Melissa, The Lost Memory
Chapter Thirty Three

NB: A little bit of a little bit?

The two stowaways in front completely closed both their eyes as well as their eyes from everything that was happening behind Mario's back as well as Resti's. Even if the shock is greater than the earthquake alone, they do not dare to look back or glance from the rearview mirror. Because the fate of their work is more important than the level to their innate.

Mario even broke out in a cold sweat, the foot he used to step on the brakes and the gas felt like numbness due to his shivering numbness. And Resti repeatedly remembered Mario to be careful.

"Sir Mar be careful, huh?" Resti can only pray that they can get to Brad's house safely after their boss asks Mario to increase the speed of Brad's car.

Once the magnificent building looks from the three-story house, Mario and Resti can breathe a sigh of relief. They are unceasingly grateful. Gratitude for reaching the destination and not getting an electronic ticket.

Mario and Resti hurriedly opened the door for his superior. They don't want to get any unpleasant treatment if they mess up their boss's beautiful plans once. Mario, one of the staff who has been with Brad for a long time, understands what his boss would be like if he was angry.

Soon, Mario is about to grab Melissa's hand to lift into the house. However, "What are you going to do?" reprimand Brad before Mario lifts Melissa's body that looks powerless due to his actions earlier in the car.

"You're going to take Miss Melissa inside, sir!"

"Keep away from him, I'll take him." Brad objected if Mario lifted Melissa's body. Because the clothes that cover the back of Melissa are no longer because of its shape.

And before Brad lifted Melissa, the man had covered the entire body of Melissa connecting the designer suit she was wearing.

Resti and Mario follow Brad who now takes his wife into his house. Both of them wondered inwardly why today their boss was so overprotective of his wife.

Arriving as Brad walked through the first floor and was about to climb the stairs to the top floor he told Resti and Mario, "Before you go home you eat here!"

They all did not eat, especially Mario since this afternoon he helped many other staff in various jobs in the 3rd commission of the Indonesian House of Representatives.

"Then you're on your own? I haven't had dinner yet." Mario is still worried about Brad's meal.

However, Brad lightly replied, "I'll eat Mom."

"Did?"

"Huh?"

The two Brad staffs looked at each other with expressions like cengo goats. In addition, Colin and one of the servants who used to serve the Lord and Lady of the house for dinner also gaped when he heard the boss say this.

"I mean, I'll eat with mom later "

Brad immediately climbed the stairs that would take him to the third floor before everyone further speculated with his statement just now.

Colin and the servant's aunt even covered their wide mouths with their two hands compactly.

"Mother and Father seem to have made up, sir!"

"In a moment, little angel chirps will fill this house, Lastri!" colin added to Lastri the servant's aunt.

Resti who has not understood the life of his new boss is increasingly clueless with the conversation between the butler and the servant aunt.

"And they are husband and wife, it's only natural that Mr. Brad and Ms. Melissa are on good terms?"

"Be quiet, I think you should learn not to kepo, miss!"

"Ready, Mr. Mar!"

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Brad laid Melissa on the bed. He looked at the peaceful face of Melissa who was asleep or rather unconscious like this. "If you're quiet like this, you're pretty sweet, Mel!"

For the cold heat he had been feeling since, Brad could only endure it by fondling his wife in the car. His hand, which had been taken up in this, had moved freely to touch every inch of the wife's body.

Then Brad moved from his position observing Melissa. Sometimes he turned back to the wife who was really heavy he left.

Brad walked to and fro thinking, "I've sworn to him I won't touch him because it's just a marriage deal."

"But she's my wife? I have every right to do anything to her, don't I?"

With a face between resisting the desire to have and his evil, Brad is swayed between two choices. That is to keep going forward or backward as he had promised Melissa before.

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In it Brad thinks, until he does not realize if Melissa is about to get up from her bed. Brad immediately catches Melissa's body staggered by the influence of the wine earlier.

"Where are you going, honey?"

"I want to go home, my husband will be angry if I continue in this resort."

Brad was aghast at Melissa's words, he didn't expect that Melissa could obey him like this.

"It's in our house, Mel! look at! i'm who?"

Melissa brought her face closer to her husband's. The distance between the two is no more than ten centimeters. Even their breaths could fuse with each other. Brad has been hypnotized with Melissa's sweet attitude like this.

"I know, you're my husband! the rice pitcher!"

There is no sense of annoyance and ignited emotions, Brad even more convincing himself to go forward to have Melissa as a whole.

The flames, which had not yet been extinguished, now intensified as Melissa drew closer to Brad. The smell of the breath now extends to Brad's sense of smell and forces the man who has been addicted to his wife's body to shower him.

With a fiery blaze of spirit, Brad begins to walk every inch of his wife's body with his lips. Starting from a sweet kiss that results in a kiss full of excitement. Brad doesn't seem to need a cue anymore.

"I am her husband, legal in the eyes of law and religion. Who's gonna ban me?"

Melissa squirms as attack after attack on her husband. Until without ba-bi-bu Brad starts stripping the clothes worn by Melissa. Starting outer in the form of a blazer to leave a white tank top as its iner.

Brad did not miss the neckline of the wife who was so tempting to immediately taste. While his hands are active guerrilla in every corner belongs to the wife.

The vow****** and the interlocked moans make Brad's spirit more pumped up. Their sweat fused with each other with an unparalleled pleasure. Either this is just the beginning or the end of their story. Brad doesn't really care about tomorrow and beyond. Because tonight, this second he just wants to spend it with Melissa.

For tomorrow, I don't know what reason he'll tell Melissa. Let it be Brad and Melissa's business. Will Brad sabotage Melissa's memory or will Brad apologize profusely to Melissa? That can all be thought of tomorrow. Today, this moment, as well as tonight the world has sided with him.

Not to mention a jackpot was obtained by Brad for his services to open a farm. "This is the first time for Melissa? So all this time, he .. agggrhh ... " The guy's getting more energetic doing his night sports.

"I'm sorry, Mel! I don't know if you're still ... !" Brad's getting into a dilemma.

After the two sweat, Brad had kissed his wife's forehead before sprawling helplessly beside Melissa.

The sweat poured until the air-conditioned room was not cool at all. While Melissa, she wriggled and buried her head near the husband. Brad immediately covered Melissa's innocent body with a bad cover so that the wife did not get cold.

"Thanks, Mel! don't try to run away again, will you? Because you're mine." That smile was so cunning and petty. Brad now will not stay silent if anyone dares to harass his.

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