My Rich Husband's
The Part 103
Cassandra and Celine are so angry they can't find Natalie in the basement.
“Arghhhh .. how did he get out of here?” raung Cassandra, kicking the iron chair so powerful because it was so emotional that the chair bounced. “Aww...hurt!” he nodded while holding his feet.
“Hahaha .. continue ma ... kick again firmly, stronger again!” Celine was so happy to hear that groan that she had not heard for two days.
“What you said! You're a brash ya!” cassandra's beaver, banging her own son's head against the wall so hard that blood came out of Celine's temple.
“A-forgiveness ma .. geez,” please Celine clench her hands with tears of pain.
Cassandra closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet sound of her son's crying in her ear. Such a terrible smile rose on that face that was not how beautiful it was. The face full of falsehood that has been operated on plastic up to dozens of times that.
“Ahh .. Your voice is so sweet, dear.” Caressing Celine's face with eyes that were so murderous, wiping the blood on her child's temple and licking it.
“Aware ma ... I'm your son!” Celine slapped Cassandra's face hard.
A second later the woman began to wake up. “You, why? Why are you bleeding?” Cassandra was panicking.
“Forget it, we have to find that bitch,” Celine said, shaking her mother's hand. He could die on the spot if he didn't distract the old lady with the mental disorder. Immediately stand to browse corner by corner of the room.
“Try you searched all over this place!” Cassandra's Edict. “That woman is impossible to get out of this underground area,”.
The area is very difficult to find, because the door is so hidden and access the key using fingerprints. Only a certain person can enter it.
Corner after corner they keep looking, even to the pit of ants. But they still can't find Natalie.
“Not anywhere.” Celine's slow-moving as an omen.
“Dawson! He must have hidden it!” accuse Cassandra with annoyed eyes.
So enjoy the togetherness of the couple, until they forget to eat something. Hot sports that occur repeatedly that, make them lulled with lust.
The clock is already showing at twelvepm Finnish time. Davis and Diora are still in the Triple D Corp office.
“My love.” Diora shook her husband's body.
“Hmm ...” Not intending to open his eyes, Davis remained faithful to his wife.
“I'm hungry,” whining Diora, the sound of worms in the stomach that have done mass demo it sounds so loud in the ears.
Immediately opening his eyes, Davis looked at the clock that was above the nightstand. “It's midnight,” murmured, it's worth his wife so rumbling. “You home?” stain it very gently.
Diora nodded her head while stroking her stomach.
“We shower first,” take Davis.
“No,” reject Diora. “I don't want to shower with you, my body is so tired.”. Her sacred brain that had been contaminated with the scene of bathing together in the novel that she often read, began traveling everywhere imagining what scenes would happen if bathing together, he said, he might not come home and eat. “You, take a shower first,” the door.
“Good.” The man was so obedient to his wife's orders. He got off the hot bed and hurried to clean himself.
Ten minutes later, the splashing sound of the shower was no longer heard, a sign that Davis had finished bathing.
“I've prepared warm water for you at bathup.” Davis came out with a bathrobe while drying his hair with a towel.
Diora began to stand with a blanket as her cover. “Aaaa ...,” shouted.