THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTER 57. VERREL TURNS ROMANTIC

“What do you want, baby?” tanya Deandra brushed off Verrel's hand. If in the past, if Deandra did that it was certain Verrel would punish him, but now it is different.

“I'll carry you, you'll be tired, baby.”

“No need, fall later. I can walk by myself,” Deandra said pursing her lips.

“Alright, Mrs Verrel.” The heavy hand reached for Deandra's hand. Gently clasping her hands down the stairs.  The unusual treatment caught the attention of the servants who accidentally saw their affection.  Alya and Tami are servants who follow wherever Deandra goes, tail behind the master and secretly smile happily.  No different from Yuna who welcomed the arrival of Master and Madam at the door.

A bouquet of flowers was given to Deandra by Verrel. It was an obligation to give flowers to the girl every day.

"Ahhh. Thank you, dear." said Deandra immediately hugged Verrel. This was the moment that the man liked the most.

"Beautiful to your face, right?" verrel's words make the girl's face blush whenever Verrel praises her.

“Please, Master, Mistress.”

“Thank you, Yuna.”  Deandra. While Verrel continued to step and did not release his hand.  Like a romantic, understanding and affectionate man, Verrel pulled a chair for Deandra.  Make sure the woman is sitting properly, before she takes her place next to him.

The waiters began to serve all the food at the table. Pour drinking water, open the dishes and make sure everything is ready before getting out of the room.  “Eat,” Verrel command. “I don't want at the wedding later you look skinny.”

“Of course.  I can't possibly embarrass you in front of everyone, I'll make you happy.” he said which made a smile appear on the man's face.

Verrel stopped the movement of his hand that was picking up the spoon.  Trying to digest carefully the answer Deandra gave.  “Interesting,” thought Verrel.  One corner of his lips was raised, forming a grin that was difficult to interpret.  “Good if you understand.  That means, you should be able to put yourself wherever you are,” Verrel replied.  “Especially, when later I take you to the company's big party, I want you to be able to look stunning to everyone. Lady Verrel.”

The repressive speech was enough to make Deandra hold her breath.  Inevitably he must maintain an attitude to continue to focus.  “I know.  You don't have to worry,” replied Deandra.

“I promise, will make you proud.” he said. Deandra is determined, as Verrel's wife, to show the world that she deserves to be his companion.

After a short conversation the mood returned to silence.  Only the twang of the cutlery is a filler of silence between them.  Verrel occasionally glanced at Deandra who looked voraciously with food on his plate. ‘Just a little more I will make sure you will be mine completely and forever.’

Verrel's words are not a figment.  Evidently, ten minutes after they finished enjoying lunch, he had already attacked Deandra without giving the woman any space to sigh.  The desire in that man cannot be controlled.  His passion was blind and kept surging with time. Especially when his touch was welcomed by Deandra.

The man's head was suddenly dizzy due to a series of passionate attacks.  Makes her like a virgin who first touched a woman. React only because of a hot kiss.

The welcome of desire from Deandra became the biggest trigger.  The man couldn't even stand it, with Deandra's position in his arms. Verrel took Deandra to the room, after the woman complained about not moving.  That's where their game will go for the umpteenth time.

Verrel unleashes all his wild passion without forgetting the main thing, adoring Deandra first before he demands his own satisfaction.  Since when does Verrel care about female satisfaction? But now, Verrel has to go to great lengths to warm up to Deandra.  It should make the woman feel the release at least once before heading for the core dish.  So with that Verrel can get a touch of reply from deandra lentic fingers and lip games. 

“Oh, Baby.  I won't be able to turn my back on you,”gumam Verrel on the sidelines of their daytime activities.  The man had no tired words in his dictionary.  All he thought about was working and satisfying his desires.  And right now, making love to Deandra is one thing that he must do every day.  Exactly every time he wants.  Like this afternoon. 

“Argh!” Verrel snarls tight.  A sign he's getting his climax.  Deandra moaned after her consciousness returned.  He held up a blanket that covered his innocent body.  Surely after making love the woman will fall asleep.  And as always, Deandra found herself on the bed.  Verrel went where the man was.

In the past, Verrel in the view of a Deandra is a cruel demon has a pile of bad qualities and does not give a second chance for others. Not only that, Verrel can also turn into terrible when what is desired does not match reality. However, even so, Deandra learned many things from Verrel.  Not only the pleasure in bed, but also how he behaves, and uses the power in his hands. 

Now the Verrel he knew was a handsome man who adored him and was infatuated with him. Especially after she became pregnant, the man was more patient to face Deandra who likes to sulk and is stubborn.  He came home early from work, only to spend time looking after his women. Every day he lavished Deandra with expensive gifts, a bouquet of flowers never to forget.

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Geck! Geck! Tok

“Sorry, is this really Miss Rosa's house?” ask a man in a suit.

‘Looks not a debt tagger, thought the girl who saw the two men in front of her from head to toe.’

“This gas who is it?”

“We were told by the Big Lady to deliver this to the lady, where to put it?” I asked Rosa who was confused.

“Huge Lady? What does that mean, mas?”

“Mrs Verrel have us drop this off,” show some boxes and paperbags.

“I mean, Mrs Verrel? Madame Deandra?” still confused to make sure.

“Iya, right. That's Mrs Verrel.” says the two men simultaneously.

“But this is what mas? Why so much?”  His mother Rosa who came out of the room was also made surprised to see the number of items in front of the door of his house. There are ten boxes that all contain groceries, frozen groceries, milk, medicines and vitamins, there is also food ordered from one of the restaurants owned by the Ceyhan family.

“Mistress said, this is all for Miss Rosa and mom. Kindly accepted.”

“Bawa to enter all mas.  Located here.” sahut Rosa shows towards the living room.  It also helps to lift the lighter box.  His confused mother just stared.

“Oh yes miss. This is a special order from the Big Lady. Please wear it for Saturday. Madam will send a driver to pick up Miss Rosa and Mom.”

“Where are you mas?”

“The wedding ceremony of the Lord and Lady, This is the invitation.  Please do not spread the identity of the Big Lady to anyone.”

“Hah? Wedding?” Rosa and her mother were equally surprised. “Don't worry about that, I won't divulge my best friend's name,”

“Then we pamit.”

“Thank you to your mistress yes,” said Rosa who was answered with a nod by the two men who were none other than the bodyguard of the great mistress.

“Dea married?”

“Iya ma'am, here's the invitation. Oh gosh. Mom try to see this!” he shouted with sparkling eyes as he took out a shirt from the paperbag.  The paperbag contains expensive dresses, shoes and clutches for Rosa and her mother. Rosa and her mother's eyes widened after removing the contents of the paperbag.

“Dea...dea...really crazy ya live loe. Grand madam? Wow, great my friend.” he shouted.

“Meanwhile you are also looking for a girlfriend,” said her mother who replied Rosa with a snort. “Absolutely you don't want to like Dea?”

“Stupid won't go where ma'am, there will also be,”

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