CRAZY CEO: Loving People's Wives

CHAPTER 8 (Shernita : The Cruel Stepmom)

They were all drunk at one o'clock.

A young man of twenty-one becomes a toy to satisfy ten adult women who thirst for caress and affection.

The man is a wander*ng that they usually do every three months as the subject of their observation in bercint*.

Thirty million in arisan money is not an obstacle for the heartless Madam to satisfy their hasr*t.

And berondong it also did it with pleasure because the rewards he got was nominal money quite promising. You can buy an NMAX motorcycle.

Plus, the Mistresses were still under fifty years old as well. Still pretty good parts. So indirectly, they do it on the basis of liking.

After all, that leaning does not have to serve everything at once. But bergil*r did with a day's rest and was determined where the Madam wanted. With the style and style of the Great Mistresses.

Quite the barter balance they agreed on. So thought everything.

"Haha... Sher! The next shuffle is your turn to look for the tumbangnya huh?" said Mrs Dilla, the wife of the office that became the city of Arisan.

"Geez, Sis! Where am I looking for flocking? I accept it so be it, papa got the penalty too. Please, Sis!"

"Eit, all that shit! Yes, it is so the rules. Who wins the next round of kloter should look for tumb*l next*ng."

"I don't know a lot of people outside!" tukas Shernita who was directly cheered by his social friends.

"Ish, what a lie! You were the famous model khan of his time. Lots of communities for sure!" said Mrs Yuli, the wife of a gold businessman does not believe.

"That was, madam! When I was twenty. Ever since I married Mas Jaya, my life has been monitored by her. My circle of association is just that! Not to mention I was required to guard his image. Hhh..."

"Just like, me too!" chirping Madame Tiara, wife of the Honorable Councilor.

They laugh in a fly. High-level drunk after talking ngalor ngidul accompanied by drinking in droves that are rather installment.

Until one by one of them decided to go home with their own private vehicles.

Life is far from morality.

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Shernita came home at three in the morning, with the road staggering.

Tonight he came home after enjoying the pleasure of winning the rally and was entitled to enjoy the first crowd.

Truly the wife of an outstanding businessman. It is great to manage his nightlife amid his loyalty showing devotion to love and responsibility as a wife of Mr. Jaya Wiguna which he has clearly been fooled all along.

He was also ushered by the flocked to the front gate of his large house. The young man left after handing over his car keys.

Dung dung dung

"Brandch!!! Wartii.., open up!!!"

As usual, that is the behavior of Mrs Shernita when she returned from her association every three months. Drunk to make a scene in the morning blind.

And the ART who was still sleepy opened the gate of his house with legowo listening to the spicy oath of Shernita that was not in place.

"Hey, I'm an elo salary for my cooperation!!! Long time, open the gate! You just eat sleep, eat sleep, Warti! I fired without severance, lo!!!"

Shernita.

The chirp had become negligent Harti every time the Madam came home in the morning drunk like this.

Just silence did not dare to answer, because the next day Warti knew the attitude of the Madam would change 180 degrees.

Warti will get bonus money as a bribe to shut up on the Master for his bad behavior last night.

Such is Shernita Wiguna.

Because still the edges he will only be hurt and must swallow bitter pills words of reply from his Papa who always defended Shernita rather than listen to his complaints.

Andre who woke up to hear the sound of Shernita's screams was simply opening the window curtain of his room from the second floor.

Observing in silence, the behavior of Mama Tiri who lived with her for thirteen years.

Andre's out of the room.

He went downstairs, intending to head for the kitchen and open a large three-door refrigerator not far from the main room.

"Hey, damn boy*n! You don't seem to be sleeping! You must be spying on me, right? Hahaha... free, little monkey! You'll never make it! Hihah... I'm smarter than you!"

Andre did not pay attention to the ramblings of Shernita who seemed to provoke him.

"Hey, fuck...! The child does not know it is lucky! (Bruck!) Ouch!!!"

Sukurin!!!

Shernita fell in a slump because her highheel broke one right away.

Andre just looked at it. He continued his steps to climb up the stairs.

But suddenly,...

Grep

Shernita pulled the tee shirt that Andre was wearing and said she had left ear of her stepson.

"Little monkey! You're getting brazen with me, aren't you? I'll make you lift your feet right out of this house!"

Andre was surprised to find Shernita's body stuck on his back like a bag of rice, until two mountains kemb*r owned by his stepmother was very felt size.

"Gee!!!"

Almost Andre took the face of Shernita, so bad. But seeing the face of the stepmother right in his eyes in a state of severe drunkenness, Andre finally just snorted and pushed the woman towards the door of his Papa's room.

He didn't say a word. Because free. It's just a waste of positive energy.

Shernita entered his room, Andre continued his steps also to the top floor.

Daniel's room and Daniel's are on the second floor. While the main room of the homeowner is on the ground floor.

So that he is quite safe and far from the eyes of Jaya and Shernita.

Andre could only turn his head towards Warti, his family's ART who had worked for almost six years.

Apparently Warti saw them earlier.

Warti was indeed one of the silent witnesses of the cold war between Shernita versus Andre during her work at the house.

And he never opened his voice to complain to his Great Lord about events after events in the house where he worked.

For Ms. Warti who only returned home twice a year, her salary is much more meaningful than meddling in the affairs of the employer's household.

Enough for him to work well and a smooth salary to send him every month to the village for the cost of living and school for his three children who were left behind by his husband somewhere seven years ago.

That's life.

Some are happy, fun-foya. But not a few people work hard to bone in order to support loved ones.

The hard way of life is diverse in the eyes of some people.

...SERIATE...