Not Just an Obsession

Not Just an Obsession
Chapter 90: Missing a Touch


Two weeks later.


Leaving the company Papa Finola is still in the process of acquisition, and Hesron who is on a honeymoon around Europe, there is Bratt who is trying his hardest to resist his desire not to touch Alea even though Bratt has been able to visit his children.


Like tonight, in order to resist his desire, Bratt brought his work home so that there was a reason to work in his study at home and would just get out of his study after about Alea was asleep.


At 22:30.


Bratt came out of his study, convinced that Alea was asleep.


Chequek. Bratt opened the door.


He took a deep breath and threw it away before entering the room.


"Hopefully Alea is asleep." Bratt prayed and walked into the room.


Bratt let out a sigh of relief when he saw Alea was already asleep.


Bratt walked up to the bed and went up to the bed.


Cup. He kissed Alea on the forehead first before he turned off the room lights by using the remote and turned on the sleeping lights on the nightstand next to him.


After the lighting in the room dimmed, Bratt began to close his eyes.


But it was only a minute that Bratt closed his eyes, suddenly Alea hugged herself while kissing her neck.


It turned out that Alea was only pretending to be asleep when Bratt entered the room.


Alea couldn't sleep because she missed Bratt's touch. Wanting to catch up with the work space, Alea did not want to disturb her husband to work because she knew now that Bratt's work was piling up since Hesron took time off, while Dan, her new assistant was just doing an easy job. Alea waited for Bratt to enter the room.


Gaining a touch from Alea, Bratt opened his eyes.


"You haven't slept, honey?" Ask Bratt.


"I can't sleep." Alea replied as she continued to kiss Bratt's neck to give Bratt a sting. Even Alea's hands were trying to sneak into the boxer Bratt was wearing.


Feeling Alea's hand trying to sneak into the boxer, Bratt quickly caught Alea's hand and placed Alea's hand on her chest.


"Sleep, it's night. You don't remember the doctor's message that you can't sleep too late." Bratt.


"But I can't sleep Bratt, I miss you." Whisper Alea with a seductive tone.


"Tomorrow, I'm tired." Reject Bratt.


Alea kept her body away from Bratt.


"Are you playing with another woman out there. Did you bring the ja*lang to your apartment, huh?!" Alea's question was intimidating.


"What the hell are you talking about! Obviously I went home from work and came straight home."


"You could have taken that ja*lang to your apartment this afternoon!"


"I'm not like that Alea! Trust me, I love you so much and will never play around with ja*lang again."


"Then why did you reject me! I miss your touch Bratt!" Reply Alea while sobbing.


Seeing Alea begin to cry, Bratt pulled Alea's body and carried her in his arms.


"You think you're the only one who misses touch! I'm also Alea, even now I'm going crazy for having to hold back my passion and give up on channeling it myself. I'm afraid to hurt you and our children like Alea did." Reply Bratt.


"The doctor said it wasn't Bratt if you did it gently."


"That's the problem, honey, I'm scared in the middle of the street and playing rough."


"Reason! Just tell me you're no longer acting* with me!"


"You're still very appreciative*give it to me dear, the proof is now that Bang Jago has woken up." Reply Bratt.


"I'm really afraid of the Caliph, dear." Bratt said again.


"If you're afraid of the caliphate, what if I'm the lead." Alea Fresh.


"You'll be tired! I don't want you to be tired! If you're not pregnant, I'll gladly accept your offer!" Reject Bratt.


"Hishi!!!" Alea growled while hitting Bratt's chest a little tight.


"So you won't touch me? Don't want to visit your kids? All righty!! Then let the imitation items visit your children!" Alea said and got off the bed. He was about to walk to the dressing room to pick up the imitation of Bang Jago that Alea secretly brought while picking up things in his old apartment after officially divorcing Jonas.


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