Prince Cinta Beda Religious

Dreams

That morning, the contractors were ready to work, they did the morning apples first before starting to destroy the old castle. Not all of it destroyed. Just a few parts.

"Poor castle." Said Isma when he saw the heavy equipment began to destroy the castle.

"This poor old castle, will change with an elite and luxurious hotel. And it's equipped with Wonderland." Bimo approached Isma.

"Yes know. I just feel sad representing the original owner of this castle. Must have been a lot of precious memories back then." It clearly expresses sadness.

Bimo smiled at Isma. 'Should I expect it now?' He looked at Isma's face.

While those who are stared at are busy paying attention to the design details they work with the Team. Isma was really thorough about it. He did not want any mistakes, because the hotel and wonderland to be built was one of his dreams since childhood.

It's not easy to put your idea to Prince. Isma had to go through five rejections, then finally Prince allowed the construction of Wonderland. He had no idea what reason Prince had finally allowed Bimo and his Team to work on the project.

Not only did he allow it, but Prince also allowed him to participate. 'Despite being rejected, my dream was finally achieved. Aaa. fun.' His inner.

While Isma and the team are busy with all their work, Prince is also busy with all his work without a Secretary who always arranges and arranges all his schedules.

"Rina, help me do this. Make PPT too. As it were, just for the sample." Prince asks Lina to help him.

"Good Boss. How about a meeting?"

"I'll prepare myself." Prince said, then left Rina's room.

Prince is in Isma's room. He did all the work using the computer in the room. Prince is playing the role of secretary.

"Is this how busy secretarial work is?" He said slowly, briefly Prince stopped his work.

He put his back on the back of the chair. 'Is working in the field much better than working in an Ac room?' His inner.

His mind is fucked. Not out of work, but Prince wants to talk and meet Isma. She wanted to hear Isma's answer about her confession of love.

Tok.dok…

"Lake in!" He shouted from inside while tidying up the way he sat.

Prince was silent, he immediately stepped out towards his room. And there, Isma sat sweet. The mini dress she wears is too tight to show her beautiful curves.

"What do you want?" Ask Prince.

Amanda stood up, she stepped closer to Prince who was standing while leaning on the edge of his desk. Amanda brought her body closer until there was no distance left between the two. Prince did not protest, he just kept quiet.

"In this position, all the men will directly pounce on me. And you're the only guy who's not aroused by my body." Say Amanda while touching Prince's lips with his fingers.

"Because I never thought of you as a woman." Prince answered while gently brushing Amanda's hair.

Getting such treatment, made Amanda reckless. He put his lips right on Prince's lips. Amanda did so passionately, she even began to feel the chest of Prince's field and began to unbutton Prince's shirt.

But suddenly Amanda stopped. "Yaakkk.." She cried as she moved away from the Prince. Amanda held her head. She even pulled her own hair. "Five years I've tried flirting, but you're still the same." Appointing Prince.

"Do you love a man? Are men more exciting than my body?" His meaning was half screaming, because it was withstanding the intense pain.

"For five years, five years, you never even accepted my love. In fact, every time I kiss you, you don't respond at all. Is that disgusting in your eyes, Prince?" Amanda sobbed.

His tears trickled, his face was stared at by Prince who did not even want to look at him.

"Do you like men?" Ask Amanda in despair. "Jawab Prince, shall I please? I'll keep it a secret. I'll back off, if I do..."

"Mk." Prince replied briefly.

Amanda was silent. His heart was breaking, crumbling like sand. He did not expect Prince to answer that question.

"Why are you answering him now? Why now?" She screamed, and Amanda approached Prince. Hit the chest of Prince's field while occasionally pulling Prince's collar.

"Hundreds, no, I think almost a thousand times. But, se..kaa, now you answer." The crying became more.

Amanda keeps hitting Prince and pulling his collar. Prince was silent. He's not picking.

Seriate...