Why I Moved Into a Novel
A hug.

The car stops at the villa where Reyvan and Mahira live, when the car slowly stops Mahira does not wake up, Reyvan removes the blanket from Mahira's body and wants to carry Mahira into the house, but just now Reyvan moves Mahira up.

"Have we reached home yet?" mahira's voice was hoarse because she had just bngun.

"ummh..." Reyvan nodded.

Mahira scratched the corner of her itchy lips then her eyes involuntarily glanced at Reyvan's thigh which had a large wet stain there.

Mahira's eyes bulged, her lips forming an O murup while saying to herself. "It's impossible, I've never been like this. It's not me doing it."

Iler. Reyvan's blemish is dirty because of the ile and it must have been very unpleasant.

"I'm sorry, I. I. dirty your pants." Mahira was very sorry, in a hurry without thinking Mahira's elongation rubbed Reyvan's thigh with a dress he wore hoping the pants were back clean, but unfortunately what Mahira did made Reyvan angry.

Reyvan growled, his face without darkening in annoyance. Mahira thinks Reyvan is angry over his iler but that is not the case,

Mahira awakens the little part of Reyvan.

"Mahira stop!" Reyvan slightly shouted while suppressing his will.

Mahira was startled, he hurriedly withdrew his hand.

Mahira frightened her body and the color on her face turned pale.

He must be angry, I'm dead. Inner Mahira.

Reyvan closed his eyes trying to hold back. "Go to the house,." Reyvan told Mahira to come in first.

Mahira did not waste time, he hurried out and even forgot his wallet.

Reyvan breathed in as much as he could hope to extinguish the red hotshot in his desire, his forehead throbbing in pain. "It's really hard." Reyvan whispered.

The private driver who had been silent since then finally lifted his head and saw the expression of his Master who was frustrated.

"Young Master, you should take a cold shower immediately."

Reyvan opened his eyes and glanced at the driver for a moment then his gaze fell on the bulge between his legs.

"Damn it!!!"

Reyvan took Mahira's wallet and got out of the car.

Each step Reyvan full of authority and the aura of the boss who dominates, very different when with Mahira, it is clear love and sincerity will change everything.

peyalan bowed respectfully as Reyvan passed by them.

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Inside the room, Mahira was cursing herself for having made a large Island in Reyvan's pants, and thinking of how Reyvan would scold her given the scary expression earlier.

"Yes God... Please save this beautiful girl." Mahira pleaded with a soft voice.

The shadow that wandered in his mind grew more and more terrifying. Mahira imagines Reyvan hanging him in front of the house as punishment, even more extreme than that.

Suddenly the door opened and Reyvan's figure slowly entered making Mahira's heart beat many times faster.

Oh No. He's right here. Inner Mahira.

"R...Re..Re...Reyvan." Mahira stutters.

Reyvan pulls Mahira and squeezes her on the wall, Mahira is shocked and glares.

He will be angry!!! The screams of Mahira in his heart.

"Mahira, don't touch any man but me, intentionally or unintentionally." Reyvan's voice was full of warning.

Mahira's head nodded in nod as approval. Under threat, Mahira loses her rationality. I don't know what happened Mahira's courage became a whip when dealing directly with Reyvan.

Reyvan's thumb rubbed Mahira's soft and hot lips as if stinging something in her heart.

Mahira wants to avoid Reyvan's touch, but can't, she gets stuck and can't resist.

Reyvan closed his eyes feeling the flow of his desire.

"Mahira..." Reyvan calls Mahira's name with love and obsession.

The eyes of Mahira and Reyvan meet each other. Reyvan leaned over and kissed Mahira from his forehead, eyes, nose, then lips and lingered there for a long time until it continued.

As bewitched. As Reyvan begins to kiss Mahira's lips, Mahira's body is stiff and her eyes are closed, following her heart's instincts and her body does not reject it.

Not knowing when it began, Mahira could not stop Reyvan and instead himself who was trapped with the temptation of the handsome.

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The intimate session lasted for a long time until Mahira could no longer open her eyes due to fatigue.

The naked body of Mahira, Reyvan covered and kissed the girl on both shoulders.

"Good night, my dear." Reyva's whisper in Mahira's ear

Reyvan pulls Mahira into his arms. The girl complained in her sleep, making Reyvan laugh.

