The Trait of Love The Player
Searching for Things
Burak stretches both hands to relieve pain in his waist. The man with the sideburns even closed his eyes for a moment, Burak tried to relax after a few days he was busy arranging the Elvier-model show schedule.
While Elvier, the man still looks busy braining his phone screen. His face looked very serious, even occasionally a thin stroke was seen on his forehead.
"Take all my payments into Yasmine's account, you already have them, right?" elvier said arriving, making Burak re-open both eyes.
The man in black clothes held his body up, his two big eyes staring in disbelief at Elvier. This duitan-eyed model asked him to put all his earnings into Yasmine's account?
Burak, didn't listen wrong?
"You didn't hear wrong, if you didn't believe it. I've turned all my assets into Yasmine's and my son's name. There are some who have also become on your behalf and pam-,"
Brakk!
Burak hit Elvier's desk hard, the two men's jaws tightened. Even with a very disrespectful Burak went up to the table, to be able to reach for the collar of the shirt his cousin was wearing.
"Speak once more, I'm really going to kill you Vier! I told you you'd be cured, "press Burak.
"And you should know, I've found the man who will donate his heart to you, but that man doesn't want us to know his true identity. So from next week get ready, you're going to have liver transplant surgery." Burak continued.
The man of Arab blood released his grip, Burak returned to his place with hunting breath. While Elvier looked as calm as ever, he was already used to seeing Burak brashly at him.
"I'm home!" burak said not willingly.
Elvier looked at his cousin flat, one of his eyebrows raised as he saw Burak not getting up from his seat.
"Yes just go" said Elvier.
The Second Prince again busied himself on his phone, ignoring Burak who stared in disbelief at his ignorant cousin. His base speech was taken seriously by Elvier, but Burak hoped that the cousin would prevent it, then offered him something to eat for example.
"Basic fish is insensitive!" rutuk Burak's.
The man got up, stepped away leaving Elvier who had not glanced at him at all. The Second Prince was more interested in the flat objects in his hands. While Burak continued to move his lips, the man cursed the cousin who had no feelings.
"Burak's sister?"
Burak's steps stopped when he heard someone's call, his forehead frowning when he saw Yasmine step quickly at him while developing her friendly smile.
"Where are Burak's brothers going?" ask Yasmine in English.
Burak smiled clumsily while scratching his head that did not itch at all.
"Emm-I want to go home. My business with your husband is done, then I'll go home first Princess-bye!" pamit Burak's.
Yet again his steps came to a halt as Yasmine again called out to him.
"Sister Burak don't want to try my cake?" bargain Yasmine.
Cu*k appointed, the shoots in love ulam also arrived.
It just so happens that Burak is hungry, so it would not hurt if he enjoyed the cake made by his brother-in-law, right? elvier.
I want it to feel Burak laughing happily at this time, finally in this palace there are residents who have hearts.
"Can!" suhut Burak enthusiastically.
Yasmine smiled slightly, "Yes if so Brother Burak wait a moment, I want to wrap the cake first. Uncle Ahmet is okay too! so wait here."
The other...
Drenched in cold water by the Second Prince's perfect body, Elvier closed both eyes with one of his hands resting on the wall, while the other hand continues to go along every curve of his beautiful body covered with soap foam.
Even the tall man wore a thin smile, at this moment he imagined that Yasmine was indulging his body at this moment. The Princess's clumsy fingers stroked the surface of her skin slowly, giving her a strange sail. More precisely making something that was still blocked by the pants expand, asking for a more intense touch.
Cleks!
The sound of the bathroom door opening, Elvier who still closed both eyes and enjoyed every drop of shower water that fell on his body, did not intend at all to open both eyes.
The smile on his lips widened, when Elvier felt someone holding him from behind. The sail on his body became more and more, when the long fingered fingers began to touch his chest and muscular stomach. Accompanied by a wet kiss on his back and shoulders.
"You want to take a bath together, hm?" muttered Elvier without wanting to open both his eyes.
The man still enjoyed every touch of asductive as the smooth hand, the long fingered lace with his long colored nails, and the slightly exotic skin tone.
Waitie? Elvier opened his eyes when he realized that the right ring finger was wearing nothing.
The deg!
Both Elvier's jaws hardened when he saw that the naughty hand did not belong to the Princess.
Bruock!
With a single blow Elvier managed to release the hold, the Second Prince stared fiercely at the woman before him. Full of calculations and threats, even with cruel Elvier grabbed the woman's neck, then cornered the bathroom wall. Elvier does not care about his almost naked state.
"So good you to come in here!" siss Elvier.
Instead of being afraid, the woman gave her sweetest smile to Elvier, in between her thinning breath.
"Who let you into my private room and my wife, Zoyya!" elvier's strangulation tightened even more, when he saw the woman looked not afraid of him at all.
"I-I like your current appearance, Pa-ngeran," said Zoyya, between life and death.
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