THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTER 11. BED BOTH

Verrel who lay on the bed in the master bedroom in his luxurious apartment could not close his eyes. He thought about Surya's offer. ‘Why should Deandra be the niece of that jerk? What if the woman is not a good woman? But, if I refuse Surya's offer, it is certain that the girl will be offered to someone else.’ His head felt dizzy thinking about everything, only this time did he feel trapped in this kind of situation.

At exactly 2 a.m., Verrel went into the bedroom where a girl lay in bed and slept soundly. Already since Verrel tried hard to resist the turbulent desire, The girl fell asleep so fast that she heard her soft snoring. Slowly verrel climbed up on the bed so as not to wake deandra, lying sideways in bed until he could see the face of deandra who was sleeping sideways facing him.

Slowly he placed his hand on the girl's waist, after a while there was no movement whatsoever he closed his eyes and fell asleep. A pair of different types of human children are also asleep in sleep.  In her dream, deandra felt that there was a handsome man hugging her tightly. He felt the warm breath of the man, he felt comfortable and close his body made the man tighten his embrace.

The girl's head was docked to a plain field, the masculine scent of the man's body made her heart beat fast and felt her body churn. The small movements of the girl he was in his arms, made the man open his eyes, smile to see the girl's body docked and he could feel the girl's breath in her face.

Slowly he kissed the top of the head and forehead of the girl, his hand stroked the back of deandra, a deep sigh was heard with a soft touch of hand on his chest, yes unconsciously the girl's hand moved to the field of Verrel, the, making his head suddenly hurt, something tightened at the bottom of his body.

Damnit damnit! He muttered slowly, his jaw hardened, his long breath trying to dampen the passion that now dominates it. Nah!Nah! Not now.  Strange, usually a bed master never seems to refuse the wishes of his body.

He looked at the face of deandra who looked so peaceful. He let go of his embrace very carefully and moved slowly away and got out of bed.  Either in the sky where deandra is so that he does not feel the presence of others with him.  Relieved, seeing the girl not waking up, only moved slightly as Verrel's body moved away.

Verrel stepped into the bathroom, Verrel stood under the cold water, trying to dampen the passion that had been afflicting him. Arggg. After she felt her passion subside, grabbed a towel and dried her body and hair. Throw a towel on the table and put on a boxer.

Step into the room, then lay your body on the bed slowly and pull the blanket.  His eyes closed, after a while he fell asleep and dreamed. Dream with the girl lying next to him, who is now also dreaming of him.

At six o'clock in the morning, Deandra squirmed because she felt something heavy on her body. Opening his eyes slowly, “Ahhhhh....”his eyes glared and his mouth gaping in surprise to see a man beside him who was sound asleep while hugging him, a foot flanking the body of deandra. Deandra's scream woke up the verrel but returned to close her eyes, tightening her arms.  “Sst...don't be noisy. It's too early!”

Deandra thrashed trying to escape from the man's confinement “Let go, Mr.” his hand pushed his chest plain in front of him but his efforts were in vain, Verrel actually further tightened his embrace and his legs pressed the girl's body, the girl's, lock it until it can't move.  The girl's face was right in the plain field, she felt the fine hairs tickling her nose “Hacihhh...hacihhh,”.

Verrel, who was disturbed by the girl's sleep, opened his eyes and placed one hand behind the girl's head, which made him look up, and verrel's warm lips landed on his lips. 

Deandra breathes in as much oxygen as possible. His chest was pounding very hard and cold sweat started to pour out.  “How dare you bite my lips!” shouted the angry verrel who felt sore at the corner of his lips.  Not accepting the actions of the girl, he landed his lips kiss deandra lips more savage and ****** those lips ferociously. 

Deandra's breath was panting, feeling the man playing around in her mouth. Deandra felt a great passion that had never been felt before, she returned Verrel's kiss and enjoyed the touch of the burly hand at the top of her chest, the burly hand squeezing.

He sighed involuntarily drifting in Verrel's fondling which made the innocent inexperienced girl unceasingly sigh. Verrel suddenly released a kiss and stopped his hands, moving his body down from the bed and saying “Prepare! We're late for the office!”

Deandra, who was at the peak of passion, was surprised, her cheeks blushing red with passion and shame.  Verrel knows that, walking closer to deandra “It seems that you really enjoy," while smiling makes deandra even more embarrassed and angry. “Why did you do that?”

“It's still heating. Next time you will feel the real pleasure,” while walking away from that room.  When he was at the door he turned and looked at Deandra.

“Wear it!” he said while pointing to the paper bag located on the sofa. Earlier, while still in the office he told his bodyguard to buy clothes at one of the boutiques and take him to the apartment.  Looks like Verrel has it all planned out.

Upset and angry, that was how deandra felt at the moment, she felt being played by Verrel. Damnit damnit! What the fuck is that ferocious human? Why do I have to be trapped? He must have done it intentionally.

Wait—-wait-what was she saying? Another time? Yeah, God. I had no choice but to choose him! Ruffling her hair while walking into the bathroom and flushing her under the shower. After the shower, he grabbed a towel from one of the cabinet drawers located beside the sink.  Wrap a towel around his head and a towel wrapped around his body.  Slowly walk out onto the sofa and pick up the paperbag.

Deandra opened the paper bag and saw the contents inside there was a formal grey channel dress a white combination line and a pair of underwear. Huh huh? How does he know my size? Deandra asked inwardly as she looked at the underwear Verrel had bought. Finished wearing his clothes, he stood in front of the mirror, dried his hair and stroked it, applying lipgloss on his lips. 

Her cheeks are polished blush on pink color makes her face look fresh and more beautiful.  Unnerved to see her look different, perhaps because she was wearing expensive clothes that she could never afford.  Grabbing the bag located on the nightstand and stepping out after a knock on the door.

“Iya, sir.” said Deandra opened the door. That handsome face was observing deandra who looked different today. “Hmmm...good,” Verrel said.  “Let's go now. We're late because of you!”