Wife One Billion
Ten

"What are you doing in my office, Andreas!?"

Damar stared intently at the figure of the man who was much younger than him, seeing his canine teeth were eager for Damar to fall out. How dare he enter his territory.

Andreas, 26 years old, got out of his seat and gave him a box full of gifts.

"Hey, don't forget something. We'll be a family if Dylan and Sendy get married. Oh, yeah how could you not tell us about the wedding. Wait is the woman next to you your wife?" cerocos Andreas without looking at Iris with a judging look.

"Ah, I thought you would marry Imelda who was brought to the party the other day. But it turns out that cute girl, she deserves to be your little sister, Damar," Andreas added with a soft look. He walked over to Iris.

Meanwhile, Damar's anger was felt throughout the room, evident from his face that snatched as if ready to eat its prey.

"If you've been banished by him, come to my place. I don't care about the marks, because you look attractive and beautiful," seduced Andreas, his hand raised to poke Iris's chin but immediately pushed aside by Damar.

"Get out now, before I call security!" bentak Damar still trying to be patient.

Yes, Andreas is not his friend or best friend, but he is his rival in the business world. The man had the courage to come to his place definitely because of Shandy, the sister's boyfriend.

"Oh-oh, be patient Damar. It was just a joke, don't take it seriously," Andreas still didn't care about Damar's anger.

However, it was different from Iris who was pecking on the spot. His eyes stared fixedly at the man named Andreas. A flash of memories shook his memory.

Play time with his brother who was 12 years old at the time and he was 6 years old. They were separated because her brother was adopted and brought in by someone else.

I don't know if he was his brother's right but in his eyes it felt familiar and very similar to his late father.

"Ka-k Arsenic?" he asked in disbelief.

"Huh, what? Why are you ta-"

However, Andreas did not get a chance to reply further, three security people entered and dragged him out of the room.

"It's bad we're Damar, but I'm sure we'll meet again as a family, at the wedding of our beloved sister, hahaha!"

Meanwhile, Damar indifferently walked to his work chair, feeling tired because all day he attended various meetings.

"Who told you to come out?" damar looked at Iris who had turned back to him. "Dry!"

His shoulders looked down, his expression showing that he was very depressed but Damar did not care.

"Sit down."

"Sitting down?" Iris did not understand, because in front of him there was only one chair that was sat by Damar. Does he have to sit on the floor?

"Good, Sir."

Iris was already squatting, but Damar even sighed bitterly. "Sit here, Iris!" point it at his thigh.

Whatdoes thatmean? Didn't he say he wouldn't touch her?

"Follow"

Damar did not want to wait any longer, the man and pulled Iris' waist to sit on her thigh in a sideways position.

Deg.

His heart beat faster, their faces so close that Iris could see his nose, eyes, lips sculpted almost perfectly. Iris was not surprised, why Elea and Willi were among the superior seeds because her father alone could be this handsome.

Damar closed his eyes, then leaned against the buffer.

"I don't want to get angry, so hurry up and do your job. Massage my head and forehead," he ordered.

"Huh?"

"Iris ..." replied in a greget tone.

Iris who understood with that tone of voice, hurriedly did her job, massaging quietly and full of caution.

Isn't this too much? Iris can stand while massaging but why sit on her thigh?

Basic mes*um!

It felt like Iris wanted to protest but she realized, however Damar was her husband as well as her master.

The fine small hand massage made Damar lulled and comfortable, until his eyes became heavy and then fell asleep.

Iris, who felt that Damar had calmed down in her sleep, decided to lay down on the sofa. It had been several nights that he could not sleep because of the work of his master. Not waiting long Iris actually caught up with Damar to dreamland.

***

Iris slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the ceiling of her room that was high in blue, seemed familiar.

Wasn't he in Soffa? Why are you in bed now? In fact, there was a blanket on his body? Who moved it? Is that Damar? Given his character it was impossible.

Questions popped into his head.

"Have you woken up, Princess?"

"Sorry sir, I overslept," Iris hurriedly got out of bed. However, because his body was not ready and still felt dizzy, he fell to his head hit the end of the closet.

"Aw!"

"Aish, you sloppy bastard! Once you don't make a mistake what can?" Omelnya while approaching Iris, then help her get back into the bed.

Damar was the first to see a man who slept like a dead man. He did not wake up and was not disturbed at all even though Damar had taken him by car to go home. Damar can't ignore it he may have made Iris work too hard, especially after the incident in the elevator, which turns out the girl has a dark phobia.

"Rest."

Iris didn't hear wrong, did she?"

"But, my job is still a lot later if it's not right, sir must be angry."

"This, my orders."

"Follow"

"There's no rebuttal and I won't be angry."

"Master didn't lie?"

"Yes, as long as you don't make mistakes."

It seems that when he massages his head his good brain becomes functional. Does Iris have to be happy?

Without a word Damar walked out, but came to a halt because there was a sound stopping him.

"Where's Daddy going?"

"Who? Big-ass Daddy, why haven't you slept?" Damar crouched down and held Willi's hand. "Don't Willy have school tomorrow?"

"I can't sleep."

"You want Daddy to go out and read a fairy tale?"

Willi instead pointed at Iris who was still enjoying her aching head. "I want to sleep there, with Mommy."

"Mommy?"

"Yes, because with Mommy beside. My sleep became restful and not a nightmare," he replied innocently and walked towards Iris, making Damar instantly dumbfounded.

"Wait, why didn't Willi tell Daddy that it was a nightmare?"

"Daddy would care?"

"What do you mean by those words? Sure, Daddy cares."

Willi shook his head. "No, all Daddy cares about is money and work."

"Grill ..." Damar was at a loss for his words.

"But don't worry, Willi won't be mad at Daddy." Willi's gaze turned on Iris.

"Mommy, why don't you take Willi to school?" his tone turned a little cheerful and spoiled.

Iris smiled shyly. "I'm sorry Mommy. Looks like Mommy's exhausted to the point of not realizing how many hours it's been asleep."

"Ah, Daddy must make Mommy work a lot, calm down later I'll scold her!"

"No really. Eum, since it's night we sleep again, Willi's going to school tomorrow."

"Okay, Mommy!"

Iris glanced at Damar who had not yet moved from his place still paying attention to him, until Willli's voice made him glare.

"Daddy, why are you still quiet? He said he'd come with me to bed."

Damar's reaction was quite unexpected, the man walked over and laid himself on Willi's side. Make the boy smile.

"Elea would be envious when she heard me sleeping with Daddy and Mommy" she said, hugging Iris.

The awkwardness was obvious, Iris chose to focus on Wili, while Damar looked the other way.

What kind of atmosphere is this?

"Don't be big-headed, I'm sleeping here because Willi asked," Damar replied before closing his eyes.

Iris screeches.

And I still care?