Mr. Dev (CEO of Seoul)
Deal

The morning welcomed, Agya who was still standing on the bed with a white blanket covering her innocent body. In some parts of his body there are so many traces of Dev's violence last night. Oh how savage the man was, he did it not even once.

"Ance is not enough for me." Dev's words last night that made Agya instantly silent a thousand languages, he put his body in shreds by Dev as he pleased.

"He's not awake yet?" Dev, who had just returned from the kitchen, approached his wife and joined her in bed. The man looked fresh and fit as if he was not doing any strenuous activities.

A triumphant smile appears on Dev's lips, recalling their argument last night that ended in bed.

Cup

"Dear." Dev moves his hand, gently rubbing Agya's face and lips together to make the woman moan in her sleep.

"Dev." vaguely heard Agya's heavy voice, he wrinkled his face as he felt pain all over his body especially in his core.

"What's the matter, baby?" ask Dev to panic.

"sick." Agya muttered, she was so reluctant to open her eyes, let alone move her body. Everything hurts now, even his head feels heavy because he only slept for two hours.

"ill? Over where? In here?" unceremoniously Dev touches Agya's core, causing her to scream and beat her husband's naughty hand.

"Dev, don't touch him!" chirps Agya unsheathed a sharp look. "You hurt me."

"sorry. I didn't mean it." Dev pulled back his hand, "What's the pain?" his question then was answered only a brief nod by Agya.

"We're going to the hospital right now." with his face still covered in panic, Dev immediately grabbed Agya's body into his carrier.

"No-no, don't be silly!"

"ridiculous? You're sick, shouldn't you be taken to the hospital?"

"With this body condition?" chirp Agya stared at his body that was not covered by a thread, because the blanket he was wearing had been added on the floor.

"Gosh, I'm really crazy. Wait a minute, I'll get you your clothes."

"no need. I don't want to go to the hospital."

"Why? You are sick Agyaaa." cried Dev frustrated, he felt guilty now especially after seeing the swollen and bruised core of Agya.

"Yeah, I know. But what will you say at the hospital? Doc, help my wife, is she hurt because I've had it so many times violently? Haha." Agya was devastated, he could not see Dev's frustrated face. The man's face was really very funny when panicked like this.

But not with Dev who immediately showed his cold face. "I don't like jokes."

"Ehm, yeah-yeah. I know you don't like to joke. But Dev, we don't need to go to the hospital, I'm fine really." Agya reassured her husband again as she gently rubbed the man's cold face.

"You're sick, you're in pain because of me. Do you think I'll just let you go?"

"Devs." Agya again rubbed Dev's face, a face filled with guilt. "I'm fine, the pain will definitely go away, maybe after being compressed with warm water."

"On compress? Will it cure you?"

"Yes, maybe."

"Wait here, I'll get him some warm water now" Dev said, removing Agya from his sling and carefully laying her back on the bed.

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Moments later, Dev returns with a warm water container in his hand. The man directly copres Agya's body gently and cautiously. While Agya can only resign, initially he refuses, he wants to compress his own body but Dev keeps clean hard to help him. Not only that, the man also helped Agya to clean herself, dry her hair and even help put her on clothes. It's completely insane, Dev incarnated into a good angel after last night the man became a mad tiger.

"I love you." Dev pulls Agya into his arms, peeping his wife's head repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I promise I won't do it again."

"Eum Dev, do we have to make a deal?"

"Deal?" Dev let go of his embrace with a deeply furrowed forehead. "For what?"

"For us, for your good and especially for my good."

"Don't say you-."

"Yes, I want us to make a deal about it. 4 times a month?"

"You're crazy, you want to see me suffer?"

"Then how many? I don't want you to do it every day. Ah no, but every time you always want me."

"Isn't that normal?"

"What's? You're a hyperse* guy*"

"6 times a week."

"Dev, it's the same as you do it every day." Agya strode out of the walk-in closet, following Dev who came out first.

"5 times a week?" haggard Dev again. The man stood in front of the dressing table, tidying up the suit wrapped in his burly body.

"4 times a week."

"Okay, not a bad idea" he said with a satisfied smile as he shook his head. It felt like he wanted to laugh out loud with their chatter this time, but he did not do it because he saw Agya's annoyed face.

"Don't bend your face like this. I'll do it only when you let me." said Dev stroking Agya's slightly pale face.

