Handsome CEO And Secret Wife
Part2 - 100

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Two cups of hot chocolate billowing on the table like a new reality that feels strange.

Barrels are mute, Meta is too.

A few minutes ago a small shopkeeper came to a round table made of wood, where they were sitting opposite each other.. then who would have thought if the two of them also called for the same request.

"Hot chocolate's..!"

And the next second both Meta and Laras were both stunned, which ended with Laras twisting his eyeballs still showing an aura of hostility, while Meta was more supple for feeling funny about the situation.

"Is there anything you want to say?" Meta decided to open the conversation first.

Hearing that Laras looked at Meta with a strange look, but as usual his mouth was always throbbing. "Aren't you the one who asked me to talk?" hiss Laras cuek.

"Indeed, but before I speak I want to give you a chance first.."

Laras looks still loyal to be silent, making Meta back to the initiative, still trying to build good communication with this stubborn woman before him.

"We must have a reason before deciding to hate someone." said Meta slowly who was immediately replied with a facial expression Laras who was very unsightly.

"I'm the opposite. I can love and hate someone for no reason. If I like it, yes I like it. If I don't like it, I don't like it. Simplest. So if I don't like you, yes because I don't.."

"Lied.."

"You..

"Jealous."

"What?!"

"You're jealous."

"Sad.." Laras laughs. "But pede. Got any glass?"

Meta breathed slowly. Upset receiving Laras's humiliation is always and always. but giving up this time, it seems to be too late.

"Why did I help you?" concluded Meta, trying to find a topic that if he can make himself feel what the heart is like also the contents of the mind Laras who always jumps here and there.

"Don't ge-er. I have personal issues with the woman and her friends, with absolutely no intention of helping you. I just feel annoyed that woman can get her wish arbitrarily.and that's because you're too weak!!"

"My words are the same.."

"Cih.." Laras even felt annoyed just because he saw the flat look of Meta as if he was not provoked by the circumstances. Barrel shook his hand. "Forget..! because in reality you just gave up and gave something to the woman without a fight. You're weak.."

Hearing that Meta smelled a smile, trying hard not to be offended. "Laras, you do see it that way, but you have to know one thing that I can only be generous, and give what I don't really like. Because for some things, I'm pretty greedy."

"Are you insinuating me now?" Laras stared at Meta with jutek.

Meta had not had time to answer but Laras had told him again.

"You're saying that you don't like Rudi's sister very much so you can give her too?"

"Oh my God, Laras, I'm talking about myself right now, not you or Rudi.." Meta looks almost desperate.

Laras threw his face away, but as soon as he turned to look at Meta's face, the woman's face now looked sad.

"The woman was the woman who had been betrothed to Rico by Rico's parents. He's a distant cousin of Lila.."

"Why did you say all that to me?" reply Baras cuek.

"To make you understand that my household matters are quite complicated. So stop always adding myself to your relationship with Rudi again. Pliss Barrel.."

Laras was silent, but then he stared at Meta fixedly, this time his gaze had been much different than before.

"All right, I understand what you're trying to say. But it seems you also never know, how it feels to like someone after a long time, while the person is even busy liking others.."

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Meanwhile..

A few meters from the round table where Meta and Laras sat opposite two cups of hot chocolate on the table.

Rico stood up and breathed a sigh of relief to see someone who had made him confused was in a coffee shop with Laras.

Rico pulled out his phone to dial Rudi's number.

"Hows it? have met?"

Rudi's voice sounded impatiently greeting.

"Yes, I found them both.."

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"Still angry?"

Rico couldn't help but grab the woman who nearly drove him crazy just a moment ago as soon as their bedroom door closed.

Meta tries to dodge it subtly, but Rico is not that easy to let go. Finally he resigned to accept the embrace of the man who felt increasingly tighter.

"Who is angry too." - Meta.

"Do not want to be touched. go silently.. leave the phone.. what is the name if it is not angry?"

Meta turned his face red, Rico's breathing gusts slapping his nape and temples at the same time can make him blush, while his heart also pounded fretfully.

"Why leave the phone?"

"It's not intentionally left behind." read Meta again.

Rico was silent, Meta was silent as well. But Rico's sturdy arm still continues to circle Meta's tiny body.

In the heart of Rico curses himself, why in this state, his mouth which is usually so clever to issue persuasions, seducing, subtle reasoning, may lose the ability to string good sentences.

"Don't be like this anymore." Finally the sentence came out. Slowly, slowly, as if it had no power in it.

"Like this, what does that mean?"

