CEO of Maksa Marah

Chapters 37. The Clarissa Sort

"Come in and lock your door."

Ervan leaves, but Clarissa stops him.

"Sister, stay a few hours or a few minutes. I'll call my friend to come. I was so scared, what if they broke down my door. I beg you."

Clarissa shed tears, begging the man in front of her to feel pity.

"You're making me sick, Clarissa. I have no reason to accept your request."

"Sister, I know we have nothing to do. Please help me, as your sister. I'm so scared, if they do anything bad to me. Hicks ...hikss..."

Ervan enters the apartment, but a crying Clarissa reminds him of Sarah. Remembering, how Sarah used to beg him, to take responsibility.

"Call your friend, I'll only be with you for ten minutes."

Clarissa nodded, she grabbed her phone, whether it was texting or not. But, a faint smile was engraved on his lips.

Ervan was already sitting on the sofa, leaning back while closing her eyes. His mind wanders, what will happen tomorrow. Will Sarah forgive and take him back or throw him out?

In the room, Clarissa had arranged a good plan. He has to get Ervan, however. No matter, with the man's refusal, because he had a surefire way, to make both of Ervan's legs stay with him.

First, he cleansed his body in the bathroom. Intentionally letting her wet hair fall out. Clarissa wore a thin and open nightgown. Letting his chest be exposed and both his thighs visible.

I can't believe you're not tempted! Mumbled while, spraying perfume on his body. Don't you like women who take initiative. Clarissa smiled, after polishing her face.

Clarissa opened the room door, deliberately letting the scent of her perfume burst out. He walked while playing with his wet hair, even his thin clothes had displayed his bra in there.

Turn, Brother! Lookatme!

Clarissa paused for a moment, looking at Ervan who was leaning with her eyes closed. Damnit damnit! It's in the heart.

He walked again, one or two steps, he stopped behind Ervan.

Ah, I'd love to hug you.

Because the man in front of her, did not budge, Clarissa finally opened her mouth.

"Sister, my friend's on the road."

"Hmm," he answered briefly without opening his eyes.

Clarissa was not out of her mind, she kept looking for a way for Ervan to look at her.

"Sister Ervan, would you like something to drink?"

"You got soda?" Ervan answered with open eyes, but still did not look back.

"There, Brother. Wait, I'll get it."

Clarissa walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge and picked up a few bottles of soda.

"This, Brother." Clarissa put it on the table.

Ervan took it, without looking at Clarissa who was sitting in front of him, with her legs slightly open.

Gleks, glues, soda drinks leave half a bottle. Ervan picks up his phone, deliberately looking for a rush to ignore the girl in front of him.

"Sister." Clarissa moved to sit, on the sofa next to Ervan. "How long has it been my wife, Brother Ervan, gone?"

"It's none of your business."

Clarissa moved back to her seat, this time, on the sofa where Ervan was.

"Sister." Lowering his shirt. "We've been betrothed and I love big brother." Clarissa put her body on Ervan. "I am willing to give warmth to Brother Ervan."

"really?" Ervan turned her head, put down her phone, then held Clarissa's chin gently. "

Ah, I guess. You are the same, you want my body.

Clarissa nodded, smiling mischievously at Ervan who was slowly advancing her lips, like she was about to land a kiss.

"How do I warm me?" Ervan's index finger was playing around in Clarissa's neck.

"Touch me, brother! I gave up my body. Touch me!"

"You want my touch?" Ervan whispered, One of her hands has lowered Clarisa's leash. His fingers began to play on Clarissa's chest, which was still wrapped in a bra.

"Gee!!" A made-up voice to provoke Ervan's passion.

"If you really want to be touched, why not let the four men do it?"

The deg! Ervan cheers, her hands have opened the bra hook.

"Even if you take off all your clothes, I'm not interested at all." Ervan opens Clarissa's bra, until p****** is visible. "Don't use a trick like this, because it disgusts me."

"You!" Clarissa's face flushed with embarrassment, let alone Ervan showing no reaction, even though she was already half naked.

"Such big, but not interesting. Perhaps, the front room neighbor will be interested. Try offering it to her."

Ervan stood up, walking to the door. Meanwhile, Clarissa clenched her hands, embarrassed and angry already filled her chest cavity.

"No, holy-spirited. I know you want it."

Clarissa took off her dangling nightgown. For what self-esteem, if he can get what he wants.

He walked without a thread on his body, approaching Ervan who was in front of the door.

"Say, you want it!"

"Clarissa, seeing you now offer your body, I'm sure you've done it to other men a lot and it disgusts me."

Ervan grabs the door handle, again Clarissa prevents it.

"I love you, brother and I do this all just for you. I'm still holy, I can prove it."

One step, he re-attached his body.

"I'm not interested. I'm married and have kids, you should have a little conscience to flirt with married men."

"I don't care, I'm willing to be a mistress or a second wife."

"Are you not very good? Until it is so pushy. Don't beg me to be rude, now step aside!!"

Ervan pushes Clarissa's body over. Then, open the door, get out as soon as possible.

"Siaall," he said with his breath up and down.

Clarissa felt very embarrassed, got Ervan's treatment. She had already humbled herself so much, it was even like a woman of the night.

Praengg!!

Bottles of soda, sidh scattered on the floor. The glass flakes mix with the puddle of water coming from the bottle.

"Not interested!" Prangg, the vase again landed on the floor. "I'm not interested, even if I'm naked in front of you!" Praangg, an urn did not escape his rage.

Clarissa's breath was up and down, her anger rising, she couldn't take it anymore. He thought, Ervan will spend the night with him. Moreover, he had opened his bra.

"You want to play around, baby. All right, I'll accompany you and we'll see who wins."

Clarissa took a mini camera that she had slipped between the vases.

"You didn't touch me. But who's gonna believe."

Clarissa laughed, letting go of her frustration. He picked up his nightgown from the floor.

Outside the apartment building, Ervan was already in the car, having asked Tirta to pick him up.

"What's going on?"

"Don't ask, she's a dangerous woman."

"What?" Tirta braked suddenly. "Is he going to kill you?"

"No. She wants to fuck me."

"Then?" Tirta is back. "What's dangerous, if he fucks you?"

Believe it or not, Ervan was electrocuted by Tirta's question. His secretary is stupid or too innocent. It's simple, but it takes a long time to understand.