THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTER 45. VERREL QUALIFYING

Giving up your heart, feelings and love is impossible for Deandra. “How can I give my heart and love to him? I have no feelings for him at all. I love others” deandra frustrated, she walks pacing like an iron. He hasn't changed his clothes, he hasn't stopped thinking about Verrel's request.

Deandra feels depressed, she is stuck with the plans and games she makes.  His intention to take advantage of Verrel is infatuated with his body but reality is inversely proportional. He only wanted to sacrifice himself so that no servant would be punished by the incident earlier this afternoon, but his efforts were unsuccessful.  Verrel gave her conditions. Absolute conditions if he wants full power in that luxurious house.

The door of her room opened and Alya entered the room with her head bowed.

“What's Alya? You why?” asked Deandra who saw Alya's pale face.

“Big Lord is angry with me, Madam. Because earlier I left the madam alone outside when the woman came.” said Alya.  “Please my Madam. Master will punish me.” Alya cried as she pleased and her body trembled to attract the mistress' sympathy. For him only the great mistress could help him from the punishment.

‘My refusal made Mr Verrel punish Alya? Yeah, God. What the hell am I doing? I refused to give her my love and heart because I couldn't love her. Even making Verrel punish my servant, this is not true, I cannot let this happen because of all my fault, he murmured inwardly.

“Not crying anymore. I'll talk to the Big Lord,” Deandra said. Anyway I have to do something, Alya is innocent of what happened this afternoon.

“Good, mistress. Thank you,” Alya said as she stepped out of deandra's room after the big lady told her to leave.

‘I will try again to melt his heart, I do not want that man to punish my servant for my own fault.’ Deandra cleans her body again, changing clothes. She chose a long-sleeved mini dress, gold color with a motif design.  Seen smooth leg level because the dress is above the knee, just a few inches below the buttocks.

*Visual clothes Deandra wears

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Tok tok!

“Log.”

Deandra opened the door of Verrel's room and stepped in after closing the door behind her. He saw the man sitting at the mini bar sipping alcohol. His face was not as soft as it was. Verrel just wrapped the towel around his waist, his smooth body showing the muscles in his tall and stocky body.

Deandra stepped closer to Verrel and wrapped her hands around the man's neck.  Even though he himself felt afraid that the man would scold him.

“What are you doing here?” verrel asked in a cold and flat voice.

“I want to explain about Alya.  He's innocent, so please don't punish him.  I told him to get me a drink. While Tami went to the supermarket to shop some of my needs” said deandra explained.

“He shouldn't have left you alone. He can ask another waiter.” Verrel said still in a cold tone of voice.

“This is all my fault. I should have sent another waiter. I beg you not to punish Alya. It's purely my fault and negligence, so it's my law,” he pleaded.

“You know, Mrs Verrel. There's a rule in this house that the Grand Madam can't accept punishment. So if you do wrong then your servant will receive the punishment.”

“What? Nah! Nah! Can't be,” the protest.

“That's my rule that can't be disputed!” verrel replied coldly with a straight look forward, since deandra had entered the room, not a single bit of Verrel had looked at her.

“I beg dear, just punish me. I'm not okay anyway. I can deal with a crazy woman who claims to be Ceyhan's great mistress.” deandra said.

“Are you not proud that I can handle it, baby?”

“Don't you call darling, if your heart isn't for me,” Verrel replied.

“Please! I love you. Trust me, dear.” seduce by putting on a face.

“How do you prove your point?”

“Hmmm...I will give you whatever you want,” Deandra replied in a soft voice, she tried to catch her breath and relieve her heart beat. He actually hesitated when he said that sentence.

“Are you sure, Mrs Verrel?” a sly grin appeared on the man's face. The game will begin madam verrel, the game you created yourself, the verrel monologue in her heart.

“Yes, I am very sure, dear.” replied deandra with a smile.  However, he had to do this for the safety of his servant. Deandra placed her head on Verrel's sturdy shoulder.  He finished his drink and pulled the girl's waist.

“Good. My first condition, you must satisfy me tonight.”

‘First terms? Means there will be a second condition and so on, deandra thought. Geez, why am I this stupid anyway? This pervert must have planned something for me.  Why is he reading my mind?

“Why there is a first condition?” ask Deandra.

“You want to argue?” ask Verrel instead of answering deandra's question. "If you don't want to, there's no problem."

“Ti—no. Just ask,” answered him in a vibrating voice. I'll do it even though this perverted guy must have put up some weird terms like he used to.

“So? We deal?”

“Deal!” deandra's reply was quick.

A wide smile adorned Verrel's face, for the umpteenth time he was back toying with the girl who initially wanted to play tricks on him. ‘You should learn a lot mistress verrel.’

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“Egghhh...hoaamm,” Deandra's voice evaporated and spread out both her hands. Opening both of his eyes wide and glancing sideways and not finding Verrel there. ‘Maybe he's been to the office, why am I getting up so late now? Mumbled. His eyes still felt heavy from drowsiness but he felt his body gooey, the whole night Verrel peppered him.

“Ahhh...sick!” the girl felt pain in the lower part of her body. While enduring the pain, he tried to get off the bed and look for a cloth he could wear covering his innocent body.  There's only a thick blanket there. Where were my clothes last night?

“Where are my clothes? How do I get out of here without clothes?” he walked into the bathroom and saw that there was a shirt that Verrel was wearing last night hanging there.  He took the shirt and put it on.  A waiter walks into the bathroom and surprises Deandra.

The waiter served in Verrel's room, “I'm sorry, Madam. Sorry I didn't mean to bewitch Madam,” said with his head bowed and frightened.

“Nothing,” pity to see that frightened waiter.

“Te-thank you Mistress. Where's the madam going?” asked when he saw deandra stepping away from the master's room.

“I want to go to my room,” he said nervously. He still feels awkward with his new call, now his position at home has changed.  Tami and Alya were standing at the door of Deandra's room to greet her employer and follow her into the room.