Second Wife Mr. Mafia
Part~206's

James, who had entered the cabin and passed into his private room, was looking for his wife when he did not see her following him.

"Where did it go ?" he murmured and came back out of the room and saw his wife was sitting in the middle with her men.

"Gosh, what's he doing there? does he want to tease my men ?" furious James, the trauma of Grace's actions made the man no longer believe in anyone either it was his own men.

Except Mark, though, because the man was much older than him even almost entering middle age so it is impossible to tempt the wife and his wife was not likely to be interested in a man who is more appropriate as his father.

"Who told you to sit there ?" James spoke in a high tone when he saw his wife with the origin of throwing her body in one seat along with his men.

"I'm alone, you want to sit down too? come here there is still one seat next to me." said Anne casually while patting the seat next to her and without her knowing if her husband is now ready to pounce on her.

While Mark and some of his men seem to hold back his smile when he sees his young mistress who is too innocent.

"Keep away from that chair !!" james' orders then with a wrathful face.

"Something wrong with the chair? it's also very soft here." Anne has not yet moved to pat the chair next to her as if to explain if the chair is very comfortable to sit on even in bed once.

"Do you stay away by yourself or do I help you ?" threatening James which of course made Anne immediately swallow her saliva.

Then a smile stares at the man. "I-I can be alone" he said as he left, it would be no fun if the man's scene helped him move from there into a spectacle of his men.

Because the man would definitely not use the usual way like pulling his hand to immediately move, considering the furious face of her husband who seemed impatient would soon carry her like a sack of rice.

Anne immediately shook her head as she thought about it, then she immediately followed her husband who was either taking her anywhere. To the end of the world also resigned indeed he could what if the man had willed.

After entering a room whose door in the bulkhead uses a horden as a separator with the room of the bodyguards, Anne looks glaring as she circulates her gaze to every corner of the room.

There was a large bed, a sofa and a table. It is like a hotel room but with a smaller size.

"Rest in bed if tired !!" james' orders then immediately made Anne shake her head, especially when she saw her husband took off his suit and left his shirt with two buttons on it that were deliberately opened to show a little feathers of his chest.

Seeing that Anne immediately shuddered in horror, it felt she was not ready if she had to do that considering after some time did not meet she felt nervous and awkward.

Especially when remembering the man's perverted actions in his house this morning, making his romantic fur immediately stand up.

"I'm not tired, so I'm just sitting here." Anne immediately threw her body on the sofa that was not far from her, then put on a grim face looking at her husband.

James seemed to shake his head, then he threw his weight next to the woman.

Roll up his shirt arm up to the elbow and then bring back the macbook out of his briefcase.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, I brought you a lunch menu" said a flight attendant as she entered.

The bule-faced woman looked sexy with tight clothes up to two large assets that poked a little as if to tempt anyone who saw her.

"Did he purposely dress like that ?" anne grumbled softly as she glanced at her husband who was focusing on looking at the food menu.

"You said something, madam ?" the flight attendant asked when she heard Anne's grumbling.

"No, I didn't say anything." said Anne convincingly.

"All right, so what do you want to order ?" said the flight attendant again.

Anne returned to focus on looking at her menu book and all the menus that were there were western food that actually did not match her tongue, especially when she was pregnant as she currently wanted to only eat Indonesian food.

"But you have to keep eating." James later said.

"So you order what, sir ?" The flight attendant immediately asked James with a slightly spoiled and seductive voice in Anne's ears.

"Can't he talk like he's talking to me ?" anne's grumpy look was upset and it did not escape James' supervision through the tail of her eyes.

"You said something madam ?" the stewardess chimps when she sees Anne say something.

"No." said Anne this time with a jutek.

"All right, Mr James, what do you want? if I'm confused I can choose for you." The flight attendant leaned over a bit to look at the menu book James was holding.

His large chest now seemed to be poking more and more clearly in front of the man.

"I suddenly felt nauseous" Anne said as she moved away from her seat, but James pulled her hand and forced her back into his seat.

"Chicken porridge only one portion" he said later.

"Drinking sir ?" said the flight attendant while upholding his body with a slightly sour face, because James did not even glance at him.

"Mineral water." James said.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, is there anything else ?" said the woman after taking down her order.

"Enough." James said without looking at the woman again.

After the flight attendant left Anne was relieved, as a fellow woman she was embarrassed to see how she had accentuated her assets to tease her husband.

Anne thought the flight attendant was also teasing the man when she came to pick him up a few days ago, considering her husband must have been wearing this private jet and with the same employee.

Imagine that Anne became upset herself, then her gaze toward the bed before her. They do something there too.

"Ah shit."

Anne immediately cussed her own thoughts that were too negative thinking of her husband.

"No need to think about it." said James who seemed to still focus on the macbook in front of him.

Anne who heard it immediately looked at the man in wonder if her husband could read her mind.

"What do you think I think ?" the fishing rod then, there is no way that her husband can read her mind shaman course not necessarily can.

"Depending on you." said James without turning to his wife, his finger seemed agile typing something on the keyboard.

"I'm asking you, Mr. James, it's not up to me." Anne quipped, his bad mood is getting worse because of the man's words.

"Do you want an explanation or practice ?" james said, this time he looked at his wife with a stick that of course made Anne immediately glared.

"Practice how ?"

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