"Go without saying anything. You intentionally want to drive me crazy? then hit me on my head, all of you.."

"Ish.. daddy, what's the matter?" meta protest slightly shuddered at the sentence ngaco Rico.

Rico put his chin on Meta's shoulder, then peeked the small recess of Meta's neck for a moment, making Meta seem as if a low voltage electric shock had a small treatment that quietly melted his heart in an instant.

'Same child daddy is the same. Both are smart to steal the heart..'

Bathin Meta, somehow always felt the actions of Rico and Rei was always so sweet in the corner of his heart.

"About Shela. I'm sorry.."

Hearing the name 'Shela' is called to make Meta want to break away again, but again his efforts failed because Rico tightened his embrace again.

"Mommy.I promise I won't repeat it again.." whining spoiled like a boy, made Meta feel anxious but didn't want to show it.

"Do I just have to believe?"

"Must believe. I promised you.." whine Rico again.

"What's the guarantee then?"

Rico paused for a moment before finally turning over Meta's body so that their position was now face to face.

"Whatever you want."

"But I've got everything I want to ask for.." Meta again threw his face away with a puff.

"Then how? if I say my heart is a guarantee, I'll be told it's a dreadlocks.."

"Then I want that" concluded Meta quickly, enough to make Rico stunned.

"Alright, because everything in here already belongs to mommy all.." Rico pointed at his chest with a grin, but hearing the poetic lines Meta was silent, even then throbbing. "Well, if I say it like that, the innards must not believe.."

"Eats need not be said, but proved.."

"Alright, then I will prove it.." said so while smiling pervertedly, immediately grabbed Meta's hand, pulling him slowly towards the bed with a king size.

"Egh.. What is this..?" Meta steps so read what is in the mind of Rico at this time.

"Say you want proof?"

"If this is not proof of his name, but mode."

"Yes, consider it evidence of all modes.." Rico had sat Meta's restless body on the edge of the bed, but Meta seemed to shake his head many times.

"No. no.."

"She said love, but invited to bercin ta nolak.." as long as Rico half disappointed.

"Not resist but that's.." Meta pointed at the curtains that were wide open so that the afternoon sun was seen to enter freely there.

"Oh, that's.. Just stay closed, right..?" Rico quickly grabbed the remote curtain located on the nightstand and pressed it until the curtain closed automatically. After that Rico threw the remote just into the bed, came back to Meta and immediately anchored the ciu man, making Meta reverberate.

"D-daddy w-wait a minute.this.."

"Jeez.. This is what else..?" Rico scratched his head in frustration, as Meta did not also stop looking for reproaches to reject him.

Meta's face glimmered when he found Rico's fixed gaze was less than five centi from his face. "It's still noon.."

"It's late afternoon, not noon anymore.."

"But.. me. Can't I take a shower first?" Meta grimaced when he found Rico's annoyed look at him.

"I haven't had a bath either. It's not time to take a shower!" Rico grumbled, starting to get impatient with Meta who looked once just looking for an excuse to ngele.

"D-daddy. how about tonight only.." bargain Meta again trying to buy time.

To be honest Meta felt very restless, embarrassed and a little scared. It's nothing, because if Rico touches it now, it'll be the second moment of Meta's life after the first hot night at Rico's apartment a few days ago.

"Tonight the hotel owner has invited Tian and all of us to dinner. So before dinner, I want to eat you first." whispered Rico can no longer be bargained.

The next second Rico had anchored his long warm, moist, and ripen ciu man, which Meta could no longer resist.

Slowly but surely continue to give a soothing touch, which makes the shame and fear that is struggling in the spirit of Meta gradually disappear, changing with a sense of demanding full of desire.

Rico stared fixedly at Meta's face which was seen closing his eyes and biting his lips as soon as he had positioned himself in the right place and started to press slowly. The reflex lowered his face only to get those grimacing and quivering lips.

"S-it hurts.."

Rico smiled as he looked at the pair of beautiful twitching eyes below him.

"It's okay. Just a moment." said Rico, trying to calm down through a few kisses, although his own arm felt increasingly sore with the nail Meta stuck there.

Rico covered Meta's lips with gentleness, while continuing to lower his body patiently. Once entered perfectly, leave it for a while, before starting to move slowly. Keep moving at an increasing tempo, as*******tuneful Meta is starting to sound in his ears, as if burning out his passion to increase speed, stomping hard..

Meta stroked Rico's face, which continued to be drenched in sweat, but it seemed that the man had not yet found the end point, even though it had caused him to collapse many times.

Rico continued to take Meta sailing through the vast ocean of love as if it were endless..

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