THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTER 29. START TO LEAK

Not long after Yuna appeared on the balcony of deandra's room, the two maids standing there resigned after seeing Yuna gesturing to them. “Nona, are you okay?” Yuna asked softly.  He approached deandra who was sitting in a chair with a fixed view towards the park.  Deandra's eyes blurred and crystalline details piled up in the corner of his eye.  His heart was sore considering the events in the dining room.

“Why did father and mother leave me alone?” it's in the heart. His eyes closed making the crystal grains fall soaked both of his cheeks.  While Yuna who was standing next to the girl was stunned.  There was nothing he could do but give deandra time to calm down.

...*...

“Why give me this outfit?” tanya deandra looked at the clothes the butler had given her.  A thin sheet of cloth showing the curves of his body.  Yuna sighed then bowed like she was facing the big master, ”This is the request of the master, Miss.”

Deg.

Deandra's chest skipped a beat. Her head throbbing with breath hunting “A-does she think I'm a cheap woman?”

Hearing deandra's question, Yuna just kept quiet.  He did not know how to answer it, honestly Yuna was confused by the attitude of the master lately. “Oh, jeez, Lord!” Deandra screeched while holding her head “How could I be stuck with that perverted and cruel man?” he mumbled in disbelief.  Yuna felt so wrong, she just carried out an order that she could not break. Moreover, he has been ordered to make sure deandra is fine in the next few days.

“Mari Miss. Let Tami who will help the lady dress,” Yuna said.

Deandra did not budge, now he realized he had no choice but to follow all the orders of the great master.  Hoping that if he was being kind and obedient maybe he would be fine, however he should be able to survive in the mansion.  Either until when he will live there and he did not want his life to be more chaotic if he continued to rebel.After finishing changing clothes, deandra stared at the smell of his appearance. The thin silk dress was attached to his body, he was like he was not dressed.

“Sorry, Young Miss. If I sound selfish to ask this of the lady, please do not argue with the master when with her.  Please miss soften a little, Master will give anything to miss.” Yuna said in a pleading voice, there is confidence in her if the young lady can be gentle, please, then the great master will obey the young lady.  And that was what Yuna wanted so much.

“Alright, I will try,” replied deandra “Just pray I can get out of there alive,”. “I...want to go home.”

Yuna was unable to comment anymore. Going home is an impossible desire to see from the gaze of the great master on deandra.  Yuna is very familiar and knows because she has worked there for many years, she knows verrel very well.  It's obvious that Verrel wants the girl and won't let her go.

“Mari, Miss. I'll take you to the big master's room.” Deandra welcomes Yuna and Tami's hand which leads her to the master's master's master's master's master's master's room.

...*...

In his study, Verrel listened to the assistant's explanation about the wedding preparations. He wanted the wedding to be held soon.  I don't know what's on Verrel's mind and why he's so pressing to marry deandra.

“So how do you, sir?” frans asked while showing something on his ipad.  Verrel didn't budge, he seemed to think.

“Actually I have a suggestion, sir. But I don't know if Mr pleases or not,” said the assistant.  Verrel turned to hear it “Say.”

“I think, for the invitation to be spread later, it is better to hide the identity of the young lady.  It's better that no one out there knows about Miss.  That way there will be no commotion that will hinder the wedding of Mr and Miss.” Frans awaits a response from Verrel.

“Hide identity?” verrel muttered while thinking. ”Ya, right Sir. This method is effective in my opinion, if we hide the identity of Young Miss, then even Mr. Rico will not know before the party event at the title.”

The pitch-black-eyed man seemed to weigh in and then smiled with a grin. His eyes turned straight at Frans.

“Good idea,” says Verrel.  Upon hearing the approval of the great master Frans began to explain the concept of marriage that he had selected. In addition, he also reported on Verrel's order to invite Amran and his second wife.

“You just run your idea,” command Verrel and get up from his chair. “Remember! I don't want any mistakes. All must be perfect”

“Good, Mr.” says the assistant.

