WIFE CONTRACT DEBT REDEEMER
Intoxicant touch

That night Henry decided to drink alone in a mini bar in his home, a house that was specially occupied by his contract wife Angelina Louis. I don't know what brought him back to this house, but he was planning to go home to his own mansion tonight after coming home from the company. However, impulsively Henry instead told his personal driver to turn towards the other house, where his wife was.

Wife? Really, since when did Henry Bastian Campbell, consider the daughter of the Louis family was his wife? Angelina Louis is only her contract wife, her captive and slave, nothing more!

Once again Henry gripped the whisky with a frustrated look on his face. Looking at the current Henry, it was clear that now the man was holding the weight. His dark hair that was always neat now looked a little messy. Not only that, the three buttons of his top shirt now look open, adding to his wild look now.

“Why? What's wrong with me? Why have I been feeling nervous lately?” ask in the heart.

Until now Henry did not end up thinking with himself, why did he get like this? Is since the presence of the woman, Angelina Louis who is now legal to be his wife in the eyes of the law, but not in the eyes of everyone. Angelina's attitude that blatantly opposes her and seems indifferent really makes her upset.

Throughout his life as one of the perfect Campbell family and had everything, he never felt a rejection. But it's different for now. The woman he deliberately married just for a purpose actually opposed him many times and seemed completely uninterested in the charm possessed by him. As a man, does he not look attractive at all in the eyes of Angelina Louis?

Henry grunts, “That's right!” Once again he upheld the whisky back no matter how many times.

Henry was upset, feeling very upset. Not only his pride felt trampled. His ego as a man also felt like he was challenged to be able to conquer an arrogant woman like Angelina Louis.

Especially when accidentally last afternoon Henry heard a conversation from some of his male employees who were openly fascinated with the new female employees of the marketing team. Who else would it be if she wasn't Angelina Louis? His own wife, precisely his current contract wife.

Is letting that woman have freedom a mistake? But why should he be afraid, didn't Angelina Louis mean nothing to him? That's what makes Henry even more upset and frustrated with himself. Every moment of even seconds, everything from the woman named Angelina Louis always pisses him off!

“I make sure you'll bend your knees under my feet, Angelina Louis!” objurgation.

Satisfied to vent his emotions by drinking, now Henry staggered into his room, more precisely the room where Angelina was there. It was not locked. A banggo! Henry grinned, his steps getting closer to the bed, where the figure covered in blankets was sleeping in his sleep.

Henry looked down at the long-haired figure, and without a doubt he opened the blanket that covered the woman's body. The hungry look is now clearly visible from Henry's eyes, when Angelina's makeup body now plastered real so voluptuous look, even in low light illumination.

Angelina who is now wrapped in a pretty transparent nightgown is still not moving in her position. Angelina looks good in her sleep because of fatigue. Until the woman did not realize there was a pair of eyes that looked at her hungry to see the makeup body behind the nightgown she was wearing now.

“Why does this annoying woman look so beautiful while sleeping like this?” henry mumbled unconsciously.

Seeing a woman in such a state, what man's heart is not tempted not to touch her? Slowly but surely Henry kissed Angelina's lips which to him looked tantalizing. Sipping it and giving a swipe of his tongue on the sweet lips that have been felt many times, to make it opium to want again and again.

Angelina moaned, she was not yet fully conscious and opened her eyes. However, Angelina seems to enjoy the touch and kiss that Henry did to her. Getting a good response, Henry was getting excited to touch Angelina more boldly. Henry deepened his kiss on Angelina's lips, one hand gently stroking every inch of Angelina's body, until the owner's body sighed favorably in Henry's intoxicating kiss.

As Henry's hand bravely slid into Angelina's groin and then began to play inside, Angelina opened her eyes.

***

I was like a dream when I felt my body touched until my skin felt cramped. This touch, it felt so intoxicating that it made me forget myself. If this is a dream, I feel reluctant to wake up and open my eyes. But if it's not a dream, then who did it? Because I know my husband, Henry never treated me this softly and emotionally.

Honestly this body is like enjoying every inch of touch it makes. But who? Could it be true if this was not a dream? Because all of this is too good for a dream. Until I finally realized and ventured to open these eyes, as the touch became clearer I felt at the most sensitive point of mine. I opened these eyes wide and was shocked when I saw what was in front of my eyes. An unexpected person came up to me, not only his different attitude, but also his touch.

“Henry..?!” I blinked my eyes repeatedly to make sure that what I saw was not a dream.

“I want you tonight, Angelina. I promise this time will treat you gently,” said Henry hoarsely with a look of blue-shaded eyes.

Am I dreaming? Or is this mean guy named Henry Bastian Campbell drunk? The smell of alcohol was evident in my sense of smell. If this man is drunk. Why is his attitude so different? Oh, my God, what is this really? My mind's turbulent. But, even with my logic of wanting to resist, somehow this body actually welcomes it warmly.

“Angelina..” The name was called a spell that hypnotized me to greet him with the same warmth that the man gave.

I didn't answer, but I didn't reject it either. This man, who was none other than my own husband wanted me to serve him wholeheartedly. There was no meaning, no harsh touch and no coercion, somehow this time I greeted him with warmth. Without many words, tonight we were both washed away in a touch that both made us fly high together into the clouds. For the first time in my life, together with my own husband, Henry Bastian Campbell, I have now given everything, my soul and body with all my heart to him.