With the Man of My Dreams
Chapter 17
Ocha thought about Alexios. And he seems to be getting back to that marriage. But again and again, Ocha still feels and considers this marriage is just a formality in the form of cooperation.
Is this assumption true?
“But, he's my husband. It's officially my husband, so, this isn't just a form of cooperation, is it?!”
Ocha and Alexius will meet. But in Ocha's house. Alexios came to his wife.
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“It's been three years we've been married. But, it does not yet have the official form of the bond.” Alexius. Ocha confused.
“Means?”
“Husband-wife relationship? You gotit? I want you.” Alexius Frontal.
Ocha was shocked to death. His eyes bulged, his cheeks red like a boiled crab.
Alexius chuckled lightly, stroking Ocha's bulging eyes.
“Don't glare, I want to inaugurate you to be mine completely.”
An ocha bit Alexios finger.
“Awwh. You are vicious too it turns out.” Chuckle Alexius teases. Ocha is getting upset.
When is this talk series-----
“Let's talk about this.”
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Hahaha, just now in Ocha's mind arises, uh, it turns out it's about to start.
“You agree with my decision?”
Ocha nodded.
“What's your response?”
“I should have asked. What did your parents respond to?”
The smile on Alexios' lips shrank. He felt guilty for his wife.
“You don't have to think about that. Most importantly, our marriage is known by the whole world. I have prepared everything, and also prepared various media to share our story.”
Ocha sneered at the look on her husband's face.
Alexius chuckled as he twisted his lips to pout Ocha.
The sense of self Alexius present. Suddenly dusting. He suppressed this sudden desire. But no longer strong.
He came closer to his wife's face. Gently stroked his wife's delicate face. Then whisper right to the wife's ear, “I want to ask for my right now. Tonight.”
Alexius knew Ocha's stiffened body was shocked. He was about to move away, but before that, Alexios quickly held back Ocha's nape and kissed Ocha's lips gently.
But the gentle kiss grew increasingly violent and demanding. Ocha who had been rebellious began to retaliate and enjoy it.
Even longer, Alexius's hand increasingly thrashed into the soft stroking that was on the part of Ocha's body behind the sleeping pajamas worn by the girl who soon became the woman.
“Emhh--”
Ocha moaning. The more the soul of the maleness of Alexius struggling great. In fact, with ******one time ejected from Ocha's small lips was able to make junior Alexios stiffen.
The man's hand crept further and further, calming Ocha's troubled heart of Adriana with a chaotic twist. The one who made the ****** was created just like that from his lips.
“Emh... Al--- Ahhh, Geliiihhhh Ocha's sigh between the touch of the husband was also a light kiss given by the man all over his neck that began to turn red.
And then, a point of passion appeared in both. Alexius undressed Ocha slowly and still beheaded each other. And Alexius who stripped his own body.
“It will hurt, but only briefly. Believe me, next there is only comfort for you and for myself.”
Alexios's seduction was taken by Ocha. And they start various scenes that only they know. And officially, it has become a husband and wife who fill each other's inner selves.
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In the morning, Ocha woke up and looked at Alexios who was still faithfully closed with his sturdy arms tightly hugging Ocha's slender waist. Both are still naked, erratous, just wearing the interior. Alexius bare-chested.
If remembered, Ocha felt ashamed. However, there was nothing more he doubted. After all, they are officially husband and wife. So, it's legal to do that.
“For my wife,” that hoarse voice made Ocha's heartbeat.
“Why is your cheek flushed?” chuckle Alexius teases.
It seemed, he was happy to tease Ocha. His wife became more beautiful when she met red.
“You haven't answered my greeting earlier.” The man's protest was on his woman.
“Again, my husband.” Answer with a sweet smile.
Alexius was shut tight for a moment. He could not see the sweet smile of his wife. Even when the red cheeks meet it has not disappeared. Really, he was very worried about his woman. His love and affection multiplied many times.
“After this---” Say both at the same time.
“You first.” Simultaneously again.
Ahem.
Ocha quibbling shyly. While Alexius smiled and preferred to budge, stroking Ocha's cheek then said, “Women first.”
“So gini, what our wedding will be also just for work-”
“Stttt. No. gabe. It's really going to be official. Not working together like three years ago. I will really consider you wife and we will live together forever.” Cut Alexius. He knew very well the topic that this woman was going to discuss.
Ocha looked up to examine whether or not the man was right through the gaze.
Sincerest.
The look that her man gave her. Her priest? Yes, Alexius the man from this moment onwards.
“You should never think of it as just cooperation. Marriage is sacred in your opinion, and once in a lifetime. Same with me.”
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Tonight, they separated. Ocha sent Alexius back to the man's parents. Because, Alexius must work and be the heir to the company is not easy. She did not want to, if her husband was tired of having to go back and forth so far to work.
“But, I'm scared. Why in my mind is there only this form of cooperation in marriage? I don't want to think this wedding is just a cooperation.”
Ting
Ting
Ting
Ting
Many messages came in simultaneously on his phone. A lot, he thought.
*Sleep My Wife! Don't stay up, you'll be sick
Don't forget to eat. If you miss me, call me, don't worry.
I love you and I love you always
I will guard and protect you from any danger, let's be open to each other from now on*.
Ocha's cheeks are red.
And Ocha just reply, ‘Ya, Alright, thanks, good night’
It was only one message to reply to all four messages.
And he really slept, obeying the orders of the husband. They return LDR, errat, rarely meet.
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“Hah! I really miss him. I want to meet him and immediately inaugurate the whole world about us. I can't wait.”
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“Please stop, I'm asking you. Don't bother him anymore. It was enough that he lost both his parents. It's enough he's suffering.”
“I told you, don't interfere too deeply. He's not who you are anymore. I'm your sister. Conscious!”
“I just don't want you to regret it. Someday, you will know the truth. It's not their family's fault. Even they are very good on our parents.”
One of them was angry, raised a hand sign of dismissing the conversation, “I'm tired.don't interfere any more about this. I'm sick of you.”
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Who were they in that last conversation?