The Successor's Wife of the President
Serving Husband

The car arrived at the main house. The sky has turned dark.

Tired of what Arumi feels today is not because of a lot of heavy activities. Quite the contrary, today's activities are very monotonous and boring.

A day just to wait for the young master to daydream by the lake. Crazy things he couldn't resist.

Not only that, all the movements were also arranged by Tomi's secretary. Makes him want to curse the man.

Honestly, because of the rules of life he made. Arum even held back his urge to scratch his back for hours. He also can not change his sitting position even though the pain has been increasingly throbbing. Because the look of the eyes that can not be separated from the man with glasses.

Yes, from before leaving for a private villa owned by the Narendra family. Tomi gave him instructions. Either from the way of walking, standing, to sitting must be in a graceful position like Alicia.

For him who can only give command, what Arumi does is not difficult. But for him who used to live without rules. Except the rule of his stepmother. Living like a doll is much more unpleasant.

Maybe some people think, if Arum lucky because married a young conglomerate. In fact, if anyone wants to replace it, he will be very grateful.

"This is Miss, the ointment you need" said a waiter, holding out a hot cream to relieve the soreness in her ankle.

"Thank you.." slightly hobbled he walked barefoot to sit down. "Geez, until it's red like this–" he muttered touching his own ankle.

"Do you want me to help you apply this ointment, miss?" Ask the waiter to offer. He grimaced a little at the slightly swollen feet.

"No need. I can do it myself" replied Arumi with a smile, refusing politely.

"Well then excuse me, miss."

"Yes," replied Arumi kindly. He did not limit himself to those servants. For between him and them is the same. Despite her status as a wife, she is basically a servant on the side of Arga.

The waiter then nodded once before leaving Arum who was still busy massaging the ankle area to the calf.

Sir Arga is angry no, huh? If I wear this cream. It will smell the cream...

Arum saturate though a moment later he did not care. What is important at this time is that his feet are safe from soreness due to the heels he wears all day. He can do that because, right now Mr. Arga is talking to his Secretary in the study. So he had little time to be himself.

Arum shook for a moment and opened the notebook he was carrying. For the sake of seeing the schedule tomorrow morning.

At 08:00 until noon, I have to follow pole dance.

"Ck! what'sthis?" Arum scratched his suddenly itchy head while reading his own notes. Yes, pole dance is a type of gymnastics sport that uses the means of the pole as a body pedestal when moving.

In the afternoon I have started tutoring two musical instruments, because Miss Alicia is a good piano and violinist.

"Jeez this too," he murmured again feeling lazy. Because music lessons are not so much in the interest. Arum read the writing again.

"Sorry, Young Miss. Mr. Arga asks you to prepare in the room. Two servants will accompany you and help you to prepare." Suddenly the middle-aged man was already standing before him. Arum raised his head.

"M– set yourself up for what?" Looking towards the two servants who had stood behind Mr. Ragil later.

"Young master asked us to help Miss to clean up."

"But I've taken a shower."

Oh my, is that tight? Did the real Miss Alicia feel this all her life. The rich are so complicated. Just like the royal family.

Arum. But it really isn't that drag. All this is done for Arumi. A girl from the ordinary. Surely Arga wants Arum to change almost as much as Alicia.

There is no choice he just complies, walking even with feet that still feels sore. Heading up the high and spacious staircase before going to his private room with Arga.

For no more than thirty minutes, he was already sitting on the bed in his nightgown. Not long after the door of the room was opened, the two servants bowed to the man who casually entered.

"You can come out now."

"Good, Sir." Both of them sauntered away, even Mr. Ragil who is now holding the door of the room.

"Good rest, sir."

"Emmm.." replied Arga with a fixed look at the woman in front of him.

Arum can't duck anymore. Because Tomi's secretary said that he should be able to make his master happy.

Do it well, to please Mr. Arga. Because He will not tolerate your mistakes especially if it happens a second time. (Tomie)

Hah... his speech was like a pimple. –Arum sat down behind his beautiful smile.

She stood up and approached her husband. His hand rubbed the chest of that field. Arga could feel his cold hand trembling, but he was silent.

Slowly Arum stuck his head on Arga's chest. His naughty smile instantly disappeared, turning into panic.

What am I doing, anyway? Why am I suddenly disgusted with myself.

"Are you trying to get me to fuck you, Aliee?"

"A–what?" Arumi's head was raised and she could see Arga pulling half of her lips. Smiling cynically.

"After you pushed me yesterday, did you want it tonight?" Arga pulled the knot of the rope around Arum's waist, removing the cardigan until it was left behind a thin skimpy clothes on his body.

Arum was suddenly nervous, although he could still try to calm down. Try to serve him with a small touch. Now Arga just grabbed his waist. Clutching his chin while lifting a little.

"Tell me if you want me to give it to you, Aliee..."

"A–aku?" His eyes were moving nervously.

"Don't ask to end it, while I haven't let go."

"Mklfm..." Arga snatched Arumi's sweet lips. While the girl in his arms couldn't move a bit. The arm that was coiled around her waist was very strong locking onto that tiny body.

The whisper of Aliee's name continued to sound. In line with Arga's sudden movements that carried his body. Take the woman to bed.

A slight hunting breath, as a result of chest pounding under the man's confinement. Yes in the end, Arumi had to do it his first obligation. Even with mixed feelings. Humiliation is the most dominant. When his body starts to fuse with a man who doesn't love him at all.

Maybe she would have done it if her husband called Arumi's name instead of another woman. But in reality, she was only in love in the embodiment of Alicia.