The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 11

When Dama woke up, his chest felt heavy as if pressed by a stone. He looked to the side and saw Alya leaning his head on his shoulder, and the upper part of his body lying on it. She wrapped her hands around her waist like a koala hugging a tree and unwilling to let go.

The scene last night in the study came to her mind. Starting to feel sultry, Dama took a deep breath to suppress his inner desires. He then pulled his hand, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom.

It seemed like he couldn't hold back his desire anymore, last night that he made love to her for half a night. After taking a shower, he came out of the bathroom, looking moody. He was upset about losing control.

He is great at controlling himself, but it is not the first time he really wants Alya like last night. Almost every time, he would lose control of himself.

Seeing the woman curled up in bed and sleeping soundly, he opened the door and went to the study. To clean up the documents scattered carelessly on the floor. Half of the items on the table were thrown to the floor by him because of the activity last night. After tidying up the documents, Dama rubbed his eyebrows and his expression turned for the worse.

"Breakfast is ready." Hana told the boss.

 "Make me a cup of coffee."

"Well, Mr. Dama," said Hana.

A few minutes later, the coffee was ready. Hana brought the coffee to the table and looked at the second floor, but it was quiet. He drew his gaze and looked at the cold face now about to enjoy his breakfast. Hana became embarrassed as she saw some small red marks on the boss' neck. He might be able to figure out what happened upstairs last night.

"Ehem." Hana cleared her throat and asked with a smile, "Young Master, have you promised to be nice to Madam?"

Dama, who was having breakfast, froze. He put the cup in his hand, looked up, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Hana.

"Mistress's job application, of course. He sent a job application to Damaputra Group yesterday, but he did not get a call about the results of his application after waiting all day. He looks so disappointed when we talk about it yesterday."

"Does he want to beg me to allow him to join the Damaputra Group?"

Dama grunting. So that's why he was so considerate and massaged her last night! It also explains why he was so different yesterday, by waiting for him at the door for the first time, trying hard to please him, making him lose his mind and control until he loses himself all night. Justjust wonderful. 

Dama's face suddenly turned cold. His appetite was gone and he did not even finish his coffee. He dropped the spoon in his hand, got up, and walked out. 

Then, it was as if something had crossed his mind.

 "Why would he want to get a job?" Dama asked weakly.

Hana hesitates.

"Speak!" bentak Dama's.

Hana sighed and said, "Mrs told me that she wanted to gain work experience, but I can guess she might want to earn money by going to work during her college vacation."

"Make money?" Dama frowned.  "Is the Damaputra Family too little money?" ask Dama.

Hana nodded.

"Did he always pay his own tuition? Didn't the Joneses pay for it?"

"Yes" answered Hana.

"What about your daily expenses and other expenses?"

"He almost never took money from me. Sometimes I took the initiative to give it to her but she refused, saying that she was very grateful to have a roof over her head and food to eat. He doesn't need anything else." 

After spending a year together, Hanal discovers that Alya has very high self-esteem.

Dama raised his eyebrows and did not say what. He walked out the door with his long legs.

30 Minutes later, he was already in the Damaputra Group. He immediately landed his body weight on his big chair that had been accompanying him to fight.

 "Mr Dama, it's today's schedule. There's a meeting in half an hour. Should I be ready now?"

Dama nodded.

Anthony stood still and did not move. Eyes circling.

"What do you see?" Dama raised his head and glanced.

"I'd like to make a copy of the contract and the document you last brought home last night in preparation for the meeting.

Dama pointed casually and said, "This."

Anthony hurriedly bowed to pick up the folder. As soon as he opened it, he was stunned. What happened to the documents? The documents are crumpled and obsolete. The paper looked like a piece of scrap paper.

When he returned the documents last night, everything was fine. How could the documents be in such a miserable state overnight? Think Anthony.

"What's really going on, Mr Dama?" Anthony turned a little towards the boss.  "Mr Dama, the documents …."

"Stop meddling!" cut Dama.

His sharp gaze made Anthony swallow back the words in his mouth before saying 'Yes'.

"Go and get ready for a meeting now!" dama's orders.

Anthony immediately backed down. When he was halfway, there was a voice coming from behind him, "Wait."

"Is there anything else that Mr Dama needs?" Anthony turned.