"Promise?"

"Hm."

"Reply correctly." said Agya, he did not believe the words of the man in front of him.

"Yeah baby, I promise. I'm sorry." he said staring fixedly at Agya's two brown eye beads. Surely he will not repeat his wild deeds last night, he does not want to make Agya in pain like this again.

"Good God I forgot. Today I will do research at Wilantara Group. I should have been there by now." Agya patted his eel, he completely forgot about the weightless chat.

"No, you're still sick, you can't go anywhere. Sit quietly at home and rest a lot."

"But Dev, what if my proposal is returned. I don't want my proposal rejected again for the umpteenth time."

"It seems you forgot one thing dear. I'm Deva Wilantara, CEO of Wilantara Group. How can I return my wife's proposal hm?"

"But still Dev, I have to be professional and you have to be. I don't want you interfering in my business."

"You're my wife. Your business is my business too."

"I'm going to stick to Wilantara Group today" Agya said, returning to walk in closet to change her clothes.

"We'll go together."

"Whatever."

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"You're just going to Wilantara Group not to a fashion show, dress up accordingly."

"Look at how chatty my husband is. Can you send him to Mars for a minute?!" gerutu Agya, stared at the reflection of Dev's face in the mirror. "I only wear thin makeup, after all I always wear makeup like this every time I go to college."

"Ah I forgot, no matter how thin I wear make up. I'll always look beautiful, won't I, Mr Deva Wilantara?" Agya got up from her seat, then stepped towards Dev who was standing by the bed.

"It's so much confidence." Dev grabbed his tie and wrapped it around his neck.

"So I'm not pretty? All right, I'll just ask Secretary Kim."

"Hey, don't fuck around. If you do that, I can assure you that Secretary Kim won't be here again."

"You fired him?"

"Yes, why not."

"Jeez, how jealous you are." Agya takes over Dev's tie and puts it around her husband's neck.

"It's over, can we go now?"

"We have breakfast first." Dev looked back at his face in the mirror. Making sure he's really handsome.

"Breakfast? I haven't made any food for us to eat breakfast."

"I made it."

"You?"

"Yes" said Dev, wrapping his hands around Agya's waist and bringing the woman into the kitchen.

"Dev, you cooked all this." Agya turned her head towards Dev, looking at the man with a look of disbelief. Before then he looked back at the food that had been served at the dining table.

"Yes, just spaghetti."

"I still can't believe it. Can you cook? Ah or did you order it at your restaurant?"

"You doubt my abilities? What can Deva Wilantara not do? It's all my forte, I mean your fun in bed, let alone just making spaghetti."

"Dev!"

"Haha, sit down, baby. I'm so hungry." said Dev danced a chair for his wife.

"I'm not sure what it's like."

"You haven't tried it yet, don't just judge." Dev chirped.

"Well, Lets try." Agya picked up the spoon next to the spaghetti plate, about to try her husband's cooking but his intention was reduced when his phone rang the sign of the incoming message.

"Don't play with your phone while eating."

"Wait a minute."

Gyaa, where are you? Help me, I'm afraid

Please save me Gyaa, I'm so scared.

"Dev, Della." After reading a message from Della, Agya immediately showed the short message to Dev. His hands shook, even the anxiety that enveloped his body now.

Dev immediately grabbed Agya's phone, contacted his wife's best friend to confirm her condition. Shortly after, their phones were connected.

"Hallo Agya's. What was? Why'd you call me?"

"Della, are you okay? You just sent me a short message containing-."

"Oh my god Gyaa. I-I'm sorry, my sister was holding my phone. He must be working on you."

"really?" Agya looked in disbelief, especially after hearing Della's hoarse voice.

"I-iyaa, I'm fine. You don't have to worry about me. It's old, yeah, I still have business."

"Ehm, okay."

"Continue eating." said Dev, putting Agya's phone on the table.

"Dev, Della's voice sounded hoarse, she was like frightened. I'm not sure she's okay."

"You didn't hear what he said? She's doing just fine. Don't overthink it."

"But Dev-."

"Gyaa."

"Ehm, i-yeah. I'm going to eat now." said Agya, hurriedly he took a fork and ate his food back.

"Immediately make sure of Della's condition" Dev wrote in a short message he had just sent to secretary Kim.

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