"Finally you belong to me." whispered Reyvan.

...----------------...

morning later.....

Mahira slowly opened her eyes, her nose was a bit stuffy because something was inside.

Mahira slowly wanted to change her position to sit but suddenly she fell back because her body felt crumpled and sick.

"Akkhhh....." Mahira immediately covered her face while screaming. That memory drives Mahira crazy.

"This is impossible!!!"

Reyvan who heard Mahira's scream immediately ran into the room.

"What's wrong?" ask Reyvan.

Mahira did not dare to let go of her hands covering her face, she was very embarrassed and did not want to see Reyvan's face.

"Mahira. Hey.." -..."

Reyvan sat down beside Mahira and pulled the girl in his arms.

"Is it still sick?" Reyvan asked spontaneously.

Mahira immediately pushed Reyvan. Mahira's face was so red that to the neck, Reyvan thought Mahira was feverish, he hurriedly approached Mahira and put the back of his hand on Mahira's forehead while asking.

"When fever occurs, does your head get dizzy."

Mahira wants to laugh but wants to cry at the same time.

"Reyvan, we did it." said Mahira.

Reyvan's distraught. "Yes, why?"

"German!!!" Mahira is very frustrated, he wants to tell Reyvan that he is not the real Mahira, but a lost soul, said the word finally swallowed back.

"What's wrong with that? We are husband and wife, and doing so is not a sin." Reyvan says.

"Reyvan, i...." Finally the word kta that you want to remove in swallow back.

Reyvan cupped Mahira's cheeks and kissed her forehead. "Mahira, we're husband and wife there's no boundary between us, you're mine and I'm yours okay."

Back bewitched, Mahira who was initially rampaging became tame and nodded slowly approving of what Reyvan said.

People who have good looks and sexy voice is very dangerous, just by looking at his face and persuading his ray, making forget himself.

"Now take a shower after that breakfast," Reyvan ruffled Mahira's hair fondly.

Mahira is left in a daze, and after a while she regains consciousness condemning her stupid self for getting stuck with Reyvan's good looks.

"Asshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Damnit damnit! Why am I stuck back. Akhhh!!!! It can't be let on, or I'll continue to be weak in front of good looks."

Mahira rolled on the bed like a caterpillar wrapped in a cocoon.

"Lord!!!! Why do I like good looks so much, and why am I so weak in front of good looks." lamented Mahira.

Drrtts.... Drrr... Drrtt...

Mahira stops her rolling action, she sees her phone vibrating due to a call. Mahira picks up the phone and then shifts the green button.

"Hallo Mahira." Vanilla's voice was very loud over there.

Mahira kept her phone away from her ears, her horrified expression showing how disturbing Vanilla's cry was.

"Speak slowly." Mahira.

"Ouhh,, Sorry. Mahira let's go to the salon."

Mahira pursed her lips. "Why did you come and take me to the salon?" Ask Mahira.

At the end there Vanilla laughed happily while raising a black card from Reyvan.

"Sister Reyvan generously gave me a black card, he asked me to take you for fun."

Mahira's body became stiff, her expression turning sour.

"What the hell is that guy, I slept with him but someone else got the benefit. It sucks." dumel Mahira.

"Did you say something?" Ask Vanilla.

"No. Oh, I can't leave next time."

Mahira closes the call and throws the phone under the pillow.

Mahira did not want to go anywhere, she wrapped her body tightly wanting to go back to sleep, but before that could be done the door of the room on tap and the service told her to quickly prepare because Reyvan was waiting below.

The result is so bad, Mahira wakes up angry, even the pain is no longer what for her.

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Fifteen minutes later Mahira came out of the room, Reyvan who was reading the newspaper standing up moved to sit down to the dining table.

Slowly Mahira went down the stairs, the center of her body was still a bit sore, so she walked a bit slowly.

Mahira did not want to see Reyvan's face, she had already decided not to get stuck with good looks, so Mahira decided to avoid seeing Reyvan's face.

"Is my face so scary?" Ask Reyvan.

"No. Your face is very handsome, but I can't see it." Answer Mahira.

"Why?" Reyvans.

"Of course if I keep looking at your face, how many times will I fall into the trap of good looks." Mahira grumbled.

"What did you say?" Reyvan faintly heard Mahira nagging.

"No. forget it." replied Mahira.