The Lust of a Billionaire CEO

Chapter 33

Later that night, Angela and I took a walk to a temple festival. The most festive cultural festival is held annually, and is held in April. The festival aims at the fertility of produce, the smooth running of marriage relationships, and business prosperity amid thousands of phallus of all sizes, shapes to colors.

The festival called Shimin Matsuri (people's festival) aims to revive the regional economy and is not related to religious institutions.

Anggela and I eagerly followed mikoshi's procession. Make a wish and also buy lanterns. After that, Anggela and I looked for a variety of delicious snacks that were sold at the festival.

While we were enjoying the grilled meatballs, Anggela got a call from her husband asking him to come back. Aggela had to go home, and I was very unwilling. Because time is as precious as it is today, it is very rare.

"Can't he go home later. We haven't even had fun yet," I pouted.

"He's on the road, coming soon." Anggela replied while devouring the burning meatballs in front of her.

"What business is it? To the point of having to snatch you from me, "My annoyance is still not willing.

"I don't know either, but for sure, she's very romantic. She was also so kind to me, so I couldn't say no to anything she wanted" Anggela replied praising her Husband.

"Romantic, old also remains romantic," I murmured giggling.

"What?"

"No, it's nothing" I shook my head. "Looks like, your husband wants you to, "my lead made Anggela nudge my shoulder.

"Don't joke" said Anggela.

"Aging in the room, wine, lingerie, and—"

"What's? Indeed why? You're envious, aren't you? Come on, when are you and Mr. Jackson alone in the room," now it's Anggela's turn to bully me.

"That's already—"

"Miss, Master is waiting," a bodyguard interrupted my unfinished speech.

"Ah yes, all right. Cecil, I go first, yeah. Dada, muach," said Anggela then went along with the bodyguard who picked her up.

I live alone at the festival. I felt lonely in the crowd, I bit the grilled meatballs violently to voice annoyance.

The derrt!

My phone rang a sign of an incoming call, and I immediately stared at the bright, flat screen.

"Jackson called, ah this guy just disturbs my composure," I grumbled.

"Yes, hello Mr. Jackson," I held the flat object in my right ear.

"Where?" The question is so stingy vocabulary.

"I'm at the Matsuri festival at the xxx shrine, sir." Honestly answered.

"Based on a weird guy," I was upset when Jackson decided on a one-sided call. I refocused on eating the grilled meatballs violently. Not finished I chewed food in the mouth, my phone again vibrated sign of a message coming in.

I grabbed my phone that I put on the table, then read a message that came in.

Message: I am in front of the temple.

I was still glued to the spot, even I was not reluctant to chew food in the mouth. Roughly I swallowed it, then drank water quickly, not forgetting to give the seller a red note. I could not help but yell at the salesman who called me, seemingly wanting to return the rest of the change. No matter what, I kept running out through the sea of people.

Arriving at the temple courtyard, I paused for a moment, bowing my body with both hands on my thighs to keep my body in balance. I greedily inhaled oxygen and then wiped the sweat that was pouring down my face.

Feeling better, I lifted my body back up, my gaze straight ahead. Across the street, Jackson exited a Lamborghini with sunglasses protecting his eyes. I swallowed Saliva with great effort.When the charm of Jackson's good looks made my heart beat irregularly, flowers bloomed in my heart, I seemed to fly in the air.

Not only am I fascinated by Jackson's good looks, but also all the visitors who are in front of the temple. All the women who were there threw sweet smiles at Jackson. Some even almost hit the pole so focused on seeing Jackson.

I slowly walked towards Jackson, a gentle gust of wind caressing my beautiful hair, piercing through my skin, making the chill I got.

"Sir" I said when I was right in front of him.

"You're having fun here" he said with a smirky smile on that arrogant face.

"I just want to pray, sir. What business are you looking for me for?"

"The document you want is in the car" he replied with a serious face.

"Thank you, Mr. Jackson," I replied pleasantly at once.

"I'd better have him have fun, who knows if he can reduce the face of his feet" my mind said.

then we both went for a walk in the temple because there would be a dance. Jackson clamped the cigarette in his mouth and fell silent. I kicked around Jackson, Jackson was very happy and pulled out a card from his leather jacket. Jackson wiggled the card in front of me. “Lumayan is also your dance.” he said to make me more excited body contort Jackson.

"Jackson, you may not love me, and I can't possibly have you. Just so you can be with you. Then, let it stay this way, I will be with you even without status," my mind is sad.

"It's just money, sir. Is there nothing else you want to give me?" I asked while dancing.

"I give you money because you like money." Jackson answered, grabbed my body and hugged me tightly.

"Do you want to make me a mistress?" I asked with spoiled.

"You look like someone." Jackson replied meaningfully.

"really? Who?" I stroked her jaw line slowly. Jackson did not reply and I said, “I am no match for Mr. Jackson in terms of strategy, but I am very sorry to receive a request from Mrs Baldev for not knowing my own abilities.” I replied with a sound, but eyes glazed over.

 

Jackson looked off into the distance, knowing from the beginning that I had no ill intentions towards him. On the contrary, it was me that Jackson used so that he could separate from his wife.

 

After he finished watching the show, Jackson switched off his cigarette and took me away. I don't think there's a more attractive man than Jackson.