Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Italia

Jerricco's private jet has landed perfectly. Jerricco came out with Damara walking beside them with Kevin walking in the back following the Jerricco guards.

Robet welcomes Jerricco to open the car door for Jerricco, while Kevin opens the door for Damara. The four of them in the same car were driven by Robert.

Throughout the journey only silence accompanied them. Arriving at the palace Jerricco Damara could not cover his surprise to see the magnificent building. Arriving at the palace, they all got down from the car.

Jerricco clasped Damara's hand, the body guards lined up neatly in front of the main entrance of the Jerricco residence. They bowed in salute to Jerricco and the woman whose hands were in Jerricco's hands. The butler bowed giving a smile to Jerricco.

Jerricco raised his hand indicating that he did not need anything. His feet began to step towards a room he had asked to prepare beforehand. Damara only looked in amazement at every clearly visible interior in front of him.

Damara feels brought into a fairy tale that presents a magnificent palace. As Jerricco led him into a room, the door opened just as their steps drew near.

Damara was born into a simple family and he was really amazed, there was a sense of insecurity. But he believes Jerricco did not carelessly choose it, maybe this is a favor that God gave after he struggled.

It turns out that Jerricco took Damara to a room, Damara was no longer able to say the room they would occupy four times larger than their room in Indonesia. 

Jerricco led Damara to sit on the bed, looking at Damara who was still admiring the contents of his house. “Why?”

“I still can't believe I married a man this rich.”  Jerricco just smiled in response to Damara's words.

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Damara had prepared Jerricco's nightgown, now he was sitting on the edge of the bed massaging his dizzy head. 

“Why baby?” Damara stopped massaging his head and smiled at Jerricco, Damara's cheeks were hot. For two days Jerricco always called him affection. 

“I'm just dizzy,” replied Damara.

“What makes you dizzy?” Jerricco walked up to Damara and stood right in front of his wife looking at his tired-looking eyeballs.

“One week I learned Italian but I just understand it hasn't been Mass. I'm still a mess,” complained Damara with his sad face.

Jerricco gives a soft kiss on Damara's forehead, “Don't be too hard on yourself dear.”

Damara hugged Jerricco's wet body with her sitting position, her head resting on Jerricco's stomach. “Tap-“ greeting Damara cut by Jerricco.

“I don't force you to speak italian in a short time, all need process.” With Jerricco gently rubbing Damara's hair, there was a happy feeling of seeing Damara who was not shy anymore. Even Damara is spoiled like this if at certain times.

Damara chose silence not to comment on Jerricco's remarks, his embrace tighter as if he was afraid of losing Jerricco. This week do not ask how many times he had sex with Jerricco, even his body until tired.

But the comfort and pounding on his chest never went away if it was this close to Jerricco, even though Damara could control the pounding of his chest.