Dating Contract
CHAPTER 92: RICHIE HEADQUARTERS
Richie's hand felt something warm twitching made him open his eyes and wide as his hand was over Lala's belly, he would pull his hand... but the baby kick was like an incredible miracle, he was stunned to hang on for a while there with glittering eyes looking at the room sky as the baby kicked his hand even more.
The fun gets even more thrilling when Lala's hand catches Richie's hand making the master worry his neck stiffened, he looked up and found the woman still closed. Richie slowly released his hand and gradually moved away.
He climbed on the floor, stood up straight, his hands wrapped around the rope of a sleeping robe, he sighed to find his ‘little brother’ to be loved.
"Poo Poo open the curtain" Richie said.
BEEPING
"Good morning, sir. Enough with a cup of coffee and your sweet smile managed to make my morning perfect. How are you, my beloved Lord?" tanya Poo Poo, the artificial intelligence technology Richie uses at his headquarters.
*artificial intelligence devices know more about humans than humans expect*
"You're so bad, Poo Poo, like my morning."
"Master wants to listen to me sing, can it be a little entertaining?"
"Your voice is ugly."
"I'm sorry.”
Increasingly bright light swept through the room as the room curtains gradually unfolded from the middle side separating from each other.
Richie observed the face in the mirror reflection. He flicked his hair back, "charming." He holds a beard occasionally stroking and smiles looking right-look left, "okay."
He examined the face inch by inch, he frowned when he found a small frown at the end of the eye, "what is this? is this normal at age 30? Should I start tasting the young leaves? people say fuck keeps ageless. Damnit damnit! If so, I should get married quickly. But with whom? they're just after what I have, CK!"
"Sir, do you want coffee or milk?" ask Poo Poo.
"Espresso Macchiato, and .. keep your voice down" Richie said.
"Well sir, you want to toast?" ask Poo Poo slower.
"No," Richie shuffled to the bathroom.
"Poo Poo, give it a strong and sensual stimulating scent," Richie said in a deep voice and hands that degraded the boxer, revealing a little of his nightgown, exploring the hot flesh of his pride.
"Poo Poo detects that your hastrat is high. Do you need audio stimulation or film..."
"Whispering. Shut up."
"Okay, I'm sorry."
Richie's nose puffed up and deflated, his breathing heavily racing along with the sensual aroma that burst into the bathroom, his eyes glaring at the reflection in the mirror, he licked his lips. Sometimes his eyes closed. He inched to sit in the bathtub, listening to his own groan in the midst of the rush to free his seeds.
...🍀🍀...
Finished checking Lala's blood pressure, the nurse rushed out but the steinlesteel tray containing the former syringe fell to the floor.
Clontang!
The nurse snorted and her heart skipped a beat, her body trembling as she collected the scattered syringe equipment.
The uproar awakens Lala, she sits down .. gets rid of the blanket and finds herself getting changed. He began to realize he was in a foreign place and not in his room. His heart was beating fast when last night's memories returned.
"Johannes. Where's Johan!" muttered Lala with a stinging voice. He pulled out the infusion regardless of the discomfort that attacked his body. Lala climbed the cold floor towards the large glass wall, exploring the very unfamiliar outside scenery. The trees and forests were very different from where he lived.
TING!
A cuuuur!
The water splashed from a black box to a cup in the corner of the room, the hot puff and the smell of coffee bursting out distracting Lala.
The woman talks to Lala without Lala knowing her point, Lala rebels, throwing her body down.
Lala accelerated and increasingly ran towards the door with a pale face and anxious hopes, her heart was not for guessing the condition of Johan.
The door had no knob and a few seconds later it opened, without thinking Lala continued to walk quickly away from the room.
"Where's Johan?" he murmured while looking at all corners of the place.
His hands were clutching the level fence, looking down at the ground floor, under the many people dressed in black, "do I have to go down there? where's elevator?"
The sound of the footsteps of the shoes became more obvious, Lala turned to her left, "I must hide first," turned the knob of the room doors, "everything is locked."
