THE PASSION OF THE CEO
CHAPTERS 192. ENTER HOTEL
The rush of Amran and Risna made Deandra wonder. She feels strange about her in-laws' attitude, although Amran and Ceyhan's relationship is very bad but they still care about her even though Amran ignores everyone.
“Dea....that was not your in-laws?” asked Rosa who had noticed Deandra and Amran's interaction.
“Iya. That's papa Amran. Since when did she have a private nurse? Is he really healed or not? Does papa have other diseases so you have to use a personal nurse?” Deandra.
“Udah don't think, I'm already this hungry. Where do we eat?” rosa said stroking her distended stomach.
“We eat seafood restaurant only yes, I want to eat in a regular place.” said Deandra. The group went to the fifth floor to a seafood restaurant that still belongs to the Ceyhan family. The maid who did not recognize Deandra was seen watching the beautiful face of the woman followed by her maid and personal bodyguard.
“Cantik ya the woman, her body is also sexy even though it already has a child two.” whispers-whispers waiter who noticed Deandra.
“Sorry, please take care of your attitude and respect to Mrs Verrel.” said one of the bodyguards. “Where is your manager?”
“Already, just leave Obaja! Just choose some tables for us, you all also take lunch together.” said Deandra who always treated her workers well.
“But Madam-” has not had her sentence completed, a man who works as a restaurant manager was in a hurry to approach Deandra and bowed respectfully.
“Welcome Big Lady. Please follow me, the waiter has prepared a table for the mistress.”
Seeing their manager bowing respectfully and greeting Deandra with the call of the Big Madam made the face of the restaurant waiter who was whispering just now turn pale and immediately saluted. ‘Husss...turns out it was the Big Lady.’ he whispered to his friend.
‘Hopefully the Big Lady is not angry to hear our words earlier. Can-can we get fired.’ reply his friend.
“Do not be afraid. I will not fire you, return to work and do not repeat the deed. You guys here are working not to gossip.” said Deandra who knows that some waiters look scared.
“Good, Big Mistress. Thank you.” said they simultaneously.
Some restaurant visitors who saw the arrival of Deandra and his entourage did not blink to see the beautiful woman who looked elegant while holding Nathan. While Alya held Naomi who laughed and pulled Alya's curly hair.
“Please Mistress.” said the restaurant manager led them to a large table. Deandra and all her servants and guards ate at one table, leaving the other visitors flabbergasted at Deandra's treatment of a Grand Mistress of the richest CEO who ate a meal with her subordinates. A rare sight among the upper class. The amazement of the people there was expressed them with praise that had been heard by Deandra.
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“Where are we going, sir? Didn't you want lunch?” risna asked Amran who looked grim and not excited after meeting Deandra and her two children earlier.
“Ke hotel! This afternoon you should do your job. I'll order some food there. One thing you remember, if you meet my daughter-in-law anywhere you'd better dodge. Do not try to approach or talk to him. My daughter-in-law is more terrible than her husband. Let's go! It's time you were on duty!”
The deg!
Even though Risna had done it several times with Amran while still in the hospital and they did it again yesterday, it still made his heart flutter with anxiety. Deep down, the woman began to regret her decision to accept Amran's offer. For the money offered and indeed he was in need of money for his mother's medical needs, Risna had no other choice. He still shuddered in horror as he recalled how savage Amran was in bed, even though the man was not young anymore but his burning passion made Risna limp every time they came into contact.
“Take food to my room. One bottle of wine,” he told the hotel receptionist.
“Good, Mr.”
The man stepped into the elevator and rode up to the twenty floor. He did not realize that Yahya had seen him for a moment before entering the elevator.
“With whom my son had come,” asked Yahya at the reception.
“Only, Big Master.”
“Hemm...I want you to report to me if my son comes to this hotel with a woman. Remember!”
“Alright, Big Master. I will also notify the other receptionists on duty.”
“All security chiefs and hotel managers meet me in the room now,” Yahya's orders.
“Good, Big Master.”
‘What is he doing here?’ he went to work at the hotel. While in the 2002 room, Risna had already taken a bath and changed clothes, while Amran was in the bathroom when the doorbell rang, the hotel waiter brought her Amran's order of food. The waiter was astonished when he saw a woman opening the door, he remembered the hotel manager's orders to all the staff. Pretending to put all the food on the table and lay a bouquet of flowers, the man took out a small camera the size of a button and attached it to the television facing the bed. Then he went out of the room and sent a message to Lord Yahya.
“The food has come, Sir. Please eat first.” said Risna who has prepared food for Amran.
“Stop being too formal. Do not call Master if we are both, after all you are my personal servant,” Amran said shamelessly.
“Good. So what should I call?”
“Call more friendly, I like it when you sigh call me.”
Amran's words make Risna blushing, honestly he likes Amran on the bed that memapu satisfy him even though Risna always ends horribly due to the violent actions of the man.
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Amran pushed Risna's body into the bed and tore her clothes violently. “Ahhh....what will I wear if my clothes are torn?”
“Let me buy you new clothes, now shut up and enjoy as usual.”
The movement of Amran's hand squeezed Risna's already innocent chest, while the man took off his clothes quickly. “Ahhh...mas.
“Ya.....great...push on....ayo sigh.” whispered Amran friendly “Satisfy me this afternoon until tomorrow morning.” and those words made Risna shudder at the thought of how the man had behaved all along. Amran turned Risna's body quickly and her lips invaded Risna's thin and soft lips. Engaging the chewy part as he pleased with the passionate rhythm.
