THE SECRETARY'S BED TEMPTATION
Chapter 60~

~YOU'RE JEALOUS?

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The car driven by Galang, stopped right in front of the parking lot of a hotel which is located a little far from home. The man deliberately wanted to spend his time with Amara at the hotel because the jealous fire in his chest was burning. Hot and burning in there as his desire that re-ignited because it has not been fully resolved.

While Amara was gawking in disbelief, she was barely speechless as Galang opened the seatbelt that was coiled around her waist. The eyes of her husband seemed to emit something terrible. The fog of passion and jealousy coalesces in its tanned bead.

"Mas, k-you're nothing, right? Y-you're nakutin." Amara stammered, scanning Galang's flat face with no expression at all. The man was now looking at her intensely, making Amara's heart pound more and more.

It could be seen clearly, the veils of annoyance on his perfectly sculpted face. The aura of her husband's good looks was even more emanated in this state of anger.

"Let's go down," Galang pinta, his voice sounded heavy and distinctive. He went down first leaving Amara unmoved. "Come on." Amara was aghast when the car door opened, and Galang turned his head.

"D-yes." Amara welcomed her husband's hand, then got out of the car.

Once down, Galang immediately took Amara's hand possessively. He led his wife to walk side by side to the entrance of the hotel. While Amara tried to neutralize the nervous look, occasionally he smiled clumsyly to the two hotel servants who stood up to welcome the arrival of guests.

They stopped right at the reception. After a long conversation, the receptionist handed Galang an access card.

"Thank you." Galang commented on the friendly smile, then led Amara to leave the reception. "Come, Ra."

The two walked side by side down the hotel hallway to the elevator, then immediately entered when the iron door was open. The corner of Amara's eye glanced at Galang who pressed the number 14 button. In the elevator Galang did not speak at all. She gulped as she stared at the shadow of her husband's tall strapping body from the walking room.

'What's wrong, anyway?' Kok, I got scared.'

A few minutes later, the elevator door opened.

"Come, Ra." Galang led Amara out of there. The two walked side by side until they arrived at the door of room number 125. With one hand, Galang opened the access door of the room while his other hand was still holding Amara's hand.

"Come in." Amara nodded after Galang invited himself first to enter.

Spacious, magnificent and luxurious rooms immediately spoil Amara's eyes. The long haired woman was stunned.

"Mas, the room is great. Better than yesterday," he said as he stepped through each room. The facilities inside are also very complete.

"You likey?" Galang smiled, looking at his wife who seemed to like his choice this time. Intentionally choose a room with complete facilities so that Amara feels more comfortable.

Take a quick glance and say, "Like, Mas." A sweet smile fell on her soft lips. Nervousness at once also swung out of nowhere.

"Thank God you like it." Galang took off the suit that had covered his dashing body, threw it in any direction, then unbuttoned his shirt arm, pulled it to the elbow, while walking towards his wife.

Amara's body suddenly stiffened, when a sturdy hand suddenly coiled around her waist.

"Mas. You startled me," she said with a dashed breath as her husband was now exposing his long hair to the side of his shoulders, landing wet kisses to make his body crumble even more. Amusedly mixed with the desire that slowly began to ignite.

The breaths of the two hunted down, filling the void in the vast room. Galang could not control himself if he came into contact with Amara. The scent of Lily that came out from the neck of his wife's level was always able to arouse his passion.

"Mas. I-I'm sultry." Amara wanted to dodge, but Galang did not allow her to move in the slightest. "Mas, ticklish." She squirms, even barely budging as her husband's lips mischievously suck the smooth expanse of her skin, leaving a trace of redness there.

"You know, Ra. If I was jealous when I saw you touched another man," said Galang began to express his feelings that had been entrenched and almost made him crazy. However, his hands were unceasingly moving through every curve of Amara's body. Waist, stomach, then propagate to a beautifully puffed up synthetic chest.

Surprised to hear Galang's confession, Amara who was enjoying the touches was almost in disbelief. "Jealous? Are you jealous of Akmal?" asked, then hissing favors when Galang's palms crept into his chest. "Shhh ..."

"I don't like you to call another man's name Mas" said Galang, who then turned Amara's body slowly to face him.

The gazes of the two clashed together, a mist of passion emanating from each other's highlight. Galang stared intensely at Amara whose face was now reddish withholding desire. His head lowered, then touched Amara's chin, lifting her up slightly.

"You're horrifying, aren't you? What did I say."

"Denger, Mommy. I'm danger. Sorry ...." Amara blinked slowly while scanning Galang's face which was only an inch from his face. Warm breath hit the skin of his cheeks and lips.

"Good." Galang grinned meaningfully, then kissed a glimpse of the rannum lips pus. "You don't have to apologize. You can remember enough of my words. Here, it's hot and painful when I see you being touched by another man." His index pointed at his own chest.

Amara just nodded slowly. "Yes, Mom." Her husband was very scary if he was jealous like this. However, he also felt very happy because he was loved so much by this man.

Touching Amara's head, then peeling her forehead deeply. Galang did not mean to frighten his innocent wife, but if allowed to could-can men were big heads and misinterpreted Amara's attitude.

"I'm not mad at you, Ra. I just do not like the same attitude that holds you at will," explained Galang so that his wife does not think badly about him.

"I understand, Mas. I was wrong too. I should have limited myself to other men. Sorry, after this I promise I won't happen again." Amara held her husband's burly arm, and then tiptoed to keep her height in line with Galang. Whether he got the courage from where, he suddenly landed a kiss on Galang's cheek.

eh?

Galang was stunned, still unable to believe that Amara had just kissed her cheek. He looked at the face of the ayu who was now displaying a reddish tinge. Embarrassed. Amara blushed to herself with her brave attitude. The charm of Galang always managed to make him lose his mind. Handsome, dashing, loving, and romantic. Complete package if likened to a man of today's dreams.

"Hey, you're getting brave apparently." Galang pinched Amara's nose, then kissed her.

"Mas know, when I saw Mas's ex-wife hugging, my chest felt as well as a constant throbbing. I think someone is sick but not looking," great-grandson Amara who has not realized the meaning of the feeling.

"Oh, huh?" Galang smiled happily at Amara's expression. That means his wife is starting to feel for him.

"Hu'umm." Amara nodded funny, until Galang was anxious to make. His face was so innocent when he said it all.

"You know what that doesn't mean?"

"What?" Amara's clear eyeballs glared at Galang questioningly.

"That means you're jealous. The feeling suddenly arises when you see the person you like being told by others. The same thing I'm afraid of." Galang slowly pulled Amara's hand to get closer, then began to wrap his hand around his waist. "You're jealous when Vanila hit me?"

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seriate....