Hot Night With CEO

The scorching sun, descending towards the southwest, failed to untangle the traffic jam in Jakarta, the capital city. Unfortunately, Darian was still trapped in the crawling traffic. Both hands, which had been resting on the steering wheel, were suddenly lifted when the harsh sunlight hit his retinas. He pulled down the sun visor to shield his brown eyes. Normally, no matter how long the traffic jam, having David in front of the wheel would never make Darian feel irritated like he did now. At least light banter or David’s usual jokes would entertain Darian and make him forget how annoying it was to be stuck in traffic.

After about 15 minutes, the car that Darian was driving slowly began to move. To dispel his frustration, Darian finally played his favorite song. The old song by Westlife started melodiously greeting his ears. As the music played, a sense of calm began to soothe Darian’s heart, which had been grumbling incessantly. Unknowingly, his car began to move out of the long traffic jam, steadily heading towards his home.

The luxurious Range Rover Sport, the latest model, stopped right in the driveway. Darian got out of the car and paused for a moment to gaze at his bedroom window. A smile curved on his lips as he imagined his beautiful wife’s face. Even after just a few hours apart, Darian’s longing felt unbearable.

He then entered the house and headed to his bedroom. Ariel was engrossed in a wide-screen in front of him, holding the PlayStation controller skillfully while playing with Arif. The two teenagers were so focused on their game that they didn’t even notice Darian passing by them. It was true that the living room, where Ariel and Arif were playing, was quite far from the stairs leading to the bedrooms. However, it was still apparent when someone passed by.

Climbing each step of the stairs, Darian shook his head with a restrained smile, reminiscing about his memories with his high school friend, David. The mischief they sometimes got up to, like lying about attending study groups at school, when in reality, they were playing PlayStation at David’s house without their parents’ knowledge. That was the extent of Darian’s mischievousness, which was vastly different from David’s. Apart from participating in illegal street racing, David also had a hobby of collecting girlfriends. It was no wonder Darian laughed when David claimed that he wanted to become a police officer or work in the national intelligence agency. And it turned out to be true – David became one of the secret intelligence agents that Darian hired to protect himself and his company without anyone else knowing.

Darian quickly pushed away thoughts about David when he reached the front of his bedroom door. He grasped the doorknob and gently pressed it, worried about disturbing his wife’s rest. Click, the door opened. Darian’s mouth instantly gaped open, and his eyes widened as he was greeted by a sight of incredible beauty.

With her pregnant belly, Fahira was wearing an ultra-thin and transparent nightgown. Darian could even see her prominent navel and the peaks of her breasts, seemingly challenging him to kiss them.

“Eh, honey, you’re home!” Fahira said with the sweetest smile every time she welcomed her husband’s return.

“Why are you just standing there?” Fahira continued, closing the online novel app she had been reading. Since becoming pregnant, Fahira often spent her time reading novels to pass the time.

Darian quickly snapped out of his trance and walked towards the bed. He seemed to swallow hard before speaking. “Darling, why are you wearing such thin clothes? What if you catch a cold?” Darian climbed onto the bed and sat facing Fahira. She adjusted her sitting position, leaning against the headboard.

“It’s too hot, honey,” Fahira replied playfully, with a teasing smile. When she acted like this, Darian was defenseless. Fahira’s pregnancy hormones seemed to favor her, as she became more assertive. But seeing his wife’s growing belly, Darian could hardly do anything. With all his might, he tried to restrain his desires when he was with his tempting wife.

“I’ll change my clothes first, dear!” Darian protested as Fahira’s hand began to trace his thin beard.

“No need, honey!” Fahira pouted, holding Darian’s hand back. Darian looked into Fahira’s eyes and sighed.

“Is our baby bored at home? Do you want to go out?” Darian’s hand caressed Fahira’s belly, and then he leaned in to give her a kiss. He tried to distract Fahira’s desires. It’s not that Darian lacked desire, but he was just concerned about Fahira’s condition. The doctor had advised them not to engage in intimate activities more than four times a week. And they had already had two rounds last night.

“Are you serious about taking me out?” Fahira’s eyes sparkled with excitement upon hearing Darian’s offer.

“Let’s go shopping for our baby’s needs, honey?” Fahira suggested again, which Darian readily agreed to.

“Thank you, honey!” Fahira cupped Darian’s face and gave him a deep kiss on the lips.

“Alright, I’ll take a shower first, then we can get ready to go!” Darian said, about to get up from the bed.

“Let’s shower together!” Fahira stretched her arms playfully.

“You’re such a big baby!” Darian chuckled, complying with Fahira’s request. “Wait a moment!” Before lifting Fahira’s body, he removed all his clothes and left only his boxers.

During their shower together, Darian ignored Fahira’s pleas for intimacy in the bathtub. Of course, Darian firmly refused. He wouldn’t take the risk of fulfilling her desire, even though he himself was desperately holding back the pain below.

