Cerpen Kahwin Paksa Dengan Bos Garang Novels & Stories

He suddenly raised his voice, then lowered it with a pitiful expression. "I don't have any woman. I've been only waiting for you for five years." Harry saw tears welling up in her eyes, resolutely leaned down, and continued kissing her. However, this time, she didn't resist him anymore; she even responded fiercely with her arms wrapped around his neck. Harry effortlessly removed her white underwear and threw it onto the ground. Just as he was about to free the swollen part inside his pants, the door to the room was forcefully pushed open. Martin rushed in in a panic. As soon as he saw the steamy scene, he turned into stone and immediately turned away, his mouth stammering a few words, "B...

She sat stiffly, trying not to notice the way everyone in the room seemed to glance their way. Over wine and perfectly cooked steak she couldn’t taste, Damian laid out the terms with brutal clarity. “One year. You will be my wife in name. Attend events, live in my home, play the role until my family backs off. In return, every debt you have disappears. Your mother receives the best care. Your brother’s education is secured. And when the year ends, you walk away richer than you ever dreamed.” Emery’s knife clattered against her plate. She stared at him, breath caught between fury and disbelief.

"So, according to your story, you're in love with your boss, who is obviously married? His wife is cheating on him and you have known about it for a long time. You're even helping her to keep the secret?" "I'm so pathetic, right? I mean, I even had to lie to my boss several times just to cover her ass." Katherine sighed. " Now, she wants to run away with her lover, leaving my boss's heart broken. Could you believe that?" "You don't have to keep beating yourself. You had no choice but to do what you had to do." Eric said, trying to calm his bothered friend even though he knew that wouldn't solve the problem. Just as he had imagined, Katherine suddenly grabbed her glass, gulping the drink down

MERET "Spread your legs." Three words. That's all it took to make every promise I'd made to myself feel frighteningly fragile. My knees parted, brushing against the polished wood of the conference table as I opened myself to him completely. It was happening. The exact, twisted fantasy that had haunted my dreams for the past six months. My boss taking me against the long table in Conference Room B. Pulling my silk underwear aside. Taking whatever he wanted. Adrian hooked two fingers into my soaking folds, slipping past my tight entrance and driving them deep inside me in one smooth stroke.

"The boss is coming here today and I heard from Miss Mendes telling her husband that the boss' wife left the child with him and run away with a different lover ," "What??? How!!" " That isn't all.The man she left with is the boss' best friend" she says as we enter the room. I guess that is what everyone is talking about. "I hope I get a chance with him. I had he is handsome and quite big. I can't wait to get him inside of me", Kathy says dreamily. "No Kathy , he must be heartbroken and you know why we are here right"I say to her "Oh don't be such a prude. Live at little" she says rolling her eyes getting into her dress.

I was about to step back when my back touched the cabinet. "And you are not allowed to tell anyone about this. If I find out, try me, you'll regret it," he threatened. "I won't. Why would I do that? We owe you. I understand that I have things to do to pay for that." I held the paper up to my chest. "But why are you doing this? We can do this arranged marriage without these rules and punishments." He closed his eyes and when he opened them it had a whole different emotions again. "We've different preferences in life. Some like casual and vanilla while I find it dull and uninteresting."

He hated how she was still rejecting her new reality, but it was their wedding and he did not want to let his emotions got the better of him on the special day. “I will go to the altar first, as soon as you hear your name being announced, you just have to enter the hall and slowly walked toward the altar, do you understand?” He asked. She did not give him any answer. It seemed ignoring him was her new way of communicating. “Put on some nice perfume, each time you smell it, you’ll always remember this day.” He kissed her on the cheek and left the room to start the wedding ceremony. After a while, Karina stood in front of the door, feeling anxious, she thought of running away, but she also kne

"She cooks in my son's penthouse at seven AM in pajamas? How domestic." I wanted to disappear. Adrian leaned down, lips inches from ear, voice low only I could hear. "Trust me." Then he did something I never expected. Turned me around, cupped my face with large hands, and kissed me. Hard. Possessive. Dominant. Not soft fake kiss. My ex-husband's billionaire boss kissed me in his penthouse kitchen, in front of his mother. I gasped against his mouth. Lips warm, demanding. One hand slid to waist and pulled tight against chest. I felt heart beating, strong and fast. Smelled cedar cologne. Hands without thinking grabbed his black shirt.

NOTE THAT THIS BOOK IS FICTION. SO, DON'T COMMUNICATE THIS BOOK'S ACTIONS TO REAL LIFE. ..... Seven years ago…. Inside the grand bedroom, a small figure was asleep on the bed, it wasn't long before her eyes swung open. She stared blankly at the environment, even though she has spent five years of her life here, it still feels extremely awkward to her. In a Mansion where she was unwanted, and the servants even looked down upon her…. Indeed she was the unwanted wife of the Mansion, she finally realised why she was married into the Mansion in the first place. The man she has always loved and admired secretly all these years, he never even looked her up in the eyes, not even once. Never have she

He removed my little wet hair from the back and his lips met with the back of my neck giving me a burning sensation all over my body. A low moan left my throat. How can my body betray me and obey him? He turned me and my eyes were still low, not ready to meet his unwanted stare. Holding my chin he made me look up in his eyes but still, my eyes were low, not ready to feel that unwantedness which he didn't fail to give from the movement I entered this house. “Look at me,” he said in a bone-shivering voice which made me look into his eyes. His face was holding a satisfied smirk because I obeyed him without questioning him back. “I want you not to tell anyone at the office that we are married an