My Rich Husband's
The Part 89
Arriving at the apartment, George immediately exerted all the capabilities of his long-buried hacker.
The man was struggling in front of his advanced laptop. He's looking for all the information about the Dawson family. All the web he searched, even to the dark web though.
Ten hours, the man was like he was not tired. Perhaps, rather than himself tired of thinking about women, it was better to spend time on more useful things.
“Once the two island oars are exceeded,” he said grinning tat when he got very surprising information. He got it from the dark web, apparently the Dawson family sold a criminal information on the site.
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“Morning kiss.” Davis gave Diora the code to kiss her by putting her index finger on her lips.
Diora pressed her lips together and pulled back her head. “Already.” A red gush came out from both of his cheeks. She was so embarrassed, feeling like a cheap woman just playing kissing a man.
“That's a kiss not a kiss,” protests Davis does not accept. “Repeat,” door.
“Same, both bring together both lips,” elak Diora who does not want to repeat it. He is still shy of cats today.
“Don't tell me you can't do that? or do you not know how? or have you never done it?” lecar Davis.
Diora smiled clumsyly, her hands scratching her suddenly itchy head, maybe she was in a flurry. But there's no way a sultan's wife has dandruff on her head. Dust alone is less likely to stick to his skin.
“Let me teach you how to kiss.”
Needless to say, Davis immediately held the nape of his wife. She joined her lips with Diora. Sipping it full of passion.
Diora did not reply, the woman was confused as to what to do. She just accepts what her husband does.
“I'm like kissing a statue,” as good as Davis.
“You said to me like a statue!” A small painful pinch landed on Davis' muscular stomach.
“Then what if not a statue? you didn't reply in the least,” Davis protested. “We repeat again until you are proficient.”
Davis repeated it again. The second experiment, Diora finally started to reply a little. Until the fifth experiment, the woman was instantly proficient.
“For what? You're very clever, even you keep breathing as long as we're clashing tongues,” Davis said.
“In the novel I read, if kissing must be the man said like that.”
Toyoran Davis gave it to his wife. “Novel again ... novel again .. I will really punish you if you read the novel again, I do not want your brain tainted.”
“Iya,” reply Diora lazy.
The woman got out of bed to the bathroom. He was about to clean his body, then prepare to go to the campus to do the test.
“Why are you following me?” diora tat protest when her husband entered the bathroom.
“I also want to get ready to go to the office,” explained Davis, he immediately took off all his clothes, without shame in front of Diora.
“Aaa .. You are crazy yes!” Diora relented, herself choosing to go out and bathe downstairs. Her chest was pounding, she had already imagined scenes in the novel doing something in the bathroom.
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The couple is now having breakfast together. Diora painstakingly fed her husband, she was used to eating a plate together and a spoon together.
“Your phone reads.” Diora pointed to a flat object with an apple logo.
Davis looked at his phone, then picked it up without moving from the dining table.
“Who?” diora asked after Davis hung up.
“George, I have to go to the office now, there is a very important affair,” said. “You okay going alone?”
“Hmm ... go, I'm still thirty minutes away from campus,” explained Diora as she looked at Richard Mille's clock coiled in her hand.
“Kiss before leaving.” Davis brought his face closer to Diora.
There was another tongue-in-cheek fight for the sixth time this morning. First, only Davis complained.