Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 21 Like a Flower

Edward walked into the hotel room with slow steps. However, not finding Deya was there. He then looked at the room that became the main room of the suit's presidential room. Started to open the door slowly then saw the scene that made his heart calm. A faint smile rose on his thick lips.

Edward stepped into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed staring at Deya who was doing the last greeting of her prayer.

"Lho, I've come. I didn't hear," said Deya approaching. He then remembered if he had not prepared at all because he had just taken a shower and prayed.

Edward's hand was stretched out to get Deya close. The woman complied, stepped in front of Edward and stood in front of the man. Edward hugged Deya's waist and placed his head in the most comfortable place. Inhaling Deya's scent and closing his eyes. Feel peaceful and comfortable.

Deya instinctively inserted her finger into Edward's black mane. Swiping softly.

"Have you prayed yet?" ask Deya slowly.

"Just in a moment" replied Edward.

They remained that way for a long time. Afterwards, Edward goes to the bathroom and Deya orders food for them. She then tried her makeup tools and swept thinly.

"It's beautiful" said Edward, seeing his young wife. Deya looked at Edward.

"I am beautiful. Even I was called a campus flower even with limitations that exist."

"Beauty it from the inside and radiate out. It doesn't take much style and thick makeup."

"I agree."

Edward prayed and Deya went out of the room, preparing a meal for her husband. His chest was actually beating rapidly. Fear of worrying about what will happen next. This was her first time so it was natural that she felt nervous.

Soon Edward came out and saw Deya sitting at the long table of the sofa. Organizing food and drinks. The man stared at Deya without blinking.

The woman was wearing the white robe she ordered, I don't know what was behind it? Edward asks if Deya is wearing the lingerie she ordered? His imagination did not materialize but he saw the celestial angel before him.

"Mas, eat first," called Deya in a melodious voice, the woman turned her head and smiled. He is not like a flirtatious and seductive actor but like a perfect wife that he did not get from Soraya. Just early on. Will Deya be like that too? His heart suddenly sighed with that reality. Hopefully Deya is different to Soraya because their setting is different.

Soraya was born from a capable family and always lived with a treasure from a long time ago while Deya was born from a devout family of worship and mediocrity. They will usually appreciate their husband more.

Edward stepped closer and stood in front of Deya leaning against him.

"I want you," said Edward, making Deya's face stiffen as Edward held Deya's chin and fused their lips together.

I don't know what the couple did until Deya suddenly felt her body float because Edward took her to the room and put her on a clean white bed.

Their chests rose and fell together and their gazes locked onto each other. Jakun around Edward's neck seemed to rise and fall withholding the desire.

"You're like my imagination, even without being highless."

Deya was like a tantalizing meal for Edward. His body is still tight and chewy also solid at the part that should be. White and clean like pure milk that the farmer just took from his cow.

Her lips are like the Psychotria Elatra plant in the middle of the African wilderness.

"Have anyone ever touched this but me?"

Deya turned her face away.

"Your lover?"

"What are the others too?" Edward's days were moving down. "This is it?"

Deya swallowed her saliva. He looked back at Edward. The passion that had been splashed out and enlarged now began to extinguish.

"Just lips, besides everything has not been touched oh I forgot hands and cheeks," he said cynically holding back growling.

"Then I'll erase the trace of the man who touched you so that all you remember is me."

Edward began to tear off Deya's clothes making the woman close her eyes, grimacing.

"Why?"

"Honey.The price is expensive," Deya replied honestly.

Edward smiled amusedly. He kissed Deya's cheek many times out of anxiety.

"Don't think about the price when you're with me."

Now Deya's naked body plastered in front of him makes Edward amazed. He then makes Deya forget everything because there are only sexy moans and moans.

Edward does not wear safety for this precious moment but spouts it out over Deya's stomach.

The woman's breath was piqued. The beautiful face was reddish staring at him. Edward was very satisfied this afternoon. Deya proved his point if he was still intact and untouched. Evident from the bloodstains that exist between the two p*** the woman.

"Thank you," said Edward kissed Deya's lips which now became opium himself.

"Are you satisfied?" deya asked, which made Edward surprised.

"Exceeding what you think," Edward replied taking a tissue and cleaning up the liquid stains that were stuck on Deya's body.

"Am I going to get pregnant?" tanya Deya tried to straighten her body by making the elbow as a pedestal. Look at what Edward did. He was embarrassed that Edward wiped everything but the man had indeed tasted all parts of his body without anyone missing.

"Aren't you disgusted?" ask Deya.

"There's nothing disgusting in a relationship like this."

After that, Edward carried Deya into the bathroom and bathed her. Unfortunately, it is not just a shower.

Not to mention the pain and aches she felt recovering, Deya had to return to serve her secret husband. Between delicious and tired.

Deya was not strong enough to endure her drowsiness. He let Edward lift his body from the bath up and dry his body on the bed. The man even put on a nightgown after which Deya lay on the bed.

"You don't want to eat first."

"I want to sleep." Edward lay down next to her and hugged Deya. Give warmth to the woman.

"You haven't told me why you decided on my call yet."

"Don't make this beautiful thing ruined by a problem. Let's end this by sharing the warmth. I'm so tired and sleepy." Not long before Deya had fallen asleep.

Edward looked at the clock that showed eight o'clock in the night. He immediately got up because Zahra must have been waiting for him at home.

He put on his clothes and looked at Deya. His legs are reluctant to leave but he has another life that cannot be ignored.

Edward took the money from his bag and put it on the bed. One kiss she gave Deya a brow before leaving the room.

"I go first, my sweet elf," said Edward softly in Deya's ear.

"Hmmm..," Deya replied involuntarily.

Deya woke up from her sleep. His body was looking for the warmth that had surrounded him. Nothing there is just a coldness that strikes. Deya opened her eyes and did not get Edward next to her again. Deya turned on the lights.

His chest stopped beating when he saw the pile of money on the bed that had been used by Edward.

A loud cry came out of his mouth. This time he felt Edward was treating him like a paid woman. I don't know why his heart became sick for a moment. Isn't this what he wanted but why he felt disappointed.