THE PASSION OF THE CEO

CHAPTER 97. CALM DOWN

If yesterday Deandra was upset with his client but today it was Verrel who was upset by his important client. The client wants a lot so that makes Verrel more emotional when the meeting is in progress.  He was upset that all his designs were rejected outright by that client.

“Frans! Just scribble him from the list.” Verrel commands with anger, no client has rejected his design before.  Moreover, many unclear requests. Make dizzy and emotional.

“But sir. This client-”

“I don't care who he is,” his Verrel “You just do my command.”

“Shouldn't we leave this client to Madam, sir? It's a pity that this client we let go. I'm sure Madam can certainly handle this client,” Frans' advice who knows very well how the big lady works. Sighing deeply he waited for Verrel's response which was still riveted.

“Yes. Just give that client to my wife. But tell people to keep an eye out lest he look at my wife's face,” Verrel replied. Frans held his lips back from chuckling at his boss' possessive attitude. “One more time, clear my schedule today. My wife is coming soon.” Shortly after, the door of the director's room opened and a woman wearing a dress on her knees came over. Deandra increasingly looks beautiful like a successful businessman with his appearance even though his stomach is bulging.

“Do I bother you?”

Verrel threw a smile then retreated his chair and spread out both of his hands.  Deandra, who was very pity with the habit, immediately sat on her husband's lap. And wrapped her husband's neck.

“Frans! You can go to my wife's office. There's a job there that you should check.” Verrel's orders.  Hearing the command certainly makes Frans smile ‘Ahhh...meet the jutek girl as well, can menyantilin him today.” Without saying much Frans immediately went let alone see the intimacy of the great lord and mistress who made her single soul thrash.

“How long? I've been waiting for you since, baby.” Verrel's guerrilla hand touched his wife's body, while his lips moved actively spreading a wet kiss.

“How was the meeting successful?” tanya Deandra lifted her head so Verrel freely kissed his wife's neck and left a sign of ownership there.

He drowned his face in his wife's chest, exhaling a long breath. Deandra was so sensitive that she did not want to ask again, she memorized all of Verrel's attitude. The man can be rude, sadistic, cruel and arrogant when dealing with co-workers.  But when with Deandra his attitude is different.

“That client wants me to give it to you, baby. Can you handle?" said Verrel who was still at home buried his face in his wife's chest. Deandra's hand stroked her husband's head like a mother who was calming her child.

“Good. I'll handle. Does my husband want me to take down that client? Is that client making your mood bad?” ask again.  Instead of answering his wife's question, he tightened his embrace.

“You rest with me?” asked Verrel who was still not moving from his position.

“I'm not sleepy, dear.”

“Do you think I'm taking you to bed?” Deandra smiled waiting for Verrel's reply who was still at home buried his face in his chest.

“Then what?” verrel. Failure meeting with his client makes him unable to think clearly.  He withdrew and looked at the wife without blinking.

“Ehmmm...are you sure you invited me dear?” verrel asked starting to squeeze the twin mounds together. “I want to say hello to my two children, do you allow?”

That silly remark made Deandra chuckle on the sidelines ******* his groan. Why would the ice cube master be this sweet now? Her thought.

“You are so funny, dear.”

Not wanting to wait long, with lightning fast he moved Deandra to the sofa. His kiss was not separated, he was never satisfied to enjoy the sweet taste of the lips of his wife. And sure enough Deandra's guess, when her husband's mood was not good enough to kiss Deandra's lips, Verrel began to feel a little calm and the burden was reduced.

Deandra began to calm down to feel the touch of her husband's lips, taking her mind off the incident in front of the office when she saw Rico staring at her from the car. “Emmpphh.” Deandra sighed as the squeeze got stronger. Verrel's wild passion surged, he pulled away and looked at his surprised wife. “Verrel,” flow with eyes misty passion.

“Say darling. What do you want?” verrel deliberately squeezed his wife's breasts to lure her clean.

“Say or I stop now.” says Verrel. Deandra gets stuck as Verrel's fingers press on her sensitive area, her body squirms and her passion gets stronger, she wants her husband.

“Verrel. Don't tease me. I want you,” finally the sentence that Verrel awaited also slid from the lips of his wife. He never did without his wife's will because for him the wife's satisfaction was more important.

...*...

While in the office building owned by Baratha Group. Rico who was in his study can be seen bending his face. Her hand was twitching her temple, thinking of finding a way to approach Deandra. ‘SIAL! You always look at me but why don't you smile or say hello to me, baby? Why are you so tired of that jerk! It should all be mine, you should be mine but you're enjoying your life with it!’

Unfortunately Rico swept his desk by hand so that all the items fell to the floor.  His secretary who was about to enter and see the boss was emotional also undo his intention to enter.

If Rico had known that Deandra was having sex with her husband at the office, she would have gone crazy. She doesn't even care if Deandra's pregnant and her belly is already swollen. ‘I'll take you by force! Whatever way I'm gonna do to get you, honey. Even if you reject me!

The door of the room was open hard. The stern face of a middle-aged man staring at the nanar saw the room was in a mess with documents strewn across the floor. “What the hell is this Rico?” yelled Andi Baratha, his father-in-law.

The sudden arrival of his father-in-law made Rico surprised.  He quickly gathered the scattered documents. ‘Damn it! Why is my father-in-law coming?’ he murmured in the heart.  Moreover, looking at the face of the middle-aged man who looked full of anger while crossing his two arms.

“Can you explain everything? I don't want any lies!” baratha said with a red face. He dropped down on the sofa while looking at his daughter-in-law.  His heart was very sore and his anger peaked to hear the words of his wife who said that Rico was reluctant to carry out his duties as a husband.  Iva, who complained to her mother, could not stand the attitude of Rico who always thought of other women and was reluctant to touch her.

Mr. Baratha also questioned who the woman was always mentioned by Rico in his sleep.