Lala ran away from the sound until on the left side there was a passageway, she slipped right before they appeared. Lala sat behind a large jar with her heart about to be dislodged and her eyes closed as the sound of the shoes passed by
Puk!
Someone patting Lala's shoulder made her tremble, "Dead me," she opened her eyes, the wrinkled hand reached out and spoke in a foreign language.
Lala turned her head and stood up with difficulty, welcoming the smiling hand of the grandfather, 'it seems he is not evil, ' Lala's inner self.
Lala turned her head, to the origin of the voice she knew quite well "Master Richie?" Lala sighed, 'I guess I'll die.'
"Where are you going?" Richie came to Lala with big strides.
"Where am I, why are you here?" lala asked as Richie reached out with his palm facing up.
Richie spoke to the grandfather in a foreign language, then turned again to Lala, "Give me your hand" Richie told Lala coldly.
"No."
"Follow me," Richie said with quick steps to make Lala miss.
In the dining room with a forest view, the clock shows at eight in the morning. On the table there are pancakes, omelets, waffles, sandwiches and brioche.
Lala pensively looked at that much food while there was only her with Richie.Sx
While on the front plate Lala contains complete eggs beef eyes, bacon, sausages, toast, baked beans, and fried tomatoes, nearby warm soup.
Richie was tearing bread, then dipping it into the soup for a moment and then devouring it, "Don't just look at me. Your babies need to eat."
"But__"
"I won't answer the question, before you finish breakfast."
Lala ate it half-heartedly, where she could eat when things were not clear like this, she had not even had time to go to the bathroom and Richie brought her here.
"Take your food or I won't answer it" Richie said after you finished eating, "You know last night your temperature was only 32 degrees, your heart and brain could be damaged. Why don't you touch the soup? stupid."
Lala just touched the soup spoon with trembling hands.
"It's cold, wait." Richie said, then he spoke to the waiter.
"This is all," Lala said without turning to Richie.
"I said don't eat ya don't."
"But I can't eat hot food."
"You should eat a warm soup, don't fight me" Richie said coldly. "Your body temperature should be normal, huh! it's hard talking to you, Saint.
"The waiter delivered the new soup and placed it in front of Lala, with the coy heart of Lala blowing the soup to cool down, ’Sorry!’ lala's inner self as Richie continued to stare intently.
“Master Richie I want to call my husband, lend me the phone.”
“Your husband will not hold the phone before 12, free you call him.”
‘He can know Kevin's habits?’ Inner Lala.
“Tell me why I am here, where is Johan?” lala asked, her tone turned upset.
“Johan? Who's Johan?”
“Ah you circling, she's the one with me.”
“I mean Lady Saint's relationship with that man what?
“Where is he, please Mr. Richie, he's my best friend. Quickly take me.”
“Can't, Madame Saint.” Richie saw the watch, “your friend is already making trouble.”
“What Issues? I'd like to see him.”
Richie pushing his chair, he stands “can't. You will be driven home soon, be prepared.”
Lala grabbed Richie's hand,”you said you'd answer my question! What a problem I can't see! So that's your man? If this continent is led by five leaders, and one of them is my husband. So should my husband have the right to protect Johankan?”
Richie turned closer to Lala's face, he stared intently at Lala's sky blue eyes, ‘indah’batin Richie. ”Hmm.. Your friend didn't tell?”
Richie chuckled as he fixed his stand, his left hand in his pants pocket.
“Indeed this continent has five leaders,” Richie said as he widened the right palm raised as high as Richie's ear
“Let me tell you, five northern faction leaders, those who are famous for calling Cowboy like his hat ... Well they each control 10 percent,” Richie's right hand keeps swinging by pointing “your husband is 20 percent, and the rest of my territory is 30 percent. So, I'm way above Kevin.”
Richie glanced and gripped Lala's jaw in an octave, “And you have no authority whatsoever, especially this city is still under my supervision, Mrs Saint.”
Richie released the pregnant woman who was trembling, making Richie clench his mouth especially because the corner of Lala's lips pulled down made him growled.
“And your friend made a fuss in my region which is no trivial matter. You know the worst ...? So Follow me. You will know the answer,” Richie said with great emphasis.
