My Rich Husband's
Part 47's
“Why are you still here?” diora shouted as she exited the bathroom of the hotel where they were staying. Davis was sitting sweetly on the balcony of the suite. Fortunately, he was wearing a new dress that Davis had bought from a boutique.
“Waiting for you,” Davis replied. He gave a hand signal for Diora to come closer and sit in her front seat.
Diora rolled her eyeballs lazily, but she kept her feet up to the balcony and sat not sweetly in front of Davis.
“What's up? I'm very tired, want to rest soon,” ketus Diora while yawning.
“Tomorrow we will get married,” explained Davis telling them their wedding day.
“What?” cry Diora. His eyes were perfectly rounded, this time he was really made shocked and even in disbelief. “Why is it fast?” be puzzled.
“Quickly or later is the same, you still have to pay your debt by being my wife,”, Davis said with a sly smile. “Sign this.” He gave her a brown envelope containing a stamped document.
“What is this?” Diora picked up the brown envelope that was on her front desk.
“Open it,” Davis said.
“Agreement letter?” diora said after taking out her document and skimming through the most prominent writing in bold with all uppercase letters.
“Yes, you must sign it as a guarantee that you have paid your debt on the terms I mentioned in the letter,” Davis pointed out with the chin of the document currently held by Diora. “Bacah! You have to run everything to pay the debt.”
Diora began reading the letter of agreement made unilaterally by Davis without asking him.
“So your name is Drake Davis Domonique,” bright Diora after reading first party name. He finally found out the name of the man who always wanted to.
“You must remember my name.” Davis pulled out a nicotine stick, his lips tasted bland one day without a sip of nicotine.
“My lips taste bitter if not sip it.” Davis took out a box of dried tobacco wrapped in kretek paper. To bring out new ones.
“So you don't smoke!” exclaiming Diora took the box wrap, poking all its contents on top of the trash can. “You can replace it with another,” the proposal after sitting back down.
“Then you must replace my cigarette for me asap.” Davis smiled meaningfully towards Diora. Closer his head, ready to take a sip of something that arouses his taste.
“Get rid of your dirty thoughts.” Diora pushed Davis head on.
“If you forbid me to smoke, then you must want to replace it in another way,” Davis asserted with a perverted grin.
“Ssttt ...” Diora placed an index finger on her lips, gesturing for Davis to shut up. “I was exploring the contents of your agreement letter,” he added lifting the paper he held.
Five seconds later, Diora laughed out loud to make Davis wonder. There was nothing funny about the deal he made.
“Your life is thirty-five years,” said Diora paused as she continued her laughter. “You are more suitable for me to call uncle than husband,” always.
Davis stared intently at Diora, making the beautiful woman instantly silent and holding back from laughing again.
“I'm just kidding,” let Diora give a forced smile.
“Continue reading it, I am sure you will not be as happy as you are today,” Davis said. Pointing out the important points that Diora had to do during her time as his wife.
Sure enough, Diora's face immediately flexed after reading some points that did not benefit her at all. All points only benefit Davis all.