Akad Undereviled

Akad Undereviled
Chapters. 95 Who are you, Jenna?



In the same hotel but a different room, Jenna with a smile that could not be separated from her lips led an old man who had not wanted to escape from her.


"Finely, Om clean first, let it be fresh," said Jenna followed by a spoiled flutter at the end of the sentence.


The old man was so fascinated on Jenna's pretty face. Even with Jenna's voice that has an accent like a bule, adding a sexy impression in the hearing of the old man.


Shortly after the old man entered the bathroom. Jenna was fed up of having to be sweet on her striped nose like this guy named Hartanto.


Were it not for coercion, he would never have been willing to do this despicable and dirty work. Yes ... All he did because he was forced.


But he cannot run. He had a reason why he stayed despite everything outside his will.


Ah ... Never mind, now all he has to do is conquer this old man named Hartanto.


Jenna walked over to the drinks available on the table. He poured it on two cups of the cup. Then looked at him for a while before he took something from inside his heels.


The white powder he brought before he met Hartanto. The powder he hoped could save him from this disgusting man like old bangka.


Without hesitation Jenna poured the powder and then shook the glass so that the powder dissolved. Even to make the powder invisible, Jenna stirred it with a finger.


"Ih ...." Jenna felt disgusted herself after taking her finger out of the glass. He took a tissue to wipe it.


"I'm ready" said Hartanto who came out of the bathroom.


In a hurry Jenna put a smile back on her face. He lifted the glass and murmured, "Just work well."


The smile on Jenna's face immediately faded to see the appearance of Hartanto who only used a towel on the waist. Instead of seeming sexy and seductive, but it makes Jenna want to vomit. Her distended stomach makes Jenna ilfeel.


"Why?" hartanto asked who noticed Jenna's smile change.


"Eh .. no, there's nothing," elak Jenna.


Forced he again put a sweet smile on his lips while walking toward Hartanto. Two glasses were in his hands. One he gave to this old man did not know himself.


"Let Om get more powerful," said Jenna teasingly.


Unsuspecting, Hartanto downed the water in a glass. The man even rubbed his mouth rough before handing the glass back to Jenna.


Impatiently, Hartanto wanted to attack Jenna immediately but was held gently by the woman. "Eits .. wait a minute, Om. It's my turn to clean up first. I've just traveled a long way, afraid of bringing viruses and shit. We have to keep things clean, right?"


"It's okay, I'm sure you're clean. Your body still smells."


"But I want to give my best to Om, so wait a minute. It's only fifteen minutes" Jenna said.


Initially Hartanto did not look sincere, but because Jenna seduced was also allowed the woman to go into the bathroom.


"In a moment, yeah, Om." Jenna put down the two glasses she was holding and went into the bathroom.


Hartanto asked Jenna to wait in bed.


In the bathroom, Jenna was just pacing around waiting for her fifteen minutes to end. Because by then he will come out and make sure all his plans are successful.


As soon as the clock pointed to the fifteen minute number she was waiting for, Jenna rushed out. He immediately made sure that old bangka Hartanto was completely unconscious. Jenna shook the man's body and there was no movement at all.


Convinced that Hartanto had lost consciousness, Jenna immediately left the hotel room. There was someone waiting for him in the parking lot.


"Thank you for helping me" Jenna told the man who rejected her yesterday.


Devon immediately drove his car away from the hotel. "Where are we going?"


"Whatever, I just want to go." Jenna was smiling happily. Why is it that all this is now doing.


Along the way, Devon always steals glances. Seeing the smile Jenna had never seen since she knew the girl.


He pulled his car over in a square. "You coming down?" ask Devon.


"No, I just want to be here" Jenna replied.


At first, the two of them were silent to each other. Every now and then one of them steals a look.


"Thank you" Jenna said again.


Devon looked at Jenna. "I'm sure after the President knows I'm gonna be fired or maybe killed."


"I'll defend you later."


"Who are you?" cibir Devon's.


Jenna smiled cunningly. "I'm nobody, but if you want to help me I can help you too."


Devon doesn't understand what Jenna means. "Actually who are you?"


Jenna looked into Devon's eyes. Looking at the great curiosity from the look in the man's eyes. "If I tell you what you want to help me?"


Devon did not answer because he did not know whether he would be able to keep his promise or not. Helping Jenna by giving her sleeping pills alone makes Devon afraid if caught. What other help does Jenna want.


Despite not answering, Jenna kept telling stories. "I used to live in London. I live with my mom and dad. We were so happy that my father finally went bankrupt. My mother started to get sick and eventually she died. Before the end of his life, my mother told me the hard truth. It turns out I was just a foster child all along. They adopted me when I was a baby."


Jenna stopped talking. A look of sadness was clearly drawn on the girl's face. He took a deep breath before finally returning to talk.


"My mother didn't have time to explain my origin before but she had written everything down in a document she left behind. Damn it the documents were kept by your boss. He was my mother's best friend. Before she brought me back to Indonesia, she promised to take care of me and make me a model like my dreams."


The sadness on Jenna's face changed into a bitter smile. "I who did not know Indonesia before was only obedient according to my mother's message. He said through his friend, I'll find my real family. In fact, up to here the old man was only using me for his benefit. The document containing all my origin data he kept and did not give it to me. All so I'm tied to him."


Miris. That's the feeling that Devon felt heard Jenna's story. It turns out that girl is really poor. And all this time he actually helped the old man to further complicate Jenna's life.


"How, have you changed your mind and helped me?"


Devon did not answer. He looked at Jenna. Watching Jenna to make an assessment of the story the girl told.