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My Wife is My Nephew's Bodyguard

Layla, a great assassin was forced to be a bodyguard to a 15 years old teen boy. Feeling cheated, she unwillingly accepts the mission and went to start her job. To her surprise, she meets him again. The once great man in the past becomes a perverted man and she falls into his passionate love. They get married as per the man said to ease up her work as a secret bodyguard. " Hey, sis. Are you single? My Uncle still single and available." Said the teen boy, teasingly. Uncle: "Good!" Layla: "...." Good, my a*s!! Maids: Nooooo!!! Young Master is mine!! [WARNING: This story is totally R-18 with very matured scenes. Read at your own risk! Plus a slow update from me, once in a while as I'm like a headless chicken in finding what path shall I brought this story into.]

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11. Cold reality (R-17)

" You! Adrian, we seriously need to talk. Can you stop groping my butt?! Ahh!" Layla cried in surprised. Her panty was torn apart from his violent hands. Now, her bottom exposed completely.

" We will, but not now. Bear it for moment, I miss you so much, Layla. I love you..." After declaring the words, Layla stumped. She couldn't shake the feeling she felt about. His declaration of love struck her hard.

Adrian bowed down, start kissing her nape and collarbone. She moaned, gasping for breath as Adrian attacking her sensitive spots. He takes advantage of her distraction to unhook her bra strap. The heavy mounds exposed completely.

" Ahhh!" Layla moaned as her nipple got nipped. Adrian use his teeth and tongue to bite-lick the little hard cherry to his content.

" No, no...Adrian, stop it! Ughh..." She bite her tongue when Adrian attack her bottom mouth. She tried to suppress her moans, but failed as Adrian sneak one finger inside the wet opening.

" So wet, Layla...you like it that much? Should I move it? Hmm?" He asked as he stared hard into her misty, blurred eyes. Layla blinked, shaking her head to say 'No'. But, he quickly move his finger in and out.

" Ahnn~ Ad...rian...ah, ah, ah...no, no, don't...stop..." she shakes her head, to dispel the dizziness, but her core part felt full and numbed. Her stomach clenched at the touch. She couldn't stop shaking at the waves of attack from him. She reached the peak of sweetness, but Adrian was quicker by adding another fingers to let her screamed in shock and pleasure.

" Ahhhh!" She comes. The hot and cold feelings intertwined with the rush of sweet nectar flooding Adrian's palm. She shuddered, groaned, as she lay her head down at his wide shoulder. The heavy breathing of her and him filled the erotic atmosphere of the room.

" Layla..."

" Are you done?" Adrian word's was cut off. He chilled as he felt the cold feeling from her. He takes a look at her, stunned at the delusive cold eyes. As if the cold water splash on him, cooled down the blazing fire inside.

" Let me go," She said.

" I..."

" Adrian, we truly need to talk." She didn't avoid his stares. Adrian open his mouth to speak, but hold it back. There's a pleading inside her tone. He couldn't avoid it, isn't?

" You want to leave me that badly, Layla?" He asked. Layla stunned at his sudden question.

" I..." This time is Layla's turned to lost her words.

" You want to leave me?" Adrian asked again.

" I...No, I..." she wants to leave, but asking for divorce was another matter. Now, she doesn't want to divorce. Alright, she regret it.

" Just let me go...for awhile, to think...I..." She couldn't remember their past, but the way out was to left to find her lost memory. She wants to take some times to think about their matter. She married to this man in the past, but she couldn't remember it.

" Layla, you lost memory about us. About our marriage times. Not your childhood memories. If you want to remember, stay here. Start from me. From this place." Adrian tried to hold on this last string of hope.

" No. You're wrong. Allen said that I lost eight years worth of memories. Not only this marriage." Layla shook her head.

" But,"

" Adrian, please understand. To me, you're a stranger now. Even though maybe we know each other before, but I completely couldn't remember you at all. I felt uncomfortable whenever I near you." Her cold attitude softened a bit. She couldn't lied that his touches was lingering, yet so hot and wet. She couldn't denied his advancement into her life.

" Stranger, huh..." Adrian laugh bitterly. Her words was so hurtful as sadness filled his eyes and heart. In her eyes, he is a stranger now. Just how cold this reality was?

As a retired mercenary and ex-trainer of the group of mercenaries, he allowed himself drown in the sea of weakness. But, he never regret it. Layla is his wife. His life. His world.

Without her, he's nothing but an empty body. Without her, his life is dulled.

Without her, he hopeless and helpless.

His long awaited new life with her shattered after she lost some part of her memory. They lost the child, too. If she knows about it, Adrian could imagine her sadness and blames over this incident.

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