Married Boss Possessive
the pain of a boss

Garra enters, the Brescout yard at the rate of the car

driving her forced to get home quickly, Garra wanted to ask

sorry to Maira, as soon as possible.

Garra's body temperature is getting hotter, up the stairs,

make it difficult, and must work hard first can get to the

their rooms.

Garra turned the doorknob, her head growing more and more pronounced

dizzy, his eyes were twitching until the moment the door opened he collapsed just at the moment

Maira's going out.

 that way the body

Garra who would collapse deftly in the embrace by Maira.

“Mr Garra.” Maira's heart was shocked

by supporting Garra's body.

“Yes geez your body hot once.’ Bring Garra to bed.

Maira laid Garra down, with a heart, and took

compress to relieve the heat of Garra.

“What master has eaten.” Maira asked in the middle of squeezing

towel with cold water.

There was no answer, Garra was exhausted and did not answer

that question, Maira again checked Garra's pulse, then glued it

his ears are near Gara's chest, to focus on listening to Garra's heart beat.

Maira tried to calculate Garra's heartbeat for one

minutes, far from the normal word Maira so a little worried.

Not 60 let alone 100 in one minute, too weak even Maira repeated several times to make sure but no one approached the two numbers above.if not 20 must be only 23 only.

too weak, right!

Confused what

he must do. Maira holds Garra's warm hand, trying to give

the energy, but the corner of the lips lifted heard Garra's stomach.

The voice made Maira smile. Then move on before

put Garra's hand on the bed.

Maira glanced at Garra before she left

to go to the kitchen but Garra's voice made the smile on Maira's face disappear.

“Sasha ...” Garra muttered involuntarily.

Maira's body trembled, her footsteps stiff, her eyes began

watering, his chest again feels tight, several times Maira exhaled

rough breathing.

Trying to talk, with a chest that feels tight before

leaving Garra lying down. “ I stay in the kitchen first sir.”

Maira said with a heart that seemed to be in strong squeeze, it hurt.

Trying to come to terms with the situation, which just happened.

Doing his activities in the kitchen, which is to make porridge for Garra. Maira

washing rice with a roar of uncomfortable feeling.

it flowed down his face, with trembling hands.

“Do not forget about your status Maira.” Maira muttered

himself before he prepared the almost cooked porridge.

Whose heart does not hurt to hear the name of another woman in the

said by someone who has the status of her husband was indeed from the beginning of their relationship was wrong, no, should not be

each other harbors feelings but, which human can hold the name

a feel.

Remember the foliage alone can not be separated from its observation, let alone the feeling of a human being.

After preparing the porridge Maira rushed back to the room,

bring porridge to Mr. Garra.

As Maira opens the door, Garra looks to be leaning in

that soft headboard.

“You've woken up sir." Tanya Maira approached and put down

the tray contained porridge on the table, then helped Garra who was about to sit leaning back.

'I've prepared the porridge, later after the meal, sir

can take medicine.” Maira explained after helping Garra lean.

Maira took a bowl of porridge and then fed Garra, slowly.

And somehow the atmosphere feels awkward, if only Maira might be reasonable

because of Garra's remark earlier, making him have to be aware of his position but

how is it possible, a Garra william to be sensitive to the situation, what has made him like that?

The porridge was devoured by Garra, with no remains.

“You can call Rama's secretary, to ask for medicine,

I don't know what to buy you.” medicine Maira is giving water

drink.

“No need, I've done it.” Sahut Garra noticed

Mairas.

“Good.” Packing tableware Garra “ Emm what are you

need something sir.” Ask Maira before returning to the kitchen.

“No.” Further Garra said “ Quickly come back, I

need your body.” Garra avoided Maira's gaze.

“Ah good sir.” Maira forced a smile.

Maira walked towards the kitchen, those fucking tears coming back

dripping with perfection. “Bed warmer apparently.” Maira's muttering continues

just feeling the pain in his heart.

Well the name is also a contract marriage, then it can not handle

call love and feelings because they are black on white.

In the kitchen Maira compresses her eyes for a moment with ice water, no

want to be caught Garra if she's crying.

"It looks like this doesn't look like it.” Maira

look at his face in the mirror