THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 17. TRAPPED BY THE CHARM OF THE CEO

Like a loud slap, Deandra's cheeks blushed red. The shame of his stupidity is washed away by the seduction and play of Verrel, the man who has taken something precious from him. Her clear eyes moved uneasily, trying to think of a way to get out of that embarrassing situation.

Accidentally his eyes staring at the bottom made Verrel smile perverted “Hmmm...you are curious yes peek at the thing that has given you pleasure?” he said without shame.

Deandra's heart skipped a beat with a quick sigh recalling the incident that happened to her earlier, she had already lost her purity. Verrel has taken it. Deandra's silence was misunderstood by Verrel. She thought Deandra was really enjoying her fondness. Back he acted quickly move on the girl's body.

“Tuan--”

“Sssstttt.....hush.” silence the girl's mouth with her lips. “Do not rebel. Just obey all my orders, baby...stop swearing.”.

Whahuh? Not hearing wrong? Verrel calling ‘sayang’ on Deandra? He ever said that to any woman.  Something's wrong this time. As if not believing what she heard, Deandra looked at Verrel's face.

 "Darling?" deandra asked in wonder.

"Why, baby? You don't like me calling you my darling?" verrel said blinking one eye teasing Deandra.

Goddamnit! Deandra froze helplessly, those sharp eyes as if drugging her body. Fascinated by the beauty of the black eyes belonged to the man she hated. Quickly shake his head to wake himself up.

He wanted to scream and cry to escape from the sadistic man he hated, but Deandra's body was too weak helpless. Even that man now wants more from Deandra.

Suddenly Verrel tightened his embrace. “Argggg.....release!” Deandra screams that the man's laughter greeted “Ha...ha....ha.....ha....ha this is your punishment for defying.”.

Deandra was crying, enduring the pain in her body. Condemn themselves and circumstances that seem to play tricks on him. ‘Yes, God. Why am I stuck in this guy's game? I want to get out of here!

“Shut up! Otherwise you will feel punishment from me!” verrel's orders stared intently at Deandra as if he wanted to tear her apart. One hand rubbed the girl's cheek “Don't cry! You're making me even more angry!” snapped again. 

“Ti. I don't want.” reject Deandra. He's completely helpless again. He doesn't want to get swept up in Verrel's game. Although he continued to try to resist, his body's reaction was different. “Sleep! Surely you are tired.” he said hugging tightly the girl's body. "Do you feel pain, baby?" verrel asked in a low tone of voice.

Deandra just kept quiet and tried to break away from the man, sliding his hand but instead Verrel tightened his embrace. “I want to see when you're going to disobey.” he said as he closed his eyes. Throughout the night, the man fondled deandra repeatedly to vent out all the anger that made his desire peak. The girl had already become an opium to him that melted away his emotions and thoughts.

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He let Deandra's body lie in the bathtub, Verrel walked towards the shower and flushed his body with warm water. Leaving Deandra's body in the bathtub. Deandra's smooth white skin was full of reddish patches, not to mention the circular peacock marks on her neck that were the grip of Verrel's hand, so the man's evidence was savage and dangerous.

“Mandilah, darling. I'm going to the office. I'll have someone deliver you some food! You don't need to go to the office, you just take a break!” verrel said come out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Oh, my dragon. Is his heart made of solid rock? She went to the office? This is my chance to run from here, when he leaves I will run, the girl muttered inwardly.

Deandra cried, bemoaning fate. Tears were unceasingly flowing profusely soaking down her beautiful face. An excruciating pain felt in his body and heart. Not to mention the intimate part that is very painful. He tried to gather the remaining energy to stand up. Holding down the vibrating leg.

The feeling he experienced was difficult to express in words. Grabbing the handle of the shower to wash his body, rubbing his entire body hard so that no Verrel scent remains until his skin is flushed, taking a towel to dry his body.

He tried to endure the pain as warm water flushed his body. ‘No. I can't be weak even though everything's ruined’ Suddenly he remembered his best friend Rosa who must have been worried about him. ‘Do I have to tell Rosa everything? His mind was muddled thinking about what would happen to his future.

How's my future? Will Rico accept me? Will there be a man who will marry me? I'm dirty. Deandra is getting worse thinking about the reality that must be faced. His life was instantly ruined and extremely painful. With his chest shaking, he walked out of the bathroom.

Walking towards the bed, saw there was a paper bag on the bed and he opened it. Deandra was surprised to see a long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans, a pair of underwear. How does that guy know my size? His throat was bitter ‘The man's night with me, surely he already knows your size’.

He put on his clothes and combed his hair. Wanting to quickly get away from that place before the man returned, he could be stuck again, Deandra thought. Open the door to see if anyone else is there.

When he saw no one, with a slow step as a result of enduring the pain he came out of the room and closed the door. Walking out of the elevator after arriving at the hotel lobby, she tried her best to walk normally even though her body was sore and sore.

‘Strong deandra..you have to endure’ he tried to strengthen himself. Whatever happens you have to be strong and don't give up.’ speak to himself to strengthen him. I don't know, he doesn't even know if it helps.

...*...

The Ceyhan Corp office building. The pace sounds sure and intimidating. A man with a gaze as sharp as an eagle ready to tear apart the prey made the people who saw him instantly look down to pay their respects. “Frans! Is everything in order?”

“Already, Mr.” replied the assistant.

The tall, burly man in a formal suit continued to step towards the elevator, going upstairs to the CEO's room. Mr. Verrel is so used to being called. A firm, ruthless man who never gives a second chance, he is a scary man for business competitors. No one can match his fame. Many entrepreneurs who try hard to invest and establish cooperation with his company.

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