THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTERS 280. SMALL MONSTER BULLIES

“Me—why did it get this way?” muttered Olivia with a trembling voice. Collapse has been a barrier of ego that fortifies his heart all this time. Olivia nodded, staring at the nanar on the screen of the phone still held by Ezha.

“You've seen it now? You're nobody anymore, Olivia. Aware!” ezha said while keeping her phone in her pants pocket, then she stood ready to go back to the room.

“Ezha, wait!” intercept Olivia. His hands were now coiled on Ezha's muscular thigh, preventing the man from getting out of his place.

“What else? You still want to boast about your family's wealth?”

Olivia shook her head, and in her heart grew a great hatred for Luke and Verrel that made it tight, hard to breathe.

“This happened because of Verrel and Luke! They caused the destruction of my family! To death I will not let them enjoy happiness.Please help me to avenge this Ezha. Plisss,” pinta Olivia pleading at Ezha's feet. Lost was already all the ego and self-esteem that he had been proud of. He already had nothing left, somehow his father was caught.

Ezha squatted to align her body so she could see Olivia. In her heart she felt sad to see how upset Olivia looked. But when he remembered how the woman's haughty nature, hatred returned to his chest. Ezha was already unable to accept Olivia's arrogant attitude anymore. “You still want revenge?” ask Ezha.

Olivia nodded with eyes that were already wet with tears.

“Can only. I can help you but you have to promise me that you will never refute my words again,” Ezha said. Her voice softened while her hand stroked Olivia's face which began to look dull unkempt.

“Whatever you say, I will obey,” promise Olivia.

“Anything?”ask Ezha to repeat.

“Iya, whatever it is.” replied Olivia steadily.

The smile on Ezha's face instantly widened, now his hand moved over Olivia's head and stroking her gently calmed her down.

“Good! Then be prepared. From tonight you have to make money for me!”

...********...

The twilight still adorning the night sky, the air that blows softly accompanied by the sound of music that flows soft from the music player makes Verrel and Deandra dissolve in the romance created. Deandra sat on the sofa while Verrel lay with his wife on his head.

“I'm so grateful that you and the kids are well. The kids are all healthy and growing up to be adorable and smart.” Verrel tidied up the strands of hair dangling across Deandra's face.

“Moreover me, very happy even though a little hassle also take care of five children. When the three cried, I became a club to breastfeed who used to be. Fortunately, Nathan and Naomi are not too crybaby to keep asking for attention, maybe because there is also opa who always accompany them to play so they are not lonely because their mother is busy taking care of the three babies.”

“Know not? My feet sometimes feel limp like they turn into jelly if the children are crying and just want to be quiet if I carry.” said Deandra.

Verrel laughed at the thought of his wife turning into jelly. “Can you make such a parable? Since when are limp feet like jelly? As far as I can tell the parable is like this, ‘My feet are limp as boneless’ instead of my feet limp like jelly,” Verrel said while holding back a laugh.

“Iiihhh....no slang! That's an old saying well if young people now if making the parable must be to something that sounds more realistic.” replied Deandra.

“Indeed turn into jelly...where realistic?” ask Verrel again.

“Jelly is realistic, baby. Try if you love imagine the shape even though it is chewy but the shape is clear right? Some are shaped like flowers, pandas and more. But if the boneless leg is not willingistic. What is the foot called if there is no bone in it? If only meat is a pile of meat, my dear!” deandra replied at length.

“Oh so yes?”

“Iya so!”

“Tersubject only. The sane who relented!” answer Verrel cuek.

“Not, darling. I just don't want us to argue about such trivialities. Mending we do other things only, which is more important!” javav Verrel. Next to her eyes blinked giving a seductive look at Deandra.

“Do what? If you talk it's clear.” asked Deandra pretended not to understand.

“Yes what else, baby. That....doing pleasant things.”

“Example?”

“This example....”.

Verrel raised his head and kissed Deandra's lips.

“That's free? Ah, no fun!” deandra protest.

“If this one?” Verrel raised his head again and said Deandra's chest that defied before him.

“Lumayan lah...but still less!” whinek Deandra spoiled.

“Hmmm. Try you give me an idea.” said Verrel smiling seductively.

“How about this?” Deandra pushed Verrel to a seat, and she sat on her husband's lap, positioning herself against each other. His two slender hands wrapped around Verrel's neck.

“Bby too. But if only this is also still lacking.” reply Verrel.

Deandra smiled, slowly lowering her head and then anchoring a kiss to Verrel's lips. Not only did she kiss him briefly, Deandra gently stroked her husband's lips. Verrel's eyes closed permeated the game Deandra who was playing around in his lips.

“How? Still less too?” deandra asked shortly after she let go of her kiss.

“Hmmm. I want a hotter one!” verrel replied with his pair of eyes that had started to fog with passion. Deandra also understood her husband's intentions, she again linked her lips with her husband's mint-scented lips.

This time Verrel replies to his citric kisses with ******* for the sake of******** which invites a burning desire. The struggle of their tongues came to a halt as Deandra let go of her pagutan. With a blushing face and a gasp of breath she grabbed Verrel's head and hugged him tightly. His heart was pounding, while his lower half felt twitching for more attention.

‘Honey....I want,” pinta Deadnra shyly.

“I'm a darling too, but I'm still worried. How about we do it another way like yesterday? Hows it? You like it, right?”

Deandra nodded and played her finger on Verrel's shoulder. She missed her husband's touch and said what she wanted.

Deandra came down from her husband's lap and pulled Verrel's hand into their room. The two kissed and touched each other. The couple had already taken off their clothes, Verrel was ready to satisfy his wife in the safest way because he was still worried about his wife's former caesarean section.

Previously they had consulted a doctor and because the scar had also healed, they had been allowed to do so but still pay attention to the safest position. Just as Verrel was about to launch his attack, all of a sudden……

Tok tock……

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” naomi's cute little voice screamed while hitting the room door. He called out to Verrel repeatedly relentlessly hitting the door.

“Ouch! The little monster just bothers.” said Verrel a little annoyed because he is very ready to fight. Her hands were massaging her temples while Deandra held back laughter looking at her husband's visibly irritated facial expression and resisted cravings.

“It's new, baby. Later he will be silent.” said Deandra.