My Beloved CEO's
Apologies
Freya's shout made the handsome man who was still sleeping soundly beside her open his eyes slowly, while stretching his hands upwards.
Freya's expression was so shocked, that now she saw her body not wearing any clothes at all.
‘Jeez what did I do with this rude guy last night?’ freya muttered in his heart.
He still looked at Daryan with a question mark. This beautiful woman could not wait to ask her master so many things.
“Master, what are you doing with me?”
Daryan was not very conscious yet, he opened one of his eyes.
Huaam!
This man shamelessly showed his muscles after stretching. Then he got up in a sitting position while fixing his hair to keep it looking dry.
Daryan was so calm in contrast to Freya who had since put on a confused face.
Then he looked at Freya's eyes blankly.
“Didn't you remember what happened last night?” ask Daryan.
Freya scrunched her forehead, she shook her head while remembering the events of yesterday.
Many times he tried to peel the memory, but still Freya did not remember it at all.
“You mean, Mr Daryan? I do not remember the incident yesterday in the slightest,” said Freya with a facial expression that still looked confused.
This man smiled faintly, as he already knew the answer that would be thrown from Freya's mouth.
Huh!
He sighed and muttered inwardly, ‘Unfortunately he does not remember the hot night he did with me!’
Daryan tried to tease Freya by putting one of her hands on the side of her lips while whispering, “Yesterday night, you made me like I was flying. Your game is wild and so amazing.”
Daryan's words made him dizzy, his eyeballs enlarged.
‘What does this man mean?!’
“Please say clearly what we have done, Mister?” Freya asked again, she wanted a detailed answer from Daryan.
Huh!
Daryan shook his head slowly, while massaging his forehead. Because the head of this handsome man was also really heavy.
“I told you earlier, Freya. You're making me float, don't you understand what I mean? Just think, what would women and men do in one room without wearing clothes? What do you think they'll do, huh?” daryan said without looking towards the young lady.
Freya shed tears, the rest of her sensitive area felt so sore. He noticed there were patches of blood on the white sprey.
‘What? Why is he so calm after desecrating me? I really hate this guy! Hate and hate!’ Freya.
Feeling the beautiful woman did not answer, Daryan turned to lead Freya who was beside him.
Daryan's eyes grew bigger, his gaze now sparkled mellowly. He feels very guilty about Freya, but he cannot express it or say it.
According to Daryan, last night was just an accident. Freya lured him to do just that. So it's not a hundred percent fault of this young CEO.
Where there are men who can avoid situations like last night, especially Daryan still affected by alcohol.
“Why are you crying?” ask Daryan.
Freya tried no longer to shed her tears, but she could not help but feel sad, disappointed, annoyed, hated, mixed into one for Daryan.
In Daryan's heart monologue, ‘It turns out this girl can cry too, I'm sorry yes Freya.’
He still looked at Freya with pity. However, this man still chose to be silent without making a sound.
Freya rubbed her eyes.
Now the girl looked at Daryan sharply.
“Are you happy to do this, sir? Don't you feel what I'm feeling right now? How outrageous of you, Mr. Daryan Jefferson!”
Plaac!
Freya slapped right on Daryan's right cheek. He could not stand the man's actions anymore.
He could not accept, even though Daryan had said the truth.
Freya's heart was really hurt, because she had never done that before. However, suddenly he had to accept his chastity had now been snatched away by the man who was the father of his beloved disciple.
Daryan was surprised, he immediately wiped his cheek that felt so sore and sore. Daryan's teeth seemed to want to come out of his jaw.
Not only that, Freya gave a hard blow to her master's stomach.
Buuggh!
Arrghgh!
Daryan roared in pain. “You've gone crazy huh, Freya!” shouted the man staring cynically at his contract wife.
Freya immediately picked up her clothes that were scattered below. So did Daryan who endured the pain.
Afterwards, Freya looked back at Daryan by pointing at him rudely.
“Don't think you can be careless to someone for having high power and a lot of money! Look, sir, not all women like your possessions and good looks! I really hate men like you!”
Daryan was silent, he chose not to pursue Freya.
He could only sigh so deeply, because Freya's hit was really strong.
Although still plagued by problems and making his heart chaotic, Freya immediately changed clothes first to go to the hospital.
“Bu, wait for Freya yes.”
This young girl also contacted the school, “Mother Margaret, sorry today I am late Mom for still visiting my mother in the hospital.”
When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor allowed Freya to see his mother.
At the sight of her mother sleeping soundly, Freya hugged the limp body of the woman who was getting older.
Suddenly this strong woman was crying in her mother's arms.
“Bu, sorry Freya. Freya can not maintain dignity as a woman,” whispered while kissing Alesya's forehead that has not been realized.
He also had to go to school immediately, surely Lily's class children had missed him.
“Bu, Freya work first yes ..” He kissed Alesya's hand before leaving the room.
Freya immediately went to Winston's playgrub, looking at the circular clock on her left wrist.
“I've been late almost 2 hours, hopefully the kids haven't had a nap.”
A few minutes later after taking public transportation, Freya was surprised to see a sign written on it.
“STAY SMILING AND FORGIVE ME!”
But Freya doesn't care about that. She thought maybe Margaret's mother or some other teacher was doing something.
He stepped inside and ...
Freya was happily greeted using a trumpet from the children. The young lady was so confused.
“Waah what is this kids?” ask Freya astonished.
They all hugged the beautiful teacher.
Freya smiled at the happy looking children, but her smile suddenly collapsed after she saw a figure she hated standing next to Margaret.
“You what is he here for?”
Seriate.
