THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTER 56. THE WOMEN ARE HEARTBROKEN

The news of the Ceyhan Corp CEO's marriage turned out to be horrendous in the universe. Besides because there is a sensation where the identity of the bride is kept secret. When the news hit the media, another furore ensued, many women were heartbroken. On the toll road outside the city reportedly 10 women who committed suicide on the toll. Love is amazing.

"Verrel...we love you!" such were the cries of the women who idolized the handsome CEO.

Today in the city centre, thousands of women idolising Verrel marched in heartbreak, all dressed in black with a heart-split image on the front as a sign of their grief.

TV stations broadcast the situation in various places. Maddened. Totally bonkers. The news of the CEO's marriage, known as the master of the bed, is making noise everywhere. Not only in the capital even to the region and abroad. Many women express their disappointment.

The situation at the main house was no less excited when Yuna the butler announced about the marriage of the great lord with the great mistress who had been introduced in this house.  Although the servants had expected without waiting for this news. Excitement gushed from the faces of all the servants in the house. They saw how the big master treated Deandra all this time and the girl was pregnant. No one was surprised that they would finally get married.

Of all the happy people, including Yuna, a butler in the main house, said thank God, because the presence of the mistress who will be confirmed her position, will be a reason to survive.

As per Verrel's orders, today the servants will prepare a special dinner for everyone. The waiters are allowed to relax later in the afternoon, they will hold a barbeque in the backyard. The main house as a thanksgiving. The waiters were busy in the kitchen preparing food.

Including Deandra's personal servant who had been serving his master and felt the kindness of the great mistress. Unceasingly grateful for the happy news.

“Creally Alya? You're not lying?” he asked with a look of shock, as if he was still in a dream.  Indeed, who would easily believe the marriage of the great lord if there was no invitation as proof?

Alya shook her head quickly while displaying a look of happiness.  “I didn't lie Tami.  Chief Servant Yuna herself who officially announced.”

“Jeez, Alya.  I'm really happy to hear this”, muttered Tami with teary eyes.  As proof that he was truly grateful. Tami had just returned from visiting her ailing mother in the village, so she was not there when Yuna announced her great master's marriage.

Alya nodded and hugged Tami who started sobbing.  “We have a protector, Tami.  As long as we follow the madam, then our safety will be guaranteed.”

Tami returned Alya's embrace tightly.  “I want as soon as possible to serve the big lady, Alya.”  It was no exaggeration to say he was so happy and wanted to start working, serving the great mistress who was willing to protect him unconditionally.

In fact, the woman who had only been at odds for three years with him already considered him a sister. Deandra was the one who gave Tami permission to go on leave to visit her sick mother, even the big lady gave money for medical expenses and other gifts for the Tami family.

“Mrs leave a message so you can get back to work before this wedding is held.”

“I'm grateful to be back here today, so I can work again.” Tami said.

“Time for lunch, mistress.”  The woman who was still pensive on the bed was reluctant to turn her head.  He is still thinking about his marriage.  For some reason, his feelings suddenly became agitated.  “Nyonya”, the waiter called Deandra back.  I heard a rough breath.  If you can choose, you don't want to eat.  But, if he did that, there would be anger that would expose everyone.  She could not miss her meal, as she was pregnant.

“Give me a minute, Alya”, Deandra replied later.  He looked back at the floor.  It's as if there's a fate that's going to get him out of this room.

“But the mistress later..”.

The servant's words were interrupted when the heavy voice of a man who was none other than Verrel echoed.  “Why are you still here? Isn't it lunch time?”

Both Alya and Deandra flinched. They similarly stiffened and gulped his saliva.  The wide, firm and intimidating steps drew closer to where Deandra was frozen.  “Lunch with me, Mrs Verrel,” said Verrel in a distinctive flat tone.  Landing a kiss approved by the girl while stroking her flat stomach.

A pair of clear eyeballs Deandra stared at the two legs of Verrel who stood towering in front of her.  He arranged his heart and feelings quickly, before looking up.  Looked at the man and threw her sweet smile. Seeing that sweet smile was enough to make Verrel's hardened face become more relaxed.

“You're home?” chirps Deandra.  He was confused as to what.  Because to be honest, meeting Verrel after the man's anger this morning made him awkward.  The man who was amazed with that smile extended his hand.  Grabbing Deandra's chin, holding the woman to stare at him.

“Ya, I'm home.”  The answer seems flat.  But implied the strict meaning that made Deandra hold her breath.  “I heard you haven't had lunch.”  This is not a question, but a reality that is true.

“Yes, I wasn't hungry.  But...seeing you here, I became hungry,” Deandra said very carefully.  His eyes worked together with the words coming out of his lips. It is not wrong for Deandra to see the thin smile on Verrel's lips.  It made the man look like an ordinary human being, not a cruel, heartless demon. 

“You're getting smarter, madam, Remember! You're pregnant. You have to take care of my son.” Verrel said unknowingly.  A second later the man looked down and put a kiss on Deandra's lips.  Initially just wanted to kiss, but still as before, the ripe lips were as if inviting Verrel to explore deeper.

And there is no doubt the ability of the master of the bed who often will change women.  The man is the king who is able to destroy all women. The kiss that had originally been gentle, turned wild and passionate as Deandra retorted.  Unknowingly, the lips that give him pleasure almost every time it has its own charm for Deandra.  The longer Verrel led Deandra to lie down, without letting go of her kiss.  With a position like this, it was impossible for them not to be lulled into doing more, more than just kissing.

Sure enough, when Verrel's lips came down to Deandra's neck, ***** the woman heard. Make Verrel more interested in creating other.  Not only the lips, the tongue also works together to leave a wet sensation there.  His hand squeezing one of Deandra's precious assets, Verrel's big hand cupping the part, squeezing sensually. Making Deandra sigh and wriggle under that big body and continue sighing affectionately while muttering his name “Verrel”.

Verrel's head suddenly dizzy when experiencing obstacles with a short dress attached to Deandra's body.  The dress, which had a zipper on the back, made it difficult for the man to take it off.  Verrel.  Pushed by a passion that surges with time.

A pair of black eyes shrouded in the fog of passion were staring at the clear bead of Deandra who experienced something similar.  It seems that the heat struggle will be the appetizer, before they decide to have lunch.  “Detach your dress, baby.  I will give you pleasure,” Verrel said without turning his eyes and still piercing Deandra.

Deandra looked gulped.  However, his common sense still worked well despite the desire to accept Verrel's request.  “T-but I'm hungry.”  Silent. Verrel has not answered.  But he also did not force Deandra to take off her clothes.  And a second later he kissed Deandra's lips while saying “I will let you eat first, after that..I will eat you.”.