The Married To Fierce Boss
The Part 25
So, having to nag first just given the money? Why don't you just get married from the beginning, Loralei did it. But, if he is not desperate and in need once, surely also reluctant to ask Agathias for money. Because his salary has been lost just needed the man's treasure.
“Thank you, I took just one.” Loralei chose the card to use. He pulled a black credit card. “This is enough, as long as you do not block in the future.” Re-stretched the wallet to Agathias' chest, which was still in front of him, while slightly pushing away and the man's breath did not dance on his face anymore.
“You sure? There are nine more.” Agathias got it all out.
“Ya, have much also for what?” Loralei should have taken all, but did not want to be considered to want only Agathias money. Although it is actually yes, but with one enough to live it.
“Oke.” Agathias put everything back in the wallet. He then sat at the table until his knees with Loralei collided with each other.
Loralei raised an eyebrow when Agathias did not stay away. “Why is it still here? Aren't you working on something?” He pointed to the MacBook that had been left at the bar table.
“Because my business with you is not finished.” Agathias pulled the corner of the lips, grinning meaningfully. “Because you got what you wanted, wouldn't it be unfair if I didn't get anything?” Her burly hand touched Loralei's smooth thigh and did not close anything because the woman was only wearing shorts.
“What? You want to molest me?” Loralei tried to get rid of her husband's hand. There was a sudden flash of electricity flowing in his blood. That's ludicrous.
The man ended the whisper by brushing his hair and landing his lips to his neck smoothly in front of his eyes. Putting his tongue there to tickle, and sip it done to leave a red trail in the white of his wife and deliver a rush of passion.
“I don't want to!” Loralei pushed Agathias. “If I'm conscious, I'm not passionate about you.” Lying, even though he began to feel twitches in sensitive areas.
“Oh, yes? Then, let's get drunk.” Agathias stood with a face that was not playful. He really wants to. “Do you have wine, whiskey, or champagne?” He headed to the cabinet in the kitchen, opening one by one to look for liquids that could make his wife stagger.
“Nothing, I'm not an active drinker.” Loralei quickly got up before Agathias turned around. “And don't count with me. A husband should have paid for his wife's life.” As he spoke, his feet stepped into the room.
Agathias stared at Loralei's obvious movements trying to avoid him. “So is you. Already supposed a wife serves her husband.” Hands folded on the chest and shoulders leaning against the refrigerator.
Loralei smashed her lips before successfully stepping into the room. Arguing with the bosses there are always words that are turned on him. “There is no love between us. Where can do that without taste.” The glances of his eyes showed his unpreparedness if there was a seed to grow.
“No need to wait for love to make love.” Agathias loosened his arms, swinging his legs eroding the distance with his wife. But the gaze kept on Loralei's face, enjoying the figure that seemed to tremble in fear as she got closer. Intentionally grinning, showing the other side that she said was a lewd husband.