“Are you no longer in love with me, Abang? My body is ugly, fat,” Fahira whimpered because her wish was not fulfilled.

Fahira herself was frustrated with her pregnancy hormones, which always craved her husband every time they were close. Fahira always wanted Darian’s gentle and passionate touch, but lately, he always rejected her, citing the doctor’s advice.

Fahira’s expression changed as they left the bathroom. She even refused when Darian tried to lift her up, as he had done when entering the bathroom. Still silent, Fahira put on her home clothes, with her back to Darian.

Darian sighed deeply and prepared the prayer equipment for both of them. After praying together, Fahira immediately moved to leave the room, but Darian quickly locked the door.

“Don’t be angry, dear!” Darian pleaded as he held Fahira’s shoulders.

“Just say it if I’m no longer attractive in your eyes!” Fahira said angrily, looking into a pair of brown irises in front of her.

“I already told you the reason, dear. For me, you’re always beautiful and attractive. But I don’t want anything to happen to you and our children!” Darian’s hand, which was initially on Fahira’s shoulder, now slid down, gripping her slender fingers.

Fahira remained motionless as Darian’s fingers touched her stray hair, covering part of her face. Darian’s fingers reached for the strands of hair and tucked them behind Fahira’s ear. Unexpectedly, Darian’s left hand, which was still holding her hand, directed Fahira’s hand downward towards Darian’s body. Fahira flinched and tried to pull her hand away, but Darian’s large hand held it firmly in place.

“Look, every time I’m with you, he always rises, but I restrain him so he doesn’t misbehave!” Darian chuckled, causing a blush to appear on Fahira’s cheeks. Honestly, Fahira also understood, but for some reason, her pregnancy hormones made her easily carried away when her desires were not fulfilled. In the bathroom earlier, Fahira could see the spark of desire in those brown eyes. The man had hissed a few times every time Fahira’s hand touched him. Not to mention his manhood, which had been erect while they were in the bathroom.

Seeing Fahira’s shy face, now Darian couldn’t hold back his desire either. He quickly cupped Fahira’s face and passionately kissed her lips. The light kiss escalated into a heated one as Darian’s hands began to undo Fahira’s dress buttons one by one. His large hands slipped in, seeking Fahira’s favorite parts of her body and teasing them. Soft moans escaped Fahira’s lips as Darian’s kisses trailed down her neck.

Darian pulled away from Fahira’s neck and looked into her beautiful eyes, which were now filled with desire. Grinning, Darian dropped Fahira’s dress, letting it fall to the floor. He guided Fahira towards the bed and sat her on the edge. Then quickly, Darian undressed himself completely.

Fahira bit her lower lip as Darian started his actions, exploring every inch of her body with wet kisses, indulging in the pleasure that made her feel like floating until she felt weak after reaching climax.

Just in time for dinner, Fahira and Darian came down from their room. Yasmin and Ariel seemed to be enjoying their dinner with light conversation.

Darian pulled out a chair for Fahira and then took a seat himself. “Seems like you’re having fun!” Darian joined Yasmin and Ariel in their conversation.

“Ariel is being asked about his plans for continuing education. He’s in 12th grade now, so he should already have an idea of where to pursue his education,” explained Yasmin, reaching for a glass of water in front of her and taking a sip.

“Maybe he wants to follow in your footsteps, Darian, and go to America,” Yasmin replied, which instantly made Fahira choke.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Easy, dear!” Darian quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped Fahira’s lips, with his left hand gently patting her shoulder. Ariel, who was also panicking, now stood beside Fahira.

“Are you okay, Sister Fahira?” Ariel patted Fahira’s left shoulder. Yasmin looked at the two men alternately while thinking about something. Did she say something wrong?

“It’s okay, really!” Fahira replied, holding both hands that were on her shoulders.

Darian and Ariel sat back in the chairs flanking Fahira. The two possessive men, Fahira’s beloved, looked relaxed again.

“There are many good universities in Jakarta, Mom. Ariel can study here. Besides, Fahira might cry every day if she’s far from her little brother,” Darian explained, trying to comfort Fahira, who looked sad.

“Yes, Mom, Ariel will study in Jakarta. Besides, Ariel also wants to see his nephew grow up,” Ariel added, making a smile appear on the middle-aged woman’s lips. Fahira’s brown eyes sparkled as she imagined her two grandchildren, who would be born into the world soon.

“Oh yes, that’s true. Mom can’t wait to see Mama’s grandchild born. They will surely be handsome and adorable!” Yasmin looked at Fahira with a radiant face.

Then they finished dinner with light-hearted conversations about Ariel’s school. Fahira herself had returned to her cheerful self as usual. However, Yasmin’s words before they parted created a momentary silence. “Mama has already prepared many good name options for Mama’s future grandchild,” she said.