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"You've been here for three months. Let's take this as our first quarterly meeting, to sit down and discuss as two adults, give each other honest feedbacks so we can improve," I glare at him at the mention of ‘we’, " ‘I’ can improve this relationship." I remain silent in my seat, clearly not bothering about this at all. He can say anything he wants but he too knows that I'm doing this just to fulfil the requirement, a way of getting him to sign my detention sheet and finally permit me to leave. "I only have two years so I need as much feedbacks as I can to speed things up." Has he forgotten the other party -me, I'm the other party- do not want to speed things up? In fact, I want things to be the way it is. Leave me be. I don't want to be in a relationship with you. I don't want to improve this relationship. "I'll start," he leans back in a relaxed manner though his eyes are still focused on my whole being, "I thought we were progressing after we came back from the wedding. I thoug
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I can never predict this woman. Just as I'm about to bring myself to my full height, she suddenly takes my hand to pull me back into the position I was in, making us face each other at the same eye level. The way she looks at me reignites the fire I had earlier this morning that without thinking much -well, I don't think much these days do I-, I dive in for a kiss while swiping her off the couch and take the very same seat she occupied only this time she's sitting on my lap. I claim her lips the way I desire, and it felt so good when she meets me halfway by how eager she returns my kiss. She willingly straddles me with her hands roping my neck, her body getting closer by the seconds until our chest collide. I groan when she naughtily grinds on my hard on, teasing me so bad that I need to release some tension by palming her juicy bottom. They fit perfectly as if they're moulded just for my consumption. Our energy sync, our chemistry explodes, we are making out like two lustful bun
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I haven't recovered from my bliss of orgasm when he suddenly hugs my tiny frame, bringing both of us to the couch, lying horizontally. Despite being blinded by the robe's tie, he cages me underneath his bulky body with ease, as if he's done this too many times. "What are you doing," I panic at the power he just gained. And... uhh, he did do this a lot back then, when we used to fuck every single day. Now it's just a distant memory. Fine, maybe not so distant because the last time he flipped me around like this was six weeks ago. "It's my turn." He smirks before charging into me in long, slow strokes as to savour the taste, totally opposite to what happened when I was on top of him. I honestly thought we'd hit the high together when he complained about not being able to stop himself from coming too soon but looks like I was wrong, he managed to control himself afterall. "Faster," I urge, feeling another surge of orgasm is approaching. It's a wonder what an expert he is when it c
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The man really stayed true to his word.I left in a rush that afternoon; while changing in the bathroom, I asked him to uncover his mask and got dressed, obviously didn't want to leave an impression to Jonathan that we're this kinky couple that has such fetishes in the bedroom. He insisted on escorting me to the airport but I reminded him he's a gift so he should do as I say, just stay at home and I'll see him in August. With a frown but obliged nevertheless, he pulled me into an embrace and whispered a promise, "I'll leave you alone for two months, but you'll be mine once I'm there."I didn't respond to it, making it seems like I was really in a rush and dashed into the car, leaving the penthouse with four large suitcases that made me look like I'm not gonna return here at all for the fact it's just two months in my hometown. So yeah, he really gives me space and time as he promised because I haven't received a single phone call, not even a text since I landed Jakarta last week.
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It's true, I'm really not pregnant. After the dinner on our Girl's Night, Dian and Luna shared a ride since their house is close to each other while Mama who was supposed to go home with me decided to go with Papa; he showed up at the very last minute, wanting to have late-night snack with his wife so yeah, I had to drive home all alone. I don't know what happened, perhaps to succumb to my doubt about earlier event, I stopped by at a pharmacy and got myself three pregnancy tests. Maybe the one my mother bought was somewhat faulty? According to Go0gle, it's best to take the test right after you wake up in the morning so I went to bed, forced myself to sleep though I remained awake until Fajr prayer. I decided to take the test afterwards and as expected, it was another negative. I repeated the same routine for the next two days, but they all gave me the same answer- a big fat Not Pregnant. To remove the doubt further, I purchased three more that were from different brands and types
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I feel so much better, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders after spilling everything out to my sisters. To keep it bottled, brewing in me for three whole months clearly made me a bitter person so today, I'm back to being the cheerful Alya I once was. Well that's what they said, because I don't even realise it impacted my personality that bad. "Can you pleaseeeee stop ordering pizza again? I feel like vomiting every time I see that pizza box, I sure will vomit for real once you open the box and flaunt that triangle thing to my face." Dian groans while Luna giggles for succeeding to annoy her sister. "Get a bucket then, because I already ordered one for me!" By me that would mean her and 'me', because Luna eats like two slices and the rest would always be shoved towards me- the walking trashcan. And yes, she has been eating pizza everyday since last week, though thankfully they're of different flavors. I'd vomit too if it's the same thing because like I said, I'm the on
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I hardly think this is stalking.Borderline stalking, sure. But the intention matters, right? That's what differentiating this from either being a stalker, or just a worried husband. I am a billionaire, and according to some ridiculous lists by those tv shows and magazines, my family is one of the top five richest family in US. So it's perfectly justifiable to hire a whole squad to keep an eye on my wife, because it would be too late to do anything if she somehow got discovered by bad people who aim to retrieve money from me by the act of kidnapping, blackmailing, or any other crime. I have money and power to shut them up, or blackmail them back, but if they touch my wife, or do worse things to her, I'd regret it till the day I die for not protecting her with all I have. She wants space, I'll give her space. But to pull the plug on security, there is no way in hell I'm going to agree to that. Be it stalking, or invasion of privacy, I'll deal with the lawsuit if she so much wants
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Jakarta is known for its ridiculous traffic jam so being the adventurous city girl, I influence my little sister to follow me to the night market by motorcycle. Luna and I had been doing this since I got my licence in high school but we stopped when she went overseas to further her studies so to do this again, to reminisce our fond memory, shopping at such crowded places hunting for cheap, authentic Indonesian street food, ahhhhh I'm homeeeee! After seven weeks of being in my hometown, I must say I'm born to be an Indonesian. I'm born to spend my days in this tropical weather rather than the four seasons at a big city called New York. I love how I can converse with anyone without needing to stutter just because I can't find the right word in English. Everybody speaks Indonesian, and everybody shares the same cultural behaviour. I don't have to worry if anything I do will offend someone. Most importantly, the one thing that I will always treasure is how easy it is for me to get my
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