Adrian

It was six in the morning and a weekend but I will be going to office. Though I could start to work a little late, I couldn't take a holiday because I need to preside on some urgent meets. Playing the hairs of Christina I dial my best friend Sherlock. "Hey man, good morning. How are you doing? Can we meet today for lunch at your favourite restaurant 'The Ramolas'?

Sherlock chortles from the other end. "Good morning and I'm good. What's special today that Mr Workaholic remembers me so early in the morning?" I play the ring of Christina, her hand resting on my bare chest and her head on my shoulders. "Well, I will tell you once we meet at the diner."

Chris raises her head from my shoulders and asks pointing to the phone on who I was talking. Had she watched my lips she wouldn't have asked me. Nevertheless I wanted to take full use of the opportunity and hover over her, careful no

Christina

Adrian dropped me at my parent's home one week ago as we are not allowed to reside under the same roof before marriage. Mom and dad were ecstatic hearing our wedding news. Today is my marriage with the most handsome, benevolent and charismatic leader of this country and my happiness has no limits about it.

Yesterday after his bachelor's party Adrian came home. He appeared a little drunk. Putting his head on my chest and his hand resting on my tummy he slept like a baby on me. We had only a brief love making even after a week of staying celibate because I expeditiously feel tired of the advancing pregnancy.  Yet, whenever I see my fiancée my hormones are on a haywire. I did not know when he left because he might have already understood the panic my parents would have after seeing us both on the same bed.

Soon after I got up from sleep at six in the morning I saw a message on 

Adrian

I huddle outside my room leaving Amaira behind and accelerated through the long office corridor reaching my personal elevator but Chris was already gone. Damn it! During the times like this I hate huge offices. I strike the elevator door with my fist and was about to go back to my office.

"What happened?" Amaira stops me on my track and rubs my forearms. She reaches through my vision gazing at the elevator. "I'm so sorry Adrian, did she already leave?" She asks me anxious. Something about this woman told me she wasn't clean as much she was presenting. "I will take care of the issue please leave Amaira." I tell her in weariness but with as much politeness as I could manage and walk back to my room.

I pick my phone from my pant pocket and immediately dial my driver. "Harold, greetings can be conveyed later. Christina had just left the office. She is depressed and angry as she saw

Adrian

It was six in the morning and a weekend but I will be going to office. Though I could start to work a little late, I couldn't take a holiday because I need to preside on some urgent meets. Playing the hairs of Christina I dial my best friend Sherlock. "Hey man, good morning. How are you doing? Can we meet today for lunch at your favourite restaurant 'The Ramolas'?

Sherlock chortles from the other end. "Good morning and I'm good. What's special today that Mr Workaholic remembers me so early in the morning?" I play the ring of Christina, her hand resting on my bare chest and her head on my shoulders. "Well, I will tell you once we meet at the diner."

Chris raises her head from my shoulders and asks pointing to the phone on who I was talking. Had she watched my lips she wouldn't have asked me. Nevertheless I wanted to take full use of the opportunity and hover over her, careful not to put any weight on her belly and kiss her sensuous.  My fiancé turns more enticing each passing 

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