The Love Story of a Young CEO
The Long Night.

Now Killa and Ray have a look. Soon Killa turned her gaze up to the sky

"The star is far more beautiful, she shines a long night for the inhabitants of the earth."

Killa got that kind of fight, it didn't work.

"The stars shine a long night for the inhabitants of the earth, it is true. But, you shine my long nights, morning, day and evening." Wiping away Killa's arm as her eyes stared up at the sky.

"Master, I can." Killa smiled.

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?" killa said slowly.

"Don't call me, sir. Because I'm not your master. You're my wife and I'm your husband."

"Keep I call him what? Name period? No-no! not polite!" Killa nodded in disapproval.

"Call me, BABY! So will I, call you dear. Aren't we married wives?"

"Darling?" Killa.

"What?"

"Not calling, I mean I'm calling you darling? and you call me darling?"

"Eh, yes." Ray pulled Killa's head to lean against his arm. Ray put his beard on Killa's head. "Remember, baby! not the master."

"Forced?"

"Hmmm, slightly. Hehe."

"Hmm, how is it?"

"There's no way! Gotta agree!" Showering the head of Killa with a kiss.

"Sir."

"Darling! You're being teased, aren't you?"

"Hehe, no. I'm awkward."

"Dispose of awkwardness or something. You belong to me and I belong to you." Pulling Killa's hand to circle to her waist. Killa farts, directly hugging her husband's waist. "I love you, call me baby, yeah. Don't be like Ifan."

"What's wrong with you, Mr Ifan?" Killa looked up innocently.

"You know? Let's go in first, yeah. It's late, cold." Ray and Killa shared their breaths due to the extremely close distance.

"Good idea, my body feels cold too."

Killa just wanted to release her circular hand, Ray immediately raised the tiny body of Killa ala Bridal Style.

"Master!" Killa was shocked.

"Master?" looking at Killa's face, I disagree.

"Why lift my body?" instead he answered Ray's disapproving view of calling master. Killa asked.

"As far as I am, you're adorable." Don't call me, sir!" Ray walks towards the bed while crowning Killa's body. Arriving at the bed, Ray lowers Killa carefully. "You, it turns out to be heavy, but boong, haha."

Killa ignored, Killa immediately got up and continued to sit leaning on the headboard. Ray sat on the edge of the bed. Her cry advanced towards Killa's head.

"What do you want, sir?" Killa.

"You took off your hijab, baby. Not that now no one will see, except me."

After the Hijab came off, Ray moved on. Put the hijab on the couch. Then back to bed, sitting next to Killa. Patting her chest gave the code for Killa to approach, putting her head on Ray's chest.

Killa.

"Come here, baby." An impatient Ray immediately pulled Killa's body closer. "Don't call me, sir, will you?" sound Ray soft. Now Killa was already leaning on Ray's shoulder, and Ray's hand was coiled to Killa's waist. Sit on the head of the bed. "Your hair smells good." Ray snorted at the smell of Killa's hair.

"Why Mr. Ifan? sa-lord." Killa felt calm, comfortable beside Ray, even though his heart was unfriendly. Dah Dig Dug's.

"Units?" cringing.

"Well, that's dong," Ray's smile expands. "Don't be stubborn like Ifan. I've told him a thousand times not to call me master, but he's stubborn. Don't listen to my words, always call you."

"Maybe Mr. Ifan wasn't feeling well enough, l-honey." patted his mouth.

Ah ... mouth.

"Darling! Moreover, the position of lord Ifan your secretary. I want to work professionally."

Hearing Killa call out her affectionate name clearly, Ray's heart flowered happily.

"She was my secretary, but she was my best friend from a long time ago, it doesn't seem appropriate that she always called me, sir. No need for any formal. I don't think it's necessary. But yes, he was stubborn, clingy with his abuse. And I don't want you to be as stubborn as he is. You're my wife, I'm not your master. You're my angel, not my slave."

An angel? Ah ... Why do you make me happy, Si!

Killa is happy not to play said angel.

"From? Is it not wrong?"

Killa looked up at Ray's face.

"No! You are indeed an angel. The angel whom God sent for me." looked closely at the face of Killa who met with red.

Ah ... shit!

Ray couldn't stand it. His hand immediately slid down holding onto Killa's cheek. Ray grudges him to do so, but his eyes and mind are out of control. Ray did not raise his hand and raised it.

Killa's eyes were wide. His heart was beating much faster than before. Killa is not upset about Ray's current hand position. Killa's not an innocent girl, Killa knows what Ray means. There's shame, but pleasure. Promiscuous. Not because. There's a sense of not being ready.

Seeing that Killa did not refuse, not angry. Ray was really like getting the green light to go forward.

N-no! Will Killa not be ready? But, uh,

What's tonight? Is Killa ready?

Will Killa allow it? Or will they refuse? Killa I'm afraid you're rejecting him!

Ahh .. shit.

Ray tried his hardest to withstand the turmoil. Departing far away his desire, despite being sick. But seeing Killa did not avoid for the soul that was already on tepis is now tempestuous. Ray couldn't help it.

Fucking hand! Why don't you just leave that? Oh my God ...Killa, I hope you don't refuse.

"Can?" said Ray raspy with breath is not conducive. It felt like Ray peeping straight away, but Ray did not want Killa to be disappointed, angry with her actions. So Ray needs permission from the owner. Hands are the same in that position. The hand is no moral, instead of releasing, it still plays. Swiping slowly without any intention of wanting to let go.

Now I am his wife. It's his duty, isn't it?

Killa muttered, struggling with her argument. Yes, no, yes, no, allow or refuse.

Finally ...

Killa nodded, a sign allowing.

Ray's palpitations of fear are not allowed to immediately feel relieved, happy, grateful. Willa will be his. Whole! Marriage and the body.

Ray immediately kissed Killa slowly and gently. Killa did not refuse, nor did she accept.

There was a sense of sadness in Ray. Not because there was no reaction from Killa. Wasn't it! Not that! But his anger was not the first. I am envious of the Son.

You're lucky, Put! You're the one who preceded.

Killa, stiff. Killa can't breathe. Ray feels weird about Killa, why is Killa like me? Like someone new for the first time. Ray took off slowly, making room for Killa to breathe.

Continues, Until Ray's hand has spread everywhere. Ray erased the imprint of all possession from the Son.

Whole killa is mine!

That night, it was a long night for Ray and Killa. A precious night. The beautiful night and room room became a silent witness to the beauty of Ray and Killa.

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