lips tightly at the thought of Jerricco's sudden desire. “Tap-“

“I don't accept rejection!”

Damara heard the tone of command from Jerricco's speech. “Good My Lord, I won't go to work.” Damara felt a puff of breath in the recesses of his neck, amused.

Jerricco gave the sign of ownership in white Damara who now changed color because. “Do not overdo it dear, I still have monthly guests,” Damara said in a sensual tone provoking passion Jerricco.

‘Shit’ Inner Jerricco. Just hearing Damara's sensual tone, her passion rose even hers slightly waking up in the middle of her sleep. “Darling you made me wake up in the morning, I don't want to shower twice this morning.”

Damara chuckled at Jerricco's words, he turned his back and stared fixedly at Jerricco's eyes. He wanted to know how far Jerricco could withstand the turmoil in his body.

Jerricco held off Damara's mischievous hand unbuttoning his top shirt, “You want a penalty like.” Jerricco grinned and then pushed Damara's body onto the bed.

Jerricco locked Damara's body with both his hands and feet. Jerricco erodes the distance between them until their eyebrows stick together. With the distance that Deka Jerricco could see Damara's bead, there was a pounding in his heart looking at Damara's smiling face.

“I await the punishment My Lord.”