Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 23 Angry

"I remember that and I know the limits of getting along." Deya immediately turned off the call on her mobile phone upset. "I'm his wife? Huh! I guess I'm just his mistress." Inner Deya.

"I'm across the street. Come here!" edward's orders.

Deya's eyes grew instantaneously. He looked at a car that stopped across the street.

The deg! Deya became panicked with a face that paled instantly.

"But. i-," Deya's speech was cut off.

"Now, Deya!" edward's wrath was restrained. They just went through a hot night together and now Deya is with another man. Are there no faithful women on this earth? Edward asked in pain in his heart considering the affair Soraya had done behind him.

"No, I have to go" said Deya.

"Why?"

"Lia's waiting for me in that car," Deya's reason for not wanting to be caught if she's married to another man.

"Lia?" ask Angga. Not wanting any more questions Deya then went across the street just leaving Angga staring at the nanar of his departure. Throughout their new relationship this time she feels alien to Deya and like there is a distance that she does not know what it is.

The car door is knocked by Deya, Edward opens it and lets Deya into the car.

"Lake in!" Edward stared at Deya as cold as the north pole that could freeze blood.

"I...." Deya looked towards Edward who seemed unhappy looking at her. Did that guy see him? If so, he's in big trouble.

Lazy and limp Deya then sat on the chair.

"To Gading Residences coconut apartment," Edward orders Satria who is driving.

"Aren't we going to see a client, sir!'' satria.

"You're the one who met them to represent me. Tell him I'm not seeing him because there's important business."

"Good, sir." Satria restarted the car engine.

Deya just silently stared out the window.

"So you're with another man after being with me?" edward looked ahead. He suppressed the ego and the anger that was about to explode.

"Don't you say we shouldn't interfere in each other's personal affairs?" deya looked at Edward.

"Yes you are my wife! You know what that means!"

Deya bit her lip.

"We're talking somewhere else." Deya's voice sounded soft. Bigger than Edward's breath.

They fell silent like two strangers until they reached Edward's luxurious Condonium.

"Lake in!" edward opens the door for Deya.

Deya stepped inside. He noticed every detail of the living room in the Condonium.

The room uses a contemporary minimalist design with ivory white paint. There was a long sofa enough for four people facing a large television on the wall. On the other side was a wooden staircase leading to the top floor. Under the stairs was a work desk and beside it a dining table with two chairs only. While at the end there is a small clean kitchen may never be used at all. The kitchen facing out the window with a view of the city of Jakarta that wants to be beautiful from the 26th floor.

Edward opened the curtain so that light came into the room from outside.

Edward picked up two drinks bottles, approaching Deya who was looking at a painting on display by Edward.

"It's beautiful" said Deya, who saw a picture of a child hugging her mother.

"Yes, it's Zahra's."

"But why cry instead of smiling or laughing when hugging his mother?"

"The most comfortable place for a child to let go of his grief is the mother" Edward said. Deya sighed then faced Edward.

"You're right." Deya received the bottle, sat down and started drinking it.

Edward put the drink on the table and took off his suit.

"So you want to be mad at me, right? Now, tell me everything that's been your bitch. I don't like us fighting in front of other people. I've never seen you fight with Mom in front of her kids or anyone else, I want us to be like that."

Deya appears to be very mature in response to a problem when she was young and unstable. Edward's anger evaporated instantly. He told Deya to sit between her legs. Deya complied, not wanting to prolong the problem. His head was resting on Edward's chest. Comfortable and warm feel protected.

Edward's large body covers him and kisses Deya's head.

"I don't like you being close to other men when you're with me!" honestly Edward. "Is it wrong and excessive?"

Deya shook her head. He knows wrong about this.

"If you're still in contact with him will you decide?" ask Edward.

"I was about to do that just today he went to the KKN location, I can't bear to do it now. Give me time to do that. After all, we won't meet for the next few months."

They were silent for a moment dissolved in their own minds.

"The matter of the covenant will not interfere in each other's personal affairs" Deya's wiggly finger was on Edward's lips. The woman turned her body so they faced each other and stared at each other.

"You have every right to ask and be angry." Deya put her lips closer to Edward's and kissed him.

The second lesson from Lia, stop the anger of the couple is to seduce not just words but through actions and make the couple fall in your charm.

A mistress has no right to be angry because her body and life belong to her partner. If he gets angry easily then the owner will not feel at home next to him. The key must be good at seducing and acting spoiled.

Actually, Deya's lower body still feels sore and stuffy but he has to hold it to satisfy his owner.

Deya moved with instinct to make the man nearby moan. The thing that made the passion that he did not know yesterday now rise by itself.

For the first time he indulges a man throwing away the attacking disgust and shame. Act like a professional who has done it even though he had choked when spoiling the man.

"You learn very quickly" Edward said as his passion began to peak. He laid Deya on the sofa.

"It's my turn."

Both are on their own. If last night Deya felt pain now she finds pleasure in every touch. When their sweat is fused together and their skin is attached. They are like two human beings fusing into one moment of beating for the sake of being done.

No one spoke only a shrill voice that sounded when their bodies were both shaking violently in the peak of nirvana.

"Deya, you're amazing" Edward loudly amazed Deya. The man's white face flushed with sweat soaking the short ends of his hair. The eyelids are slightly closed to feel the pleasure.

The man looked a thousand more handsome than before with such a random look. Satisfaction rose on Deya's lips forming a thin smile arch.