MY HELPER PASSION

THE GP 23

Izza sat in the garden with tears streaming down her cheeks. Why is Deon so sick as before. He did not think the way the man thought.

Yesterday and last night her relationship with the man was fine even more than just a close relationship between the employer and the maid. But now how painful it is to see him this cute.

Maybe he was too hopeful. But last night Deon himself started it. He did not tempt the man at all, he who came to him himself to do things that he should not have done.

Izza heard his employer's car engine was turned on, which meant they were gone. He wiped his tears and went back to the dining room to clean up his former employer's breakfast.

Izza wiped his desk with the leftover bread and the others clean. Then stack the dishes and take them to the sink where the dishwasher is. He stood there to wash the dirty dishes.

The mood is quite quiet. Only the sound of water he accidentally turned on from the tap. Suddenly he was startled by the hand of someone coiling around his waist and hugging himself from behind.

"Ag .." Izza was really surprised to find someone who suddenly hugged her, as soon as she turned to the side it turned out to be her male employer.

The man looked at Izza with a smile.

"Sir Deon!"

Izza shrieked softly in shock and could hardly believe that the man who had been indifferent to her was now hugging her.

"Sorry, there was my wife" the man said.

Izza turned around and stood opposite Deon. Izza looked for something behind the man.

Deon looked back to Izza's eyes.

"Search what?" ask the man.

"Mu Adell -"

"My wife is gone" the man concluded.

"I think Mr. Deon went with Mr. Adell."

"No. Intentionally" replied the man.

Izza squinted his eyes. "meaning?"

"So I can apologize to you. Sorry I nyuekin you just now. Sorry for last night, too."

Deon's face turned serious.

"Honestly, I feel guilty for doing that to you. I shouldn't have done that to you, Za," he added.

Izza lowered his face then nodded once. "Yes. It's okay."

"Why is it okay? Do you not mind? I mean, why don't you try to resist when I do that to you?"

Deon was curious about it. Izza was nervous and misbehaved. How can he answer the man's question, because it is impossible for him to speak honestly if he actually likes the man.

"Mm .." Izza tried to find a way to keep Deon from asking him the reason. "Oh yes, sir. Last night Mr. Deon moved in on me, huh?"

That was all Izza thought about, hoping that Deon would no longer ask her the reason.

"Oh yes, eleven o'clock the rain has subsided and the electricity is on. I heard Adell's car coming home. Keep me moving you to your room."

"Oh so. Mmm .. If Mr. Deon feels guilty for what Mr. Deon did to me last night, why did Mr. Deon just hug me?"

Deon quietly found Izza's question. Now it was her turn to not answer.

"Do you mind?" Deon asked back.

"Oh no," Izza replied quickly.

"Why not?"

"Of course .." Again Deon reversed the question so that Izza could not answer the man's question.

Deon reviewed the smile, funny looking at the facial expressions of women who were older than him but looked younger.

"Hm?" Izza was a bit surprised to hear that, he did not understand why Deon continued to change his feelings.

"Have you ever done anything like this before with anyone else? How times? Just who is it?"

Suddenly Deon questions him and Izza feels the man's question refers to him who turns out to be easy to ask. However, Izza did not feel offended at all because he felt so.

Izza realized that if he had not finished washing his dishes, even his hands were still soapy.

"Sorry, sir. I'd like to wash the dishes."

Izza turned his back on the man, continuing his delayed dishwashing due to the man.

Deon shook his head at Izza's nervous behavior like that. Then he was made to fail to focus by the curves of Izza's body in view of the back that looks ouhai. He looked at Izza's body from the crown to the toe. Izza is physically attractive to anyone who sees him.

Deon opened his black suit, then he sipped it into the dining chair. After that he walked over to Izza again, hugging the woman's body while attaching his assets to the panttat Izza.

"Eh, sir!" Izza was shocked because her male employer hugged her again.

Deon stuck his chin on Izza's shoulder and he had absolutely no intention of letting go of his embrace.

"Udah, just wash the dishes."

"But-"

"I know you like it too, don't you, Za?"

Izza did not shake nor did he nod. Honestly, in his heart he cheered with excitement. But he tried not to show his feelings.

Deon swiped his assets into the middle of Izza's soft panttat while inhaling the scent of Izza's fragrant neck. So that Izza can feel something alive and feels stuck.

Deon's hand, which had originally only hugged the woman's waist, began to creep up on her chest. Izza almost let out a sigh as the man gave a small smash on his mountain.

Izza felt that she was no longer like the maid in this house. She was like a mistress who was making love to a man who was her husband.

An amused feeling spread across Izza's body as Deon swiped the pointed tip of his nose into the earlobe.

Izza's irises instantly widened as Deon's hand began to touch her intimate area. He closed his eyes for a while while biting his own lips. Then he woke up.

"It's over, sir."

Izza turned the body around telling the man if he had finished washing the dishes.

"Oh good then," replied the man.

Izza looked at the face of the man before him. He thought that the events of last night would happen again this morning. If true, he is very happy of course.

Deon wanted to continue what he had just done to Izza, but stopped as soon as he heard his phone ringing in his pocket.

He picked up his phone and stuck it on the earlobe after sliding the green icon on the screen.

"Hello, why?"

Deon seemed to hear what the caller was going to say.

"Oh, okay. Good. I'm there now."

After that, he ended his phone call. He looked back at Izza.

"Za, I'm going to the office first, yeah. There are important meetings with clients" said Deon.

Izza nodded. The man put his black suit back on and hurriedly left because half an hour later the meeting would start.

Izza was still on the spot. The corner of her lips lifted forming a small smile as Deon permission went to her. And what happened just now, made him fly. In a little more, he was almost insane because of his own master.

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