THE PASSION OF THE CEO
CHAPTER 19. OVERSHADOWED
Verrel's sharp eyes hit anyone who stood up to greet him at home. His mood is still very bad and his mind is fucked. The row of servants in his mansion lowered their heads in a sign of respect. His steps came to a halt as he smelled a scent that disturbed his smell. “What's your name?” Verrel asked as he stood in front of the young servant who caught his attention.
“Sa..i Mayan, Mr.”
His jaw hardened, the passion in him flared back. Damnit damnit!
“Don't wear pungent scent perfume while working!” perspiration's sharp.
“Ba..baik Mr.” The young servant lowered his head. Verrel felt dizzy from the unbearable passion. The feeling that it bothered him more, he needed a woman. Two women will be able to satisfy his passion this time, he thought.
“Yuna!”
A forty-five-year-old maid stepped into Verrel's room. “Ya, sir. Anything I can do?”
“Find me a woman now.”
“Good, sir?”
“Two. Bring two women now!” his orders.
Yuna came out of the room, then Verrel picked up the champagne bottle and sipped it slowly. Waiting for her hired lady to arrive, Verrel drank the remaining champagne while closing his eyes. The shadow of Deandra's face appeared, her eyes, cries and moans appeared alternately.
He remembered every detail of the body and everything he experienced with the girl. His passion is getting uncontrollable. “Only that foolish woman would dare to reject me.” Before long, Yuna came carrying two women dressed in super tight clothes showing her curves, stepping into the room with a smile.
“Please, mr.” Yuna stepped out and closed the room door. Not long before the two women approached Verrel with a spoiled smile, touching and caressing Verrel's arm. Trying to tease him.
"How dare you touch me!” snapped Verrel. Not understanding what Verrel meant, the woman tried to hug the man's burly body. “Have you ever come here?”
“This is the first time, mr.” simultaneously answered in fear after hearing the voice of the young master snapping at him.
“Go! Get rid of y'all”
The woman was shocked to hear Verrel scream. “Ma...mean sir?”
Verrel looked at the woman with a burning gaze ready to tear her apart. “Come out!” the index leads to the door. Both women were shocked. “But we have not served, sir. We will make the master happy.”his reply. He tries to tempt Verrel because he knows he will get paid a lot and can also feel the warmth of the man.
I must have worn these two women before, thought Verrel. Otherwise, how could they be this brave. With her eagle eyes staring intently at the two women in turn. Both of his burly hands held the jaws of the two women, pressing them hard, their faces grimacing in pain from the pressure of the man's burly hands.
Releasing his hands violently while pushing his face, pushing the two women backwards, the bodies of both hit the edge of the bed making them fall on the floor.
Plaque! Plaque! Plaque! Plaque!
Verrel slapped the two women. Enragement peaked. If this woman is so daring to touch fearlessly, then she's already been worn by me, Verrel thought. Verrel never wears any woman a second time. He never wears the same woman. Gaining a loud slap from Verrel, the two women were startled while grimacing in pain. Their cheeks are red. “Do you still want to touch me!” snapped Verrel.
“You want to feel pain? Maybe I like it when I torture you?”verrel's hand pulled his second chin roughly. One of the women still tried her luck, stood up and held a smile “Do whatever you want, if it can please you, Sir,”
Suddenly Verrel took the belt, making the woman's face pias see Verrel holding a belt in his hand. “You want to feel this!"
“So great is your desire to serve me ha!” snapped again. “If I check you, are you sure to serve me?” his eyes stared intently full of anger. Next to the hand of Verrel raised want to slap the two women again, both of them immediately close their hands in the chest begging “Ampun, sir. Forgive us.”
They thought they could have a chance to have fun, with Verrel it would be a victory, but they were wrong. Verrel pushed the two out of the room. “Yuna!”
“Ya, sir.” said Yuna while staring at the two women who fell on the floor outside the room. “Get them!” Verrel slammed the door strong. Prak!
In the room, Verrel ruffled his hair. For the umpteenth time Deandra's face flashed as if mocking him. His eyes closed, imagining the lips, face, body of the girl who inexplicably always bothered him. Damnit damnit! How could a bed master bear the face of that foolish girl with no experience at all?
Only the girl's face was now on her mind. His breath was stirring. There was a strange sense of tickling her something that no woman like her had ever felt before. Since meeting Deandra, his passion peaked even he did not feel satisfaction again with other women.
‘I have to get the girl back. She's mine.’ Mumbled. I do not want to be tormented like this, his face always messes with my mind, every memory of my passion peaked even when with other women just the face of the girl toying on his mind. Crazy. That girl is driving me crazy!
Maybe it's true said Arion at the time, if Deandra's her handler Verrel.
Has a Verrel fallen in love? Or just ego? Great ego because of a woman's attitude. The woman who had dared to rebel, who always aroused her passion even if just by imagining her face. He did feel a different sensation when he was with the girl. Not only that, there was a different sense of raging in his heart while hugging him.
As tears flowed down Deandra's face, Verrel felt sad as if he wanted to remove the girl's wounds and burdens. He knows the girl hates him a lot, but Verrel doesn't care because he thinks what he's doing is for Deandra's good, even if by imposing his will on the girl.
He wanted the girl in his bed. It's weird! Verrel never wanted any woman a second time. He always changes women, but now his body reacts another way. He remembered every detail about the girl.
"Damn! Damnit damnit! Why do you always bother me stupid girl?"
Arggg.
Verrel's passion and anger flared up. “Sial! How could this happen?” rough talk. His jaw hardened showing the neck veins. Verrel feels tormented if the peak of desire has not been resolved. Under such circumstances, he could lash out at anyone. But now it is different, no woman at night attracts his attention.
Suddenly he remembered something. He grabbed the phone from the top of the nightstand and called his bodyguard.
"Hello, Mister."
"How's the woman doing?" ask the bodyguard.
"Ma-you mean sir?" asking bigung did not understand which woman was meant.
"Is the woman still in the room?"
"Sorry, Sir. We don't know because sir didn't give us any orders" the bodyguard replied.
"What's? So you left that woman in the room? Without supervision?" shout Verrel. He forgot to tell the bodyguards to keep watch.
"Check to the hotel! Check into the apartment. Report it to me immediately."
The man went straight to the hotel, but they did not see Deandra there. Hotel rooms are still messy because they have not been tidied up.
Then they went to Verrel's apartment but still couldn't find the girl there. Soon they reported to the great master who immediately cursed and was furious over his negligence today.
The argggg!!! Where did the girl go.
