THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 190. WHATEVER YOUR ORIGIN

The weekend when the couple prefers to spend time at home, especially Yahya, Viktor and Darma are on a business trip to America to check the company there, while Ayu is busy playing with her two grandchildren who are getting more and more agile and start learning to walk with the help of Ayu and her caregiver. The glassware in the luxurious house was removed temporarily to avoid being broken again by Naomi.

“Honey...here are the scissors let me help.”kata Verrel took a small scissors from Deandra's hand. He began to help edit the dried twigs of roses that were on the balcony of their room. Trivial things that can make their partners happy, especially a marriage is like a plant that needs to be cared for by themselves like the happiness of a couple in a marriage that must be built by themselves every time, every day, and every day, every moment without ever stopping.  Because humans will continue to change, nothing is permanent, especially if only holding on to a heart. Even couples who marry out of infatuation competitiveness can end up in divorce.

Repeatedly and repeatedly life is a choice so it must always be aware of the choices that have been taken, aware of the consequences and the responsibilities.  If you have decided to live with someone then choose to continue to be happy with him, choose again and again, forgive again and again to continue to love him again and again. Never stop at a dead end when there is a small problem as long as there is still time to open a new path, the right partner deserves to be happy.  Verrel approached his sitting wife, watching Verrel scissor the dried branches of a rose. Verrel is not a lover of plants but he wants to do it because he knows that trifles will make Deandra happy. Similarly to other trivia, verrel tap never objected if it makes women happy.

“Thanks dear.” Deandra stopped looking at her husband.

“We can shower now, baby.” says Verrel.

Deandra immediately understood what her husband meant who was still often shameless to tease her.  Deandra nods because it turns out she likes her wild husband and teases him because if she is not wild and seductive then it is not Verrel Aditya Ceyhan her name.

“You want in the bathtub or under the shower, baby?” ask Deandra.

“Whatever you are from.” Verrel said it as he stroked Deandra's cheek and looked at her very intimately.

“Or do you want to stay here?” goda Deandra responded to the gaze of her husband who had started to strip her of her clothes.

“We shower only.” Verrel had already set aside one shoulder of Deandra's clothes then sucked out her sweet skin.  Sucking it strong enough that Deandra goosebumps just because of that kind of trivial touch from her husband. Verrel blocked his wife's waist and lifted her up to take her to the bathroom.  The rush of cold water from the shower is something that is right for a hot day.  Verrel urged Deandra against the wall to block his wet chin from moving as he immediately blocked and attacked his wife's open lips with a caress of her rough tongue.  Verrel groans deliciously and wildly, breathing hot and burning throat.

Deandra hastily stripped her husband's wet clothes attached to her stretched muscle lumps, her passion being very strong and wild.  They are both wet and want each other and it does not take long to immediately unite in a blast of passion that remains blazing like hell fire even though it is under the wrath of cold water.  Deandra's moans and whimpers are the rhythm Verrel wants, the rhythm that poisons increasingly loud and wild to continue to fondle his women without wanting to stop.  Verrel flips Deandra's body and lays her face down again.

“Ya, ampung Verrel...let alone this.” Deandra is still in the grip of her climactic wave that is not over and has been stabbed again from a different direction. “Oh!” pekik Deandra grabbed the iron sink to hold on when his body was again whacked.  The more depressed Deandra is, the more excited Verrel is to give his wife more and more.  Verrel knew that Deandra also liked his actions, because his entire body was also assembled to give pleasure.  It feels hotter burning everywhere, Deandra has ever made him outstretched, face down even crawling for him with a body shaking.  Deandra would whimper, screaming with a tremendous outburst of release electrifying Verrel for having been the man who had given his wife that satisfaction and enjoyment.  As Verrel had sworn that no man would ever be able to meet Deandra as much as he was.

Deandra was still face down in bed after they returned to sex like mutants. Verrel crawled up to kiss his wife's softened spine after taking her groaning violently in an explosion of satisfaction.  Only Deandra was able to ease her wild passion, treating Verrel from the various wounds she had already dragged along the path of her life.

“Verrel....” call Deandra in a soft tone.

“Give me a cue yes, please don't attack me suddenly first.”

Verrel's breath instantly shook over Deandra's back. Actually there is nothing funny to laugh at but Verrel's position is on Deandra's body with both knees open flanking his hips. So it is natural that deandra was worried considering her husband's temperament.

“No, dear. I won't bite you now.”

Deandra knew her husband's sense of humor wasn't funny either so she was horrified to imagine Verrel actually had fangs that could suck his blood dry,

“I have to check on the kids in a moment, so let me rest for a while first.”

“Alright, madam.” whispered Verrel near her earlobe.

Deandra goosebumps feeling the sweep of her husband's rough skin when he ducked down on his innocent back.  Verrel kissed Deandra's back shoulder and then rolled around hugging her.  Verrel had decided to be happy with the woman his whole life and would not look back.  In the afternoon, Verrel invited Deandra to a date like a normal teenager, there were no fancy restaurants or luxury decorations.  All of them were simple places that Deandra used to love before she became Lady Verrel.

“It's been quite our life like this, I don't need anything else.” Verrel said.

Deandra just nodded in agreement and pulled Verrel's hand towards the food cart in the city park.  Deandra's favorite beef satay, she ordered a serving to eat together. It's a real folk date that Verrel has never felt before. His life has always been filled with luxury but for the sake of happiness his wife was also willing to eat by the roadside like this afternoon.  Many people noticed the couple because they recognized Verrel was the richest man in the country. After finishing eating satay, deandra invites Verrel to the night market. Seeing that there was a game on the night market, Deandra took Verrel on a merry-go-round. After that they bought confectionery and joked about spending the night with ordinary folk. Satisfied trying various foods sold at the night market and seeing if Deandra began to look tired and sleepy, Verrel took his wife home.

Upon entering the house, they saw all the families were gathered and there were twins who made a noise because all the items were messy. Prangs! The sound of broken glass thrown by Nathan, Ayu hurriedly called for the maid to clean up.

“Aduh daddy's son...why is all messy.” Verrel said.

“Let alone be restrained. From just tidied up even in the same again they. Later just tidied up again if they are tired and stop themselves.” said Yahya smiled. He remembers Verrel as a child as active as the twins who could not stand still and all the items were dismantled.

“Tuh Naom was outin all her diapers from the drawer, so tidied up again the same waiter even dibantakin again the same he.” said Ayu “Sama exactly like Verrel when small, can't be quiet and always throw tantrums. So let it be, later tidied up if they have slept.”