CEO THUGS

Celina in Paris (3)

The man then walked slowly while carrying Celina to the car park across the street. Seen, a black sedan was flickering waiting for its owner to come. However, just about to put Celina in the car, her steps were stopped due to the obstacles of other men who felt they knew Celina well.

"Lachez la fille!" he shouted with eyes as red as the lava of a volcano. His fists were clenched ready to be knocked down.

The man who was carrying Celina did not necessarily obey the words of a foreign man who knew her well.

"Wait here," said the man quietly as he sat Celina in the car. Celina who was half conscious, checked her forehead. He felt a bit dizzy from the incident that just happened. Faintly, he heard a quarrel from behind the car door. Celina then opened the window, and was surprised to see someone she knew fighting over her. Celina opened the car door and walked towards them.

"Pierre, Ken, stop!" shouted Celina with pushy eyes. He was still recovering from the intense shock that had struck him.

"Lina! Come here!" ken approached his wife, but was not welcomed by her. Pierre put his body in front of Celina as if to protect her from the claw of a wild beast. Celina prefers to take cover behind the back of Pierre-the hero who just saved her.

"Go! He doesn't want to see you," Pierre kicked out in fluent Indonesian. Ken was a little surprised because he did not think that the man could speak Indonesian.

Celina squeezed Pierre's shirt as if afraid of something. The man grabbed her and put her in the car. Ken is speechless. He lost because his wife preferred to be in the protection of another man than he was.

Pierre and Celina drove past Ken who was pecking on the pavement of the Quartier du Sentier. Celina left Ken with a sliced feeling. On one hand, he was relieved to see Ken in a fine state, there was a hint of longing left in the recesses in his heart. However, Celina had already promised herself. It will survive. He must endure. Celina will never open her heart to the false love that has hurt her. Celina did not want to give Ken a chance to regain control of her heart that he had hurt. He also chose to go and fight the longing that rushes without being ruled. Celina didn't want her defense all this time in vain. He must avoid Ken as much as possible, so that the gaping gap of longing does not control his common sense.

Ken still considers Celina to be his wife, but not Celina. He feels divorced from Ken and entitled to a new love life, although indeed, their divorce deed has not been passed by the court.

*

"Thank you, Pierre, for your help" Celina said, holding the jacket Pierre gave her to keep warm.

"Together, Lin. Can I call Lina?"

"Of course, I called you Pierre, hihi... "

"alright. Who was that?" tanya Pierre tried to make small talk and was also a little curious because the man seemed to be very obsessed with Celina.

"Former husband," Celina replied lightly like without any burden. Pierre was stunned for a moment. He then turned on the radio and also activated GPS to check traffic to Montparnasse. There is no path closed, Pierre then continued driving through the normal route and will soon arrive in 40 minutes. Celina had mentioned the address of her apartment to Pierre when they drove the car for the first time. Pierre happened to have a reunion with his high school friends around Sentier, then, by accident, saw Celina running after the thugs. Pierre immediately parked his car on the shoulder of the road, and caught up with the helpless Celina. Luckily, he arrived on time, otherwise it would be fatal as a result.

"Ex-husband, which person?" tanya Pierre broke the mood.

"Jakarta People. Already yes, don't ask any more, I'm lazy he replied," Celina said without further ado. Pietre smiled a little relieved. Apparently, Celina's relationship with her ex-husband is not okay. It was a good opportunity for her to approach Celina.

Sein's lights flickered on the left side, they turned, and a second later, Pierre's car was already at the gate of the apartment.

"What about dinner, this weekend?" ask her with a radiant face.

Celina nodded slowly. He certainly did not mind if it was just dinner with Pierre. Celina waved at Pierre and entered the main door of the Adagio Paris Montparnasse Aparthotel. Quite an elite apartment in Paris. Pierre drove his car back to his own home, not far from Celina's apartment. Apparently, they were in the same area. Pierre felt lucky to know Celina's residence.

*

"Sister.... Older brother... Wake up!" Cathy begged Celina who was still tightly hugging the bolster and was comfortably struggling with the blanket.

"Yahoooo!!!" chuckle Cathy this time without tolerance. Celina gasped and immediately got up from her sleep.

"Why the hell, Dek??? Very brisik!!!" grunts Celina was annoyed. He still wanted to close his eyes for a moment before getting ready to go to the office.

"Sister... That's.. Sister-in-law from last night at the door," said Cathy who immediately disbanded Celina's 'sleep plan again. The girl rushed straight towards the door, and looked with her own eyes. Celina of course did not open the door of her apartment. He only peered from the peep hole behind the door, so it was unknown to the guests who came.

'Ken? What are you doing there?' inner Celina without making a sound. Inwardly he was excited at the sight this morning, however, Celina did not want to hurt her pride. He remained indifferent and pretended not to know where Ken was out there.

On the other hand, Cathy was seen being ruffled around the waist, waiting for her brother's response. She was upset because her brother had been selling expensive, but was half-dead to her husband. However, inwardly, Cathy is happy to find her sister-in-law finally acting smart by doing silly things to prove her love, according to the expectations of women in general.

"Sister, get sister-in-law in," Cathy's orders were rejected by Celina.

"Let's go," he said indifferently.

"Goodbye, Brother! Poor thing! From last night he was there, how sick would he be?" sergeant Cathy then went to the door and prepared to open it. Celina immediately rushed to the bathroom because she was not in the best condition to welcome guests. Cathy chuckles and opens the door knob, a second later, Ken walks into their house. Celina also looked clean and fragrant, ready to work.

"Lin." call Ken Iirih. Celina, who was picking up milk for breakfast, did not immediately respond. Cathy who saw the two of them was shaking her head. He didn't get dizzy. Cathy immediately said goodbye to her two brothers to go to school. Cathy will board the Metro today, and allow her two sisters to resolve the misunderstandings created.

"Be careful on the road" Celina said and let Ken peck on the living room sofa. Suddenly, Ken grabbed the hand of Celina who was walking past him. He then grabbed the slender waist of his wife and held her in silence, from behind. Celina was tickled, her plain tie neck without hair strands, appearing to change the temperature to be warmer. His heartbeat, which had been normal, was now changing rapidly. Breath hunts from her husband, making his blood rustle to the tip of his head. Ken began peppering his wife's beautiful back with a deep feeling of longing, as if he had found a vaccine that must be injected immediately. His wife's stiffening body became increasingly attention-grabbing. Behind Celina's back to face. The soft and seductive lips were as if inviting to swallow. Ken could not resist the urge to master Celina in his grasp. However, he did not want to become a wild beast that was pouncing on prey.

"Can I go on?" he asked with a soft whisper into his wife's earlobe. Celina who was tense and in a feeling of longing mixed in doubt, nodded slowly. An unexpected response. His body language seemed to speak a different language to his brain. Celina no longer understood what to do and gave her mastery to a desire that she could not endure as before. Bodies that once greeted each other, of course, wanted to reunite. Celina and Ken can't resist the urge of passion that rules their subconscious. That morning, the day went on more slowly, as slow as the sparks of love came back to life, in strands of motion and sweat mixed with the sweep of affection. The warm morning sun gets hotter, with ****** and groans created, from Celina's room.

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