The Conqueror of Love the Heir
White Towel

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Nayla wakes up in the morning blind. He blinked his eyeballs slowly to neutralize the incoming light. Time showed at four o'clock in the morning, as his net stared at the round object hanging on the wall. And Mahen was no longer beside him.

There was the sound of water gurgling from the bathroom. Nayla who sat leaning on the head of the bed, was still reluctant to go down. Take her body to the bathroom.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened. Then came the creature of God created with perfect sculptures.

Mahen exited the bathroom using only a white towel wrapped around his waist, leaving his upper body exposed with water droplets from his wet hair.

"You awake, baby?" mahen greeted Nayla who closed her eyes.

Heard Mahen's voice. Nayla opened her eyes and turned to look at him.

Mahen approached his little wife, and sat quietly next to her. He deliberately flicked his wet hair onto Nayla's face.

"Iihh, get wet!" upset Nae who was exposed to splashes of water from wet hair, Mahen.

"Still sick?" lirih Mahen with a face that seduces Nayla.

"Bas on a liar!" hardik Nayla glared at Mahen.

"Where's the lie, baby?" Mahen gave an anxious laugh looking at the expression on his little wife's face.

Nayla pulled Mahen's left ear in a fit of anxiety. "What's being laughed at? Nothing funny!" nayla's lips are perfectly pursed.

"Don't tease me, I just finished taking a shower" Mahen said with a sour face.

"Who is flirting? And tempted?" Nayla shifted her sitting position to distance herself from her husband.

Which Eve is not tempted by the athletic body of Mahen with a stomach that has 6 boxes lined up neatly. For Nayla who is pampered with fresh and soothing views in the morning like now.

"Far away! I don't want to get close to an excellent liar!" cerca Nayla with her regretful expression.

Mahen was still fashionably holding back his laughter. Between anxiety and pity for his little wife. Because last night, he maneuvered his little wife mercilessly and there was no word of bored being tired as well.

Mahen is a normal guy. For a long time he wanted something needed to vent the positive energy of the Jalu.

The sooner Nayla thought of herself, the sooner she handed over her chastity to the man who had signed the deal with her last time. The sooner she gets pregnant, the sooner she can rent out her uterus as a surrogate uterus from her legal wife.

He only has the obligation to take the seed of a Mahendra Wijaya, the man who has paid for him. He and Mahen are united on the same bed to combine love without love in it.

"Who's a liar?" goda Mahen while taking pictures of his little wife with a very worrisome facial expression.

"Just ask him!" point Nayla towards Mahen.

"I'm not a liar, baby," with a bright smile Mahen kissed Nayla's head, then descended on her forehead. He stopped there for a moment. Kissing his little wife's forehead was deep and very tender feeling. His heart beats even more violently. Just this time he felt a thump like that. Although she had been married to Giska for three years, never had she felt such a terrible vibe.

Has he fallen in love with that snot girl in his arms? The answer is yes. Now he had only understood what vibration was lodged in his heart, at this moment. The vibrations created when he was with Nayla, his little wife. Who succeeded in destroying his mind and heart.

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A few hours ago.

Their eyes met, looked at each other and locked. Mahen's heart pounded rapidly as he felt the warmth from his little wife's sight. He was amazed to see Nayla's soft-looking eyes. There is a longing in the gaze of the senses of vision both, whether longing from where sneaking into empty space each, want to be immediately filled by someone who managed to occupy it.

The touch of a handsome man's burly hand with blue eyeballs on Nayla's back further gave an electric shock to her slender body, giving a bewildered effect to the young girl who first felt a strange thunderclap on her. But Nayla liked him more and more.

The soft swipe that moved from Mahen's hand, made Nayla blingsatan even more. Blood rustling.

Nayla could feel something from behind the black boxer pants that wrapped the body of Jalu. There was a strong reaction, coming out of the tiny body of the Jalu who increasingly showed the change to be bigger and stronger. No matter how strong Mahen resisted the development of the Jalu, he was still defeated with the encouragement of strength possessed by the Jalu. His body was increasingly struggling to ask for certainty to come out of hiding all this time. Si Jalu wanted to immediately flap his wings, revealing the power of the patter he was proud of to conquer his new cage. Shredding the contents behind the red spider web that uploads an appetite for the Jalu.

The cooling wind in their originally cold room suddenly warmed suddenly without a second. The handsome man before him, was now staring hungry at the innocent and calm looking young girl.

Nayla. His mouth felt dry like in the desert wanting a drop of water running down an arid throat.

Now, the girl really did not wear any cloth that wrapped her innocent body.

Like a seductress who conquered the heir to the throne of the Vijaya family. The girl whispered the amulet words that made Mahen's subconscious even weaker. "Have me completely, tonight," said Nayla softly and quivering, yet full of courage. He wanted to immediately complete the core of all the covenants that hurt his heart and mind.

Nayla tries to blow her pride, to fight for the life of someone she loves so much to stay afloat. However, the fate of Allah is more powerful.

Mahen jerks. Speechless heard the words that escaped the lips of his little wife, whom he had been waiting for.

A few seconds later, the smile of Simrk or another word was a grin on the handsome man's face, began to appear. The Jalu further tightened his tense muscles inside the hideout. The black cloth wrapped around Jalu's body looks crowded. It is even scarier to look like a predator in a great fight ready to pounce.

And soon will come out the name of the winner in a fierce fight. Will the Jalu be able to occupy the throne and get the title of the Jalu catfish pond conqueror in the snares of spider webs.

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