My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 47 - Sin.

Along the way home Amara turned his face away, the view of the city out there seemed better than staring at the sinless face of Syakil beside him.

"On the count of three haven't looked at me. "torn your shirt, Amara."

Syakil's voice sounded flat, already almost eight minutes both just sit in the car driven by the driver slowly. The man crossed his chest so patiently waiting for the atmosphere of his wife back okay.

"One ... two ... Amara you don't pretend to be deaf, honey."

Always, force as always. The crazy man who came into his life with treasures abound but his brain was less and less this half the more the day became, thought Amara getting annoyed.

"Three .. three .. three!!"

The fact that Syakil's words were about to tear his wife's clothes off was indeed just a threat. Evidently this time it has counted three times the dress Amara clothes remain fine.

Feeling that the threat was failing and Amara looked relaxed, Syakil took a rough breath and rubbed his face in frustration. The presence of others in the car made him undo the intention.

"Mike stop the car," Syakil said suddenly, the man does not like to be opposed and is challenged to be ignored. Amara who seemed to not care about his words made Syakil's patience eroded.

"Good, Sir."

Amara who heard Syakil ask this to his driver suddenly caught up. What a strange thing, Amara was even afraid of her own husband. The man was not only unpredictable according to Amara, but his messum was extraordinary.

"Why stop?" asked Amara nervously and looked at the wonder of her husband, it felt like nothing was wrong. So why Syakil just ask Mike to stop everything.

"We'll stay here if you see it going out" he said briefly, solidly and this sucks for Amara.

The man did not approach, nor did he aggressively or forcibly pull Amara. Instead of continuing to wait and even so at home in his position.

"I see the front now."

Amara, who was still grieving because Syakil had his lips cut off in public, also refused to come closer, she looked forward and leaned back as proof that she was tired and wanted to go home right now.

"Close, Ra. Since when are we enemies like this."

Since when did he ask? It's been clear from when I've asked. Amara is delinquent and does not want to argue with her husband for now, it is up to Syakil because honestly if he looks at her husband's face tonight which is in Amara's mind just a feeling of endless shame.

"Why don't you slide, I'm comfortable here."

Amara does not want to budge while Syakil's ego tonight is just as high. He who is upset is ignored reluctant to persuade and feels lost self-esteem in the presence of his personal driver if it comes to begging Amara.

"Sama, I'm also more comfortable here .. but you know not one of those big sins what?"

"Disput the husband's words" he added later and Amara could only cluck softly.

"Alright, since I've been ruling but you pretend not to be horrified, what is the name if not object? Come closer if you don't want your sins to increase tonight."

Yes, as always Syakil's style if Amara is opposed is a lecture. There is only the material, although what he said was not wrong and from any point of view Syakil's speech was very, very true.

Well, inevitably Amara had to give up. The woman sitting at Syakil's side did not even melodak when the man wrapped his hands around his waist, no matter if he minimized the problem, the danger also if Syakil later issued a proposition because it was not followed by his will.

"Road, Mike .. but slow down."

Mike is used to Syakil being cold and not talkative feeling surprised even to feel that his employer is not the Syakil he knows. His boss had never brought Syakil with a woman, but he never expected that a woman by Syakil's side would create the drama she is today.

The roar of the car again exclaimed, breaking the streets of Los Angeles at night. Amara began to haunt when Syakil asked him to lean on his shoulder, this is indeed he who is tired or his body is spoiled.

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Arriving at his residence, Syakil carried Amara to his room. His wife was completely asleep when what happened at the restaurant was still wanting him to continue.

However, he had no intention of waking Amara up for a moment. From this sort of thing he was a little sane than Mikhail and did not impose his will and barged in while his wife was asleep.

Some time Syakil looked at the face of the wife who was now asleep. If you look at Amara like this, again what Syakil feels is just a matchless regret. She could have been possessed and made Amara cry that night.

"Sorry, Ra .. I'll completely lose my mind if you leave."

Syakil is not a weak man, but if Amara is lost from him then certainly Syakil's soul will not be perfect.

Drrtt Drrt

"Ck, just disturb," said Syakil when his phone rang and disturbed his calm. The man then chose to ignore it when the number listed he was not recognized at all.

"Kendrick shit, I told you not to just spread my cell phone number," upset Syakil berated his personal assistant who may be currently dreaming beautiful and imagining angels giving warmth to him.

-tbc

Assalamualaikum, hi sorry yes I upnya not three because yesterday yes I usually hampered manual review and so be not so excited. Today I brought a novel recommendation to read while Syakil up, cuss there.