Merried With Mr. Millionaires
Gulana
Alana awoke from her sleep, then spread her gaze across the room. But Alana didn't find Jordan.
Her body felt sticky, Alana tried to get up from her bed. Walk slowly to the bathroom.
Alana stared at her scarred legs, probably because she walked away wearing flatshoes until they were scuffed.
Alana cleaned her body with lightning fast, because the wound on her leg felt sore when exposed to water.
After finishing her bath, Alana came out with a kimono towel. Alana steps up when she sees Jordan who just entered her room with a tray.
Jordan keeps a tray filled with food for Alana's breakfast on the nightstand. Jordan noticed Alana's wet-looking body, making her passion appear instantly.
Alana silently watched Jordan who was now staring at her.
“Wait another? Get your clothes on! Or you deliberately want to tease me!”
“Ti-no,” replied Alana nervously. With a quick step Alana walked into the dressing room and put on her clothes.
Alana was silent behind the connecting door of the room and the dressing room, there was a sense of shame that enveloped her.
“Did you faint inside?” shout Jordan.
Alana quickly opened the door, and walked slowly towards the bed. Jordan looked serious with his mobile phone.
“This is for me?” alana asked as she looked at the food Jordan had brought.
“Hmmm.”
Because her stomach had rung Alana took the meat soup Jordan had brought for her. Alana recalls the incident yesterday when Jordan bribed her, but Alana refused and caused the spoon held by Jordan to fall.
“Sorry.”
Jordan turned his attention to Alana who suddenly said an apology.
“Sorry for last night, I acted like a child.”
Jordan nodded his head, and refocused on his phone. While having her breakfast, Alana notices a serious Jordan on her phone screen.
Jordan is what?
After finishing her breakfast, Alana glanced at the clock in her room. “Master didn't go to work?”
Jordan keeps his cell phone, now the young master turns his attention to Alana.
Alana looked at Jordan confusedly, as the young master suddenly sat before her.
“Alana I want to descend from you, for the successor of my company.”
“why should I, sir?” ask Alana.
“Because you are my wife,” replied Jordan briefly.
I'm not your wife Jordan, I'm just your bedside
Alana bowed her head, enduring the pain in her heart.
“See me, Alana!”
Alana was forced to raise her head and stare at Jordan's pitch-black ball.
“You will never regret being my wife.”
Alana sighed very slowly, Jordan as if carrying Alana to the wind. But Alana was aware of her position, she was just a poor girl.
Alana admitted that she was not beautiful, even Alana had heard from the staff who were talking about her CEO. Who brought a woman like a model into his room.
Did they fuck?
Alana's heart felt pinched because of her own question. Even if they make love to Alana, Jordan only considers her a wife to be in bed, not a real wife.
“Then what am I doing?” Alana ventured to ask.
“Your job is just to satisfy me, and give birth to a descendant for me!”
Although Alana already knew the answer the band that would come out of Jordan's mouth would hurt her, but her mouth asked instead. Though Alana hopes that Jordan will not think of her as just a bed satisfied.
You want what? Love from Jordan. Who the fuck are you?
Alana feels Jordan will never love her, maybe Jordan just thinks of her as a toy. If you are tired of Jordan throw it away.
Is Jordan going to dump me after giving birth to a child for her?