Handsome Duda Prisoner
Not the First Night

This time for the first time Marcho brought his own car without a private driver or Bodyguard who was asked to always look after Livy.

Along the way, Marcho continued to hold Livy's hand very affectionately. Marcho's warmth makes Livy unconscious if in fact Marcho did not drive his car to the Hizkiel school and instead took him to the Luxury Hotel in the city.

“Loh, why do we even go here anyway?” livy asked as he let go of Marcho's hand which had been grasping her hand with affection.

“Emm, why baby?” Instead of answering his wife's question, Marcho asked back while blinking her eyes at Livy.

“We have to pick up Hizkiel right?” continued Livy who has been mixed not because he found himself now actually brought to one of the luxury hotels that are very famous.

“Hizkiel has been picked up by Omanya and also Terra!” replies Marcho who had previously asked Mom Merry for help to pick Hizkiel up.

“La-then why didn't you tell me that this afternoon we're going to meet a client here?” ask Livy a little stuttered.

Livy is not a child and she knows exactly what will happen if a couple heads to a hotel. Not a lover, rather a husband and wife to mention his current status with Marcho.

Moreover, the two of them had both just revealed their pent-up feelings all this time. While Marcho just smiled and chose silence not to answer his wife's question.

Feeling ignored, Livy again repeated her question while following the steps of Marcho who is now embracing her towards the reception desk.

“Who will we meet here, my dear husband?”

“Not to meet someone, but to bring together something that will later become our child!” marcho replied while whispering right in Livy's ear.

“Haaah?!” livy's voice clenched, unable to say anything. Especially when Marcho started booking presidential-type suite rooms for them.

“Please Mr. Marcho, this is his room card.” The hotel receptionist gives the hotel room card towards Marcho.

“The room you booked is on the 11th floor!”

“A-what are we going to do here, my husband?” ask Livy who had been playing heart sport.

“Make a baby, honey!” replies Marcho who is increasingly tightening her hands that are coiled around Livy's waist.

“I really can't hold it anymore. Even when hearing the declaration of love from you, my junior stood up straight and made him so claustrophobic inside there!”

Marcho pointed towards her slightly bulging pants and of course made Livy's face instantly crimson.

“Ta-ta-but a-I'm really not ready!” livy's reply was a little shaky to see the new thing she had met this afternoon. Somehow the content, which is clear when viewed from the outside only, belonged to Marcho so challenging.

Livy immediately shook his head many times while imagining how big it was for Marcho who would soon break through his defensive goal all along.

“I will do it slowly and very gently. I promise I won't make you sick, baby!” reply Marcho while playing Livy's strands of hair.

“Ta-but, is this not too fast?” ask Livy again.

Marcho's smile re-influenced perfectly to find his more chatty and talkative wife today.

“Of course not! Even for me it feels so late because I'm just going to taste my wife's body after a month of our marriage!” answer Marcho.

Livy gulped his saliva roughly because he couldn't possibly dodge any more with what Marcho wanted this afternoon. If every bride and groom will make happy memories on their first night, this may not be the case for Livy at all. Because he and Marcho will actually make memories in their first afternoon.

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