18 Figures (1/2)

She directly went to her fiancé's penthouse, remove her clothes and put some comfortable pajamas. She got a key on his penthouse since he insisted. She got no energy to drive back to the mansion. She texted him and take a photo of herself on his penthouse. In just 10 seconds he immediately responded.

Her phone is ringing and frown on the number. International number of her crazy suitor who wanted to assassinate her. Or more like, to kidnap her. She hang up and she receive a message.

Darling, I see that your fiancé is just a tycoon.

”Asshole.” She said aloud, throwing her phone on the couch and sleep.

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He reach his penthouse and look at the traces of scattered clothes on the floor. Even her panties in bras are on the floor. He put his brief case on the table, removing his tie and coat. He simply drop it on the floor and went to take a warm shower. After drying himself, he put his PJs on and crawl on bed on the sleeping woman, on her back from him.

”Baby.”

”Hmm.” He stopped. She hums. Then it means that she could speak. But there's no rush, just that small hum makes him aroused. His heart skip a beat. He caress her hair and wanted to hear more of it.

It's just crazy. He wanted to hear more of her. Back then—he doesn't remember her humming or moaning or talking. They just kiss and do it. Never had he thought that he'll be this crazy just to hear her voice.

”Sabrina,” he mutter.

”What?” she murmur. He was dumbfounded and she was still sleeping. ”Mom…” he stop and watch her brows frown. She is muttering so low that he barely hear it. But he read her lips. ”Mom. Dior. Tattoo.” She mutter it over and over again. She's sweating and finally, he woke her up and she sat up, full of cold sweat.

He run out to fetch her cold water and she lean on the bed and wait for him. She drink half of the bottle of the water. He caress her hair and reach the tissue to dump it on her sweats.

”You hungry?” She nodded. ”I'll cook something fast or order nearby?” She raise two of her fingers. He nodded and reach his phone which means she prefer the second choice.

He open an app and show her what she wanted to eat. She just tap on the screen and they waited on the balcony of the penthouse for their delivery. She was sitting on his lap leaning on him while they are watching the skyscrapers of the city.

He didn't say anything that he heard her speak. But he let her lean on him just to comfort her. It must be a very bad dream for her.

”I settled our engagement. Do you have any suggestions?” She only shook her head and reach his big hand to compare it with hers. Her hand felt so smooth and soft. He intertwine his and with her. This little gesture was enough for him to found her affection.

He shove his face on the crook of her neck and smell her enticing scent. Like he was walking on the aisle of Japan with blooming Sakura trees. A very beautiful first day of spring of blooming flowers. He suddenly wanted to go to Japan this coming spring with her.

”How about let's held our wedding before Valentines or on Valentines?” She write on his palm.

”We. Are. Breaking. Peoples. Heart.” He chuckled. She was right after all. Since Valentines is just few weeks away and their preparation are already settled. He let her have her designs for her wedding gown and his tux.

”Sabrina.” She turn her head slightly. ”I promise you. Even though this is an arrange marriage. We have days for our marriage trial and this will be until death apart us. I promise to be faithful to you. I promise to dote on you more than your brothers dote on you. I promise that I'll only have you in my heart.

”And if I break one of these promises or a single on them, then I'll let you have your way to punish me.”

She reach his palm and write again.

”Kinky. Sex.” He burst out laughing.

”Honey, I never thought that you'll be this bold. But, even though that was a tempting punishment, I have my ways to fulfill your darkest desire.”

He lay her down on the reclined chair, getting between her legs. Inch by inch, he was tempted on her beautiful perfect shape of lips. Color of the blushing rose and before he own her lips, the sound of complaining stomach interrupts. She pouted and look down on her stomach. He don't know whether to cry or laugh on their situation but it complains again.