My Hot Enemy's
The Part 57
Alceena didn't ask any more questions. He was already quite happy when Dariush started to want to touch him like before. Both hands are increasingly tightly holding on to the neck of the man, and the head was deliberately buried in the chest of the field wrapped in a fragrant shirt. What a scent that he so desperately wanted to breathe every day.
Dariush takes Alceena into his family's car. Dominique of course has companies spread in various European countries, of course they have vehicles as transportation when doing work in each country.
Carefully, Dariush sat Alceena in the back seat, and she went inside as well. The second son of the Dominique family did not drive alone if he was abroad, he used a driver who is more familiar with the Munich area.
“To the nicest hospital here!” dariush orders after he sits beside Alceena.
“Good, Mr.” The driver immediately drove the four-wheeled vehicle.
Alceena's eyes couldn't stop staring at Dariush. His stomach that had been sick had now disappeared.
Dariush looked to the side and the two men looked at each other. “Sleep first, use my thighs as his pillow. If it's there, I'll wake up.” He made an offer while patting the body part in question.
Alceena of course commented on the smile. “Bby?”
“Of course.” Dariush slightly pulled the woman's hand and let Alceena sleep on her thigh.
‘Nyaman, when I used to not like being near Dariush, now it is just the opposite,’ said Alceena in the heart. He stared greedily at Dariush's face from below while stroking his stomach.
While Dariush who is aware if it continues to be viewed also lowered his face. “Why? It hurts his stomach?” With a very soft tone of speech he asked. The left hand also stroked the stomach of Alceena, while the right side rubbed the top of the head. “Sabar, we check with the doctor. Rest first, if it has arrived I will wake up.”
Alceena raised her eyebrows. “How do you know if my stomach hurts?” This is strange, the feeling he did not tell anyone if the part of his body that filled the fetus had felt pain and cramps.
“Don't brag, Dariush. I saw you with a woman at the party,” reprimanded Alceena who wanted to lure the man to tell the truth about the couple he had seen and trigger stomach pain.
“Why with that woman? Are you jealous?”
Alceena raised her shoulders. “I just don't like to see it.”
Dariush chuckles while menoel nose pointed Alceena. “You just need to say that jealousy, is it hard to lower your prestige?”
Alceena blasts her lips and turns the position to be tilted, facing forward. ‘If I have no appointment with Cathleen, I have said so and asked you to accompany me during this torturous pregnancy if you are not near you.’ He did not answer Dariush's question, muttering to himself in his heart.
“Why shut up? Is the question too difficult?” Dariush asked another question.
Alceena shook her head until her blond hair swiped on Dariush's cloth pants. “I don't have an answer to your question.” He tried to give up because he did not want to drop anyone's name, including Cathleen if she told him the real condition. Alceena doesn't want to have a bad relationship with her biological sister. Because, of course, if Mr. Dominique's son knew the matter with Cathleen, Dariush would not remain silent.
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