Love Shot
What a thrilling Night

The reddish orange color filling the sky slowly turned dark. It didn't feel like time was passing so fast Freya still hadn't finished touring Ansel's house with Anne as her tour guide. There are so many interesting things in this house. For a simple family like Freya this house is too big if only inhabited by Ansel alone. Although it can not be said alone because there are some loyal servants accompany and help Ansel to take care of this house.

Secretary Freya believes with Ansel's remark that a one-bedroom house is only enough to make a bathroom, Ansel needs a full complex of land if you want to make a new home. Freya smiled at how arrogant her husband was. Arrogant sign able to murmur.

Freya stopped in front of the door of the corner room on the second floor. Freya was still pensive at the door. Freya hesitated to go in there. Because the door is very different from the doors in Ansel's house. The door is only made of ordinary wood, there is no carving like other doors or door handles. The door is not locked, just pushed open.

"This is the young master's favorite room" Anne said softly.

"really ?" Freya was hesitant to say Anne, if the room she was going to enter was Ansel's favorite room. Why like a barn door. "This is the warehouse ?"

Anne just nodded at her mistress. Freya increasingly felt strange how the warehouse could be a room to the tribe of Ansel. According to the story Anne no one can enter there other than her master and the janitor who was appointed by Ansel. Of course All obeyed his master's orders, even if the door was unlocked no one would dare to enter. Freya had forced Anne but Anne remained with her stance. Anne could not and did not want to come in.

Freya had to go in alone, her chest pounding. Early entering the room Freya was treated to a long dark hallway.

Tuk ... Tuk ...

Freya shuddered at the sound of her own footsteps echoing in the hallway. Freya occasionally looked back, convincing herself that the sound of the knock was indeed the sound produced from her feet even though Freya did not wear proper sandals. Freya made sure no one was trailing from behind. Freya almost fell down unaware of the difference in the height of the floor, her hand accidentally touching the wall. Then the lights turn on showing all the objects in the room.

There are a bunch of neatly lined books there. Freya stepped closer to one of the shelves. Freya observed, then picked up one of the books. Freya straightened her legs, leaning her head on the back of the chair that was already available there. Freya opened the first page, there was a picture of two stars, the date as well as a person's signature. Freya believed it was Ansel's writing and his signature because it was written by King Ansel Cullen.

Freya smiled as she opened the next page there was a note written by her husband. Freya smiled knowing one of the things Ansel was hiding. This room is no longer creepy, outside Freya's expectations is not a terrible thing that Ansel hid. Her husband hid hundreds of romantic novels there.

Perhaps this also has something to do with Ansel's work as a director of The King Entertainment. Thanks to the note left Ansel a smile continued to be engraved on Freya's lips. On each sheet there are only strange things found Freya. There are some words marked with colored pencils, some are just given a bottom line and Freya found on the sheet there is a note paper attached there.

Ansel seems to be researching what love is. Ansel always gave notes on every narrative that he thought was awkward. Her husband is like an editor. There was one page in the book, making Freya feel touched. Not because of the content of the story but because this time it is not a note paper but a letter inserted there. Freya opened the letter.

****Dear Love ...

There is nothing I know about you, even though I have read hundreds of stories that tell and glorify your name. But still, I don't understand you. I am not a poet nor a poet. I'm just someone who hopes to meet you.

If only because of you, can make a man who seduces women a lot in his daily life. It can change when they want to sleep, they will only think of one woman they like. Doing everything to reach you in a white or black way.

That sounds foreign to me ...

I'm a Man ...

How can I seduce so many women if I don't know you. When I want to sleep there is no shadow of any woman there.

This is weird ... or am I weird ?!

To me who is a selfish person in life, you are the only one who is strange.

Love**** ...

Freya closes her book, touched by Ansel's innocence amid her loneliness. Freya was unable to complete her reading. Freya rushed out carrying the book in her arms. Anne, who had been waiting faithfully for her master, was stunned when Freya came out and hurriedly stepped up. There were a lot of questions in Anne's mind. Unfortunately Anne could not express her heart because Freya first told Anne to go back and rest because Freya would also soon rest.

Even though there was only one step left Freya was able to enter Ansel's room which was now their room. Freya is shocked by Ansel's scream. Freya brought her ears closer to the door hoping to hear the conversation inside. However, there was no sound that Freya could hear. The door opens, Haidar comes out of there. Haidar was in such a hurry that he did not realize that Freya was standing at the door.

Freya stepped in.

"Otherly ?" snapped Ansel without seeing who entered the room, his eyes still fixed on the smartphone screen.

