My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 28 - Getting Started (Self)

All day, Syakil chose to leave Amara after a morning shower. Regretted? Not really, Amara was just a little afraid that Syakil was actually angry.

For whatever sake this morning he was just in shock and not ready to be forced. Amara picked up Shakil's clothes scattered on the floor with her trembling hands, as long as Syakil was still in her room hiding behind a blanket.

"Am I being too much?"

Halfway through, even Amara was already lulled with all the touches of Syakil. However, it was strange why he shuddered in horror when Syakil had almost broken into his defense.

Amara sat on the floor leaning against her bed, Shakil's clothes now in her arms. Syakil's perfume was so attached, that his clothes sweat all the time he came home.

While on the other hand, the man was sitting on the sofa of the family room while enjoying his favorite cartoon, yes not much different from the older brother, Syakil also likes.

The man bounces and enjoys the melon cut he asked of Ida before choosing himself so.

"Am I being too rude?"

Confused actually, the fault where. Is he who is too hasty and impressed pushy to make Amara scared, but Syakil sure the way is right.

"Or maybe because he's innocent?"

I don't know, Syakil is also plain if by action. However, if the theory he is good even his ability has matched Mikhail.

"Ck, I think Zia used to be innocent .. Their age is also not much different, strange if that's the reason."

Whatever the reason, Syakil's heart remains hollow. Although Syakil did not show if he was angry, he was still very upset because his head was twitching.

"Aarr!!!"

Syakil hit the wind because his regret was already in the crown. The man then threw the fork he used to enjoy the fresh fruit.

With the still overwhelming annoyance, the man grabbed his phone and called Mikhail to ask where he was wrong. Of course he will not tell you how in detail, just say the keyword usually Mikhail will understand himself.

"Boddoh, no matter how you warm up if you're afraid!! Besides it's still morning, where's the guy who did it in the morning? Breaking the law the first night of his name, Syakil.

Instead of providing a solution, Mikhail just nagged here and there. The man had so many protests, indeed the basis of a strange man who was not clear in every way, Shakil grumbled later.

"Keep what should it be? I'm just practicing but he's crying for real, I'm confused, brother." Syakil snorted in annoyance once again.

Your snoring exercise!! Half-bold to call it training?Already know the wife is afraid still forced .. stress!!

"Aaaaah have kept quiet you, really don't solve the problem." Hearing Mikhail who actually blames himself, Syakil hangs up his phone and prefers to look for information in various sources to correct the error.

Amara is no longer a minor, but why does it feel like Syakil is asking a teenager to serve him. Already done in a subtle way, is it possible to swallow Amara late? He thought many times about this.

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The orange spray on the horizon is now changed, replaced by the night along with the frenetic dimming of the capital. Her in-laws still haven't come home either, Amara thinks they did on purpose.

"Is it right? What is covered up like this?"

Amused, he slightly stiffly looked at his reflection in the mirror. The lingerie that now wrapped her body made Amara feel foreign to her own body.

"But this is Zia's choice, I think it's right."

Amara nodded surely as she pursed her lips. Zia said, the husband will submit if his wife gives pleasure and tries to make him smile every day, and one of the most telling ways is this.

A few minutes later Amara waited, her husband not yet back. After dinner Syakil pampit to go to his papa workspace on the first floor, yes even though the way Syakil pamit a little cold still he did because he did not want Amara to think things out.

Five minutes, fifteen minutes and almost thirty minutes Amara waited in the room but Syakil had not returned. Her instincts said to go out immediately to find where the husband was.

Just wearing a thin red lingerie that was so contrasting with her skin, Amara headed for the room that she was sure it was Ibra's office, the in-laws.

"Syakil .. I'm in."

She courageous? Actually venturing. If only her in-laws were in a house where maybe Amara dared to leave the room with clothes lacking this material.

From a distance of several meters, her husband who seemed busy with his laptop, now looked up and looked at her that sharp. A little panicked when Amara approached in such clothes, but he tried to remain silent and show his flat face.

"Why?" tanya Syakil is cold but his body has been unusually hot since seeing the presence of an angel with clothes that now make the surge of love Syakil back smoldering.

"It's still busy?" amara asked a little stiff, he was more confused when Syakil looked ordinary even though he had been picked up in this way.

"Lumayan," he answered turning his eyes, Syakil did not lie. There's some work he's doing tonight.

"When you're busy, I'll wait for you to finish." Amara who was already embarrassed still tried to look ordinary and chose to sit on the sofa not far from there.

Siallan!! Syakil will not be able to pretend to be cold when the heat all over his body has spread like this. Quickly he turned off his laptop then approached Amara who was now sitting sweetly on the soft sofa.

"You ... teasing me again?" syakil asked rubbed his face rough, seeing Amara who was now looking up without guilt obviously made Syakil want to pounce on him this second as well.

"Wear clothes like this what? Want to torture again, Amara? My head hurts amazingly, darling this afternoon .. Don't be that bad, Ra." Syakil gave up, he fretted and now rattled his hair.

"We continued earlier, I will not cry anymore .. promise."

When Syakil was at the height of anxiety, Amara came and showed a green light as fast as that. It was clear that Syakil rose up to the seventh heaven.

"Lying, you'll cry again." Syakil suspects Amara will be just like any other woman.

"No going! Oath .. but you don't make that kayak earlier, I'm surprised," pinta Amara with her lips that are now advancing a few centi, it feels very curious Syakil craze, he said, for whatever sake his wife does not look tempting but Syakil has lost half his sane level.

"You ask, if you cry out just look out .. I won't stop, Amara." Syakil pressed down on every word, the man pulled Amara so close in his arms, the wife asking then there would be no reason for Syakil to stop.

"Yes, I asked," said Amara then dyed it briefly without Syakil asking.

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