Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 54

Sinful Angel Chapter 54

In one of the president's suite rooms at the hotel where the business seminar will be held later that night, the floor is filled with clothes strewn across. While on a large bed that was screeching, a white woman seemed to be busy bending her body over the athletic body of a man. The woman moved greedily, while the man below her seemed to be starting to drift, starting to get tired.

“Ta, I have not been strong to hold it.” The man who was breathing heavily was Radhika, his hands clutching the waist of the woman above him who was none other than Prita.

“Don't be Mas! I haven't arrived!” prita protests are upset, moving more wild which is precisely a mistake, making Radhika who has been cornered first reach the top when she is still busy spurring, only half way.

Stomping awake with a crimson expression of burning emotion, Prita came down roughly from her husband's body and grabbed just any sleeping robe folded on the wooden table by the side of the bed. The murmur is unusually upset because the needs of his physical demands are now often insatiable and this has been going on for about a month now. Prita is passionate about her pregnancy hormones, while Radhika instead begins to decrease her vitality for some reason.

“Mas why it sucks like this! So reduce smoking and stop drinking alcohol so that greng again like first. Mas Dhika never drank, right? It's been a month since I've made me hang every battle. I don't just need money!” angry shouting.

Prita massaged his pulsating head as a result of the failed release. Radhika grabs the blanket, covers it to her urian body. Exhausting tired breath.

“Ta, I told you I'm still tired because I just arrived, but you forced yourself. Didn't you stay well satisfied last week after I rested properly? Your husband stayed up a lot for the company you adore so much and alcohol plus cigarettes helped me stay awake. Try to understand, Ta. Not just just want to be understood.” Radhika did not raise her tone. He was really tired at the moment and did not have the energy to argue with the always superior and stubborn Prita.

“But Mas must also understand my other needs! The company is important, but a hot bed for me is no less important!” sergeant Prita is strong, his voice high.

“Okay, I get it. Sorry. Here, dear, I give it another way,” he said gently, reaching out to Prita who was standing by the side of the bed.

Prita swerved sharply. “Means another way like some time back when Mas also suddenly sucked in bed?” added fierce.

Called bad by his own wife honestly makes Radhika offended. But this is not the time to indulge his anger, giving intimate caresses to the woman he loved in heart since he was still his best friend's wife is much more important so that the wife's anger subsides.

“That is important to both achieve satisfaction is not it? Come here, my dear.” Radhika really sincerely offers. However, it actually makes Prita inflamed.

Radhika's jaw tightened instantly. Tricked by Prita he can still support his emotions. However, when compared in terms of the manly might of a man, his most beautiful wrath darted into the crown.

Throwing a blanket, Radhika grabbed her boxer lying on the floor. Without a word and a smile, she passed out of the room leaving the still fiery Prita, towards the door that was connected to the private pool. Without further ado, Radhika throws herself into the pool instead of continuing to argue with Prita. Fear of his anger darkens his eyes and makes him act out of reason to the woman who still keeps his bad-tempered chatter in the room because it feels ignored.

Bisma and Tya set foot in the lobby of a luxurious five-star hotel at about three in the afternoon. They stay at this hotel, the hotel that will be the place where the business seminar will be held.

Since getting off the plane at the airport, Bisma took Tya as a newlywed couple in general. Moreover, when entering the hotel area, he tightened the embrace on Tya's waist, not letting his guard loosen, just in case Prita's spies were watching their actions.

Their arrival was warmly welcomed by the hotel as SOP applies at the hotel. The hotel staff offered to bring their luggage to the room that had been booked before.

“You want to coffee or ngeteh first in the cafe of this hotel, or want to go directly to the room? You look like a headache,” Bhishma told Tya.

The bisma guess is true. Tya was hit by a headache because he was not used to boarding a plane. Even Tya just knew that the temperature in the plane was very cold, inversely proportional when he dropped at the airport when he found the weather in Bali was sunny was even hotter than Jakarta which was fairly hot for him. Produces headaches and painful eyes in an instant.

“I think I really need tea,” replied Tya honestly.

The bisma let the hotel attendants bring their luggage. Taking Tya to a cafe that is designed ideal for relaxing relaxation relaxes fatigue, still located in the hotel area. Bisma ordered tea, coffee and some types of pastry. Sitting next to Tya on a soft long chair in front of which there is a large translucent glass, presenting a view of the stretch of beautiful beach lips as far as the eye can see.

Tya looked around, admiring the interior design of the cafe that felt very Balinese. It's just that his two eyes immediately fiddled when he caught a figure in a dark green shirt with a spaghetti strap entering the cafe alone. The figure that made him a symbiotic partner with the man who was fiddling with the phone next to him.

“Mas, that's your ex-wife right?” whispered Tya into the ears of Bisma, alert full of anticipation.

Seriate.