Freya was petrified, a line of questions about Ansel's secret room instantly disappeared from her mind. Ansel's impact gave Freya courage. The sense of being touched by the innocence of Ansel fell thanks to the anger of Ansel. Freya hid the book she was carrying, throwing it slowly down the nightstand.

Ansel averted his gaze as there was no reply from his interlocutor. Ansel fell silent when he saw Freya in the room instead of Haidar. Regretting Ansel had yelled at his wife until Freya's face paled. "Cabin !"

Freya is still reluctant to step up, she is still afraid of Ansel. "My words weren't for baby, they were for Haidar. Closer !" persuade Ansel.

Freya stepped inside the blanket, curled up inside there avoiding Ansel's sinister gaze. Freya closed her eyes hoping that Ansel would not bother her.

"Sorry" whispered Ansel.

Freya's body trembled, her tears flowing. Recollecting Ansel's plain and lonely side. Freya is confused as to how she faces Ansel. Freya had no idea why she was crying. Ansel pulled out his blanket, watching Freya still covering her face with her hands. Ansel approached Freya whispering another apology softly in Freya's ear. This time Freya could no longer resist the overflow of emotions. Isakan slid smoothly from his lips.

Freya shook her head, not knowing what answer she had to say.

"I scared you ?" Ansel awaits Freya's reaction.

"Can't get angry," Freya sobbed, tears still flowing from the corner of her eyes. "I'm scared."

"I—" Ansel could not continue his words. "Sorry" said Ansel.

Sorry for accidentally yelling at Freya and sorry because I can't promise I won't be angry anymore.

Ansel cupped Freya's body, wiping her tears slowly. Chipping alternately on both cheeks Freya.

Freya lifted her waist, embracing Ansel's neck. "Sorry, I made Ansel come into confusion with me. There is a sense of disappointment because your attitude is always changing. Making my faith swayed because of it. I don't know what I really want from you either."

Ansel releases Freya's embrace. "I'll give you everything I have."

Ansel close his lips to taste the sweetness of Freya's lips. Freya's heart was still confused. However, his body clearly showed that he wanted Ansel's lips. Freya replied to Ansel's pagutan. Ansel's breath began to hunt. Ansel releases his pagutan realizing Freya is running out of oxygen, giving Ansel time for Freya to breathe. Ansel kissed Freya's lips back, his eyes closed enjoying the burning desire.

"His feet" said Freya, with a kiss that blew everything away.

"What's wrong," Ansel said, moving to smack Freya's white neck.

Freya let Ansel enjoy her neck. Freya's eyes were only on Ansel's feet. Gip disappears from there without Freya's knowledge. "How can the gip disappear ?"

Freya held back Ansel's lips, making him stop giving any sign of possession around Freya's neck. Ansel clucked, not happy the action was intercepted Freya. "Afandi took it off. When Freya went with Anne. My leg has completely recovered. I can do whatever I want."

"How can it be ?" freya asked dissatisfied with Ansel's reply.

"Ssssstt .. I don't want to explain how Afandi opened the gip. Clearly it's not interesting. We will do more interesting things, so do not ask anything at a time like this," concluded Ansel.

"I'm penasar—," Freya can not continue his words. Freya's eyes were glued to see Ansel with a single pull managed to make his shirt open, although the buttons were scattered. Ansel grinned at the pretty face of Freya.

"I don't need to know what Freya wants from me. All Freya has to know is that tonight I want Freya to be mine. This is not a question, nor is it an offer. No need to answer, let alone bargain. This is just a notice so that my dear is not surprised" Ansel said before reapplying the sweetness of Freya's lips.

Ansel already knew how to kiss Freya properly, even now Ansel has become an expert smacking his wife's lips. Ansel's body shook, his breathing hunted. Desire has taken over the body. Ansel calmed his mind, releasing slowly but surely strands after strands of Freya clothes.

Ansel smiled as Freya pulled out a blanket to cover herself. "I had trouble opening it. Why is it covered again ?" goda Anselle.

"I'm cold" Freya said.

Ansel shut off the coolant. "It's not cold now."

Freya pulled her head out from inside the blanket. "It's too bright" Freya said.

Ansel turned off the lights. "It's dark" Ansel said.

"I'm sleepy" said Freya.

Ansel chuckled, hearing Freya continue to give excuses. "Cursed yes ...."

Ansel pulled the blanket to throw it on the floor, it was very disturbing. Ansel showered his wife with a kiss. Freya wriggled amusedly. Freya did not reject anything her husband did. Ansel who did not get any rejection from Freya, did not waste the opportunity. Tonight was the most exciting night for both.

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