Verrel walked out of his study and back into the room. There was a push that made the man swing his legs faster to get to the room. “Nona is waiting inside the master,” said Yuna, after which Yuna left. Verrel stepped into the room, closed the door and locked it.

Since entering the room, Deandra was hypnotized by the atmosphere of the room and the smell of masculine fragrance that made her uncomfortable.  He felt a strange sigh in his body every time he smelled that masculine scent. Deandra was still fixated, she wanted to obey Verrel's orders but her legs felt stiff to move. “No. I'm just sitting here,” reject Deandra, make the man emotional. Suddenly he remembered Yuna's words to him, if he defied it would make his life difficult and all the servants would also accept the consequences.  His eyes widened ‘Yes, geez. What have I done? Didn't Aunt Yuna warn me that if I obey the great master then she will obey all my wishes? Oh, how's this?

Verrel snorted, he drew closer to the woman who was always defying him. His hand gripped the rough Deandra with a hardened jaw. “Who do you think you are, hmm?” scorn Verrel with a sharp and cynical look. “I've been kind enough to ask you nicely. But you're even in opposition.” Verrel drew his face closer.

“Or do you want me to give it back to your uncle? Let you feel how he's gonna sell you to old man Broto!” Deandra's entire body shook at the man's words. Right he said, if I get out of here, it is inconceivable what will happen.

“Begging you kindly?” deandra Lirih. “What you forgot, sir. You forcibly and cruelly snatched away my honor?” he said in a voice full of emotion. His chest rose and fell, holding back emotions.  Verrel laughed, his laughing voice making Deandra shudder.

“Taking honor?” laugh and grin. “I didn't take it for free, you know! Even now I've bought your life. Your life and death are in my hands.” said Verrel with a sharp gaze. 

“Remember one thing!” Verrel brought his face closer. “You don't want to, like it or not, you're only mine forever. No one can take you away, except death.”.

The deg!

His heart was pounding hard at hearing that sentence. He gulped his saliva and took a deep breath. 

“Why? You don't take it? You want to know why I talk like that?” Their distance is getting closer even Verrel is already overriding Deandra.

“We are getting married, I have prepared a wedding to tie you to my side,” whispered Verrel. “And you know what that means? You're only mine, not the son of a bitch.”

Verrel's jaw hardened, the aura of his face emanating hatred. Deandra widened her eyes. What did he say? Be married? “Oh, Lord.”

“Don't be surprised dear,” said Verrel full of tenderness stroking the girl's face. “You should know one secret.” The pitch-black bead traced the beauty of the girl's face that had fascinated her. Touching the girl's long hair, enjoying every beauty of a girl who is able to make her life so chaotic.

“A-what? What secret?” ask deandra.

“You've been bought expensive. You're gonna marry me, so no one's gonna buy your body. You are only mine.” said Verrel while peeking at the girl's forehead. “Be nice. Never defy.” while touching deandra's face and stroking her.

Stifled by the man's words, Deandra now understood what game the great master was playing. ‘So this guy did all this to save me? He wants to marry me so I won't be sold by uncle? Why didn't he say it in the first place? Why should he be so cruel and rude?

As if not believing, Deandra remained silent.  When Verrel took his hand and led him to the bed, he refused and went to follow where Verrel was leading him. He only regained consciousness from his daydream when his body was thrown into the bed.  Surprised! Not yet had he thought of what was going on, Verrel had already hugged her.

Verrel's gentle treatment melts the girl's defenses.  After two hours, the two let out a long sigh as they gained release, releasing each other the seeds of their love.  The bodies of the two were drenched in sweat, still hugging each other with their eyes closed. 

Verrel got out of bed and stepped into the bathroom.  Flush his body with warm water that feels refreshing.  He grabbed a towel to dry his body and wrapped the towel around his shoulder.

Out of the bathroom, he glanced at the bed where Deandra lay tired. Verrel approaching and bending, “Hey, clean your body baby!” the sound made him jump and sit down by holding a blanket covering his innocent body.  Deandra stared at the plain body of the man wrapped in a towel on his waist.  “Why? Didn't you see?” verrel said as he pinched his cheek.

*Visual bedroom Mr. Verrel