Bodyguard Beautiful Sultan

The Steve Adams Trap

" Miss Shakira, Mr. Steve asks to meet with the young master this Saturday night "Siska is running small to chase after Shakira as she exits her big boss' office.

" Did he tell me his place?" Shakira gave her smile to Siska, seeing her secretary lately always nervous when she met him.

" At Levington Club ladies, at 19:00 they will wait for the arrival of the young master "Siska bowed her body slowly.

" Okay Siska, thank you....And just relax, don't be nervous like that "Shakira chuckles and returns to her young master's room, undoing her previous intentions.

" sir...Mr. Steve wants to meet with you this Saturday night at the Levington Club at 19:00 "Shakira approaches the Sultan, the man slaps the armrest of his seat asking Shakira to sit there.

" What do you want this time Shak...?" The Sultan smelled the fragrance of the perfume worn by Shakira, and he thought the perfume was very tempting to men.

" You should stop wearing this perfume if Shak works, or I won't be able to control myself anymore "The Sultan starts teasing her.

" Stop sir, we're at work right now "Shakira smiled, she now understands why Javier gave this perfume to her for her to wear while with the Sultan. Apparently the middle-aged man was naughty too Shakira thought.

" It seems that Mr. Steve is still not tired of trying to match Miss Clarisa with you lord "Shakira was about to stand up from her seat, but was detained by the Sultan.

" Are you jealous ?" The Sultan again teased him, hoping that this time he could catch a jealous signal from Shakira. He again smelled perfume from the woman's body.

" Would you be jealous if a man approached me?" Shaking answered the Sultan's question with a question that made the Sultan immediately stop his activities.

" I'm even jealous of your fucking brother Shak, he's so free to be near you " The sultan grieved when he remembered Nico's treatment of Shakira, which he thought was too excessive as an older brother. Shakira chuckled, the Sultan smothered the woman's mouth with his.

" You've started to mischievous lord "Shakira moved from his seat, letting the Sultan hang curiously in his place. He again wanted to complete the delayed intention earlier.

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As promised, the Sultan fulfilled Steve Adams invitation to meet him at the Levington Club. A place where a community of rich and distinguished people gather together there to spend time and money of course.

Not many know if actually the grandfather of the Sultan who became the originator of his standing this Club, at first he just wanted to create a place where business people gather and discuss about what businesses are being loved in addition to channeling their hobbies to drink wine. But along with the development of the era, the function of this place is growing.

" Good night Sultan... Thank you for fulfilling our invitation tonight "Steve and his little family welcomed the arrival of the Sultan warmly, but they tried to hide his shock when they realized who came with him.

" Together with Mr. Steve...Ah yes, you must have known my personal assistant, Shakira "Sultan grabbed the slim waist of Shakira so that Clarisa did not find a gap to approach her.

" Good night Miss Shakira, you look very different tonight "Steve grabbed the back of his hand and gave a glimpse there, because the Sultan pulled his hand.

" You're not alone apparently..." Clarisa said cynically, she thrust the back of her hand at the Sultan intending for the Sultan to kiss her hand, but the Sultan grabbed her hand and instead endured it.

" You're not alone, either, Clar..." The Sultan smiled as he noticed Gerry's presence among them.

" You're here too Ger "Sultan is trying to stay familiar with him, no matter how Gerry is his tongkrongan friend.

" I saw Mr. Gerry in the chair there was Sultan, so I thought why don't we just join together. He's your friend, isn't he?" Steve and Gerry chuckled, but the laughter of the two seemed crisp in the ears of the Sultan.

After Steve allowed all his guests to sit down, the servants began to come to serve them one by one.

" Good night, Miss Shakira, sir, Jav isn't with you?" The man's servant poured white wine into Shakira's glass. That night he was happy because he had the task of serving again the lady that Mr. Javier had brought there. He smiled and nodded his head.

" Owh...Hey Simon, nice to see you again.... Thank you "Shakira took a sip of white wine from her glass.

" Mister Javier is busy tonight "Shakira returns a nod of her head.

" Good night young master "Simon nodded his head to the Sultan. The Sultan looked a little upset at Shakira's familiarity with the servant.

Goddamnit! the woman turned out to be close to Javier, wait is she his son?? Clarisa's heart

Wha what?? Javier?? is it not-don't this damn woman is the son of Bima's personal bodyguard?? Looks like Marco has to move faster... Gerry's heart is out

" Your personal assistant is back apparently.." Steve opened his conversation, he glanced at the woman beside the Sultan with the corner of his eye.

" Yes...Any problem with that, Mr Steve?" The Sultan tried to lure him

" Aren't you son..." Steve tried to shift his eyes

" Is he Javier's son? It's very mysterious that man.." The middle-aged man pulled next to his lips.

" Did you invite me here to talk about my personal assistant, Mr. Steve? You seem very curious..." The Sultan sipped his red wine. He noticed a change in the countenance of all his interlocutors that night.

The Sultan did not understand what Steve meant to invite him that night, because from every conversation they did there was none that the Sultan said was weighty. Steve was just talking about what the Sultan said he had discussed at the company during the meeting, while Clarisa and Gerry looked a little agitated.

" Mister Steve, if there is nothing to talk about anymore we beg you to say "Shakira smiled kindly, she realized the boredom that the Sultan was trying to cover with her stiff smile, she said, sometimes he responds, but he speaks very little.

" Oh come on, it's too early, Miss Shakira, it's still a long night....Ger "Steve chuckles followed by Gerry and Clarisa.

" We usually spend our Sunday evenings until the Sultan's morning, have you forgotten ?" Gerry smiled, but the Sultan knew that smile was not for him.

" It just so happens that I still have to meet someone tonight, so I have to say goodbye from here "The Sultan started to move from his seat assisted by the waiter who was there.

" Thank you Mr. Steve for the dinner, until we meet again next Sunday at the office "Sultan nodded his head, he grabbed Shakira's hand so she could get out of her seat.

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" Are you bored, sir? It seems you are not eager to serve them "Shakira looks at the Sultan's face.

They are currently in the car driven by Luc. The Sultan deliberately did not allow Shakira to drive a car, she was still worried that the incident that night was repeated.

" Didn't you feel like this dinner invitation was bullshit? Steve just wasted my time!" Sultan was upset

Just a few hundred meters away from the car that Sultan and Shakira were driving, Luc stopped his car.

" What's the matter Luc?" The Sultan looked a little worried.

" Get out of here!!! C'mon fast!!! Run as fast as you can !!!" Luc yelled, as if he realized something. The third rushed out of the car and ran as fast as possible.

SOUMMM!!!!!

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To be continued 😉

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