The Secret Wife of the President
CHAPTER 01 - Winnowing/Running

Being betrothed since infancy, Zean Andreatama was forced to marry with acting actress who is now at the peak of her career, Nathalia Velova. Having a wife who is too busy with his world, Zean long ago felt careless.

Until, everything changed after meeting Zean with his personal secretary at a night club that was stuck, Ayana Nasyila. He who usually does not like to interfere in other people's affairs, suddenly angry when the woman was about to become an outlet for the desires of his close friends

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"Your salary's less to sell?"

"Outside of work hours, you have no rights over me!!"

"Then I will make you my full right."

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"I wanted this a long time ago."

Never thought of by Zean, exactly four years into his marriage would he betray that sacred promise. The promise that became a unifier of two giant companies in this country.

A marriage with a million falsehoods that in the end only talks about profit. It is unlucky that Zean Andreatama, the proud son of Mikhail Abercio, is still the most influential man in the business world.

Zean was pounding and staring at the beautiful face of the woman he had just married a few hours ago. Without love, he just needs to be treated as a perfect husband, that's all.

At first he did not believe in the words of most of his co-workers. Se*ks doesn't need love, now he really feels how the sensation of a narrow hemisphere clamping down on him on the first night.

Marriage is unexpected, either because of coincidence or indeed his soul mate. Zean married a woman he knew two months ago as his personal secretary.

"Sir."

The voice escaped from the tiny lips of Nasyila who is now bruising the bed sheet and looking for an outlet when she felt a foreign sensation that was the first time she felt in her life.

Zean did not break away when the wife reached the peak for the umpteenth time. When was the last time Zean got this kind of thing, he was completely made mad by the dandyism of his wife's body.

He was thirsty, Zean was so greedy that he could not stop even though his wife had fallen limp and resigned to just accept the beat for the beat that Zean gave.

"You're not wrong, Zean .. he's yours."

He chose this path, Zean a normal adult male like a human in general. While at home she was never treated as a husband, she lacked affection and was so hungry despite living as a line of conglomerates.

For a moment Zean forgot his real life, he just wanted to pay full attention to how thirsty he had been. Sweat was now wet and dripping from his chin, falling right over the wife's belly which was currently being made to float with Zean's sometimes deepening stomps.

The eyes of the two met, Zean smiled faintly then lowered his body. The man eroded the distance and told the woman's lips so softly, it was never thought that this cold and talkative boss was so wild on the bed.

"Mother, forgive, Syila."

His heart screamed, but his body seemed to understand neither guilt nor remorse. He was unsure of this decision, only that he was stuck and forced to accept Zean's offer.

He wanted to cry again, but the man's fingers immediately wiped his tears. Maybe he misunderstood the cry of the wife, Nasyila was not crying because Zean gagahi. However, he was crying over the circumstances that put him in this position.

Their relationship in the office was ordinary, very, very ordinary even Nasyila often complained with Zean's attitude which he said was inhumane. But tonight Nasyila's eyes were completely open and she saw Zean very differently.

Hot night they go through like a couple who loved each other for a long time. Zean seemed to vent year longs that finally found a common point. Until, the man groaned and accelerated his body movements then made Nasyila who had been moaning weak now rummage because she felt her body was again shaken violently.

Zean's breathing was stingy, he collapsed on top of the wife's body. The fragrant aroma in the niche of Nasyila's neck is really tempting, even though the wife's sweat poured down until her hair felt wet.

A few minutes with the position, Syila chose silence despite the desire to return Zean's embrace. The deranged boss who nearly committed suicide from pressure at work one week ago.

Slowly, the hug slipped and Zean looked at his face. Back flat as usual a Zean and it made Shila stunned, is it possible because her chastity has already Zean felt, thought the woman confused herself.

However, a few seconds later he changed his sleeping position next to Syila. The man pulled the blanket over his wife's chest, not only did Zean hug her tightly enough before a subtle snoring rang out that indicated she was too tired.

"Oh my God .. If this is a dream, please don't wake me."

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- To Be Continue -