Trap Girl

In fact

"Your face looks so messed up" the last sentence's memory pieces flashed through a greenish-eyed woman's head last night.

His eyes blinked slowly, looking towards the ceiling of the room he was occupying. The woman felt alien to this place. Then spread his gaze to the corners of the very spacious room. The woman's eyes glared as she caught an object familiar to her. His eyes, which had been blurry, could now see very clearly.

Cold sweat started to appear on his forehead. The woman began to look at her body hidden under the covers. With an abnormal heartbeat, his eyes ventured to see the reality that could change his future life.

Sure enough, the woman found her body plain with no cloth attached to the surface of her skin, except for a blanket that covered her. Then the woman ventured to look at the object that was sleeping beside her right.

"It can't happen, right?" The woman nodded while holding her head which felt heavy. Then he remembered last night's incident. However, his efforts were in vain. Because the memory of his memory stopped until he asked a question, and wanted to approach the man who was now sleeping next to him. After that, the woman could not remember anything more.

Then the woman immediately got out of bed. He did not want to linger with the foreign man in one room. The woman decided to leave, before the man woke up from his sleep. With a hasty step, the woman picked up her clothes scattered on the floor.

Arkha's lips lifted up, looking at the departure of the woman he had trapped last night. Arkha deliberately stripped off all of her clothes as well as the woman's clothes. He wanted the woman to assume that they had gone through a long night. Although nothing happened between them, other than just sharing the bed.

Arkha sat up from his sleep, shaking his head while laughing softly given the ingenuity of his brain. He could have thought like that to ensnare the bule woman. Although last night Arkha's heart was pounding irregularly, while stripping the woman's clothes, but she had to be able to hold on for the sake of her plan.

"Instead of holding me accountable, but you chose to run away instead. Truly a unique girl," Arkha smiled as she recalled how the woman's movements had moved out of this hotel room. The woman acted like a thief rather than a victim.

Arkha immediately cleans up. He will attend a meeting at the Elajar Corp company, which is in the country. Although lul

us college, Dareen, Arkha's adoptive father, who is also her brother's in-law, told Arkha to handle the branch company that is here. Because Darren believes in the intelligence that Arkha has.

The clattering of steps sounded earthy, as well as the sound of a photo copy machine or typewriter was heard filling the room passed by Arkha at this time. Arkha stepped foot into the room that was used as a meeting place with the board of directors in this branch office.

Graduating a master's degree at a young age, as well as having a handsome face, L-Men model posture, and a young age, made Arkha Al-Fatih Maerran, an idol in this office. Arkha is commonly known as a cool, deft, innovative, competent, and responsible boss.

Not a few of the female characters who worship Arkha. In fact, many of his business relationships openly asked Arkha to be their son-in-law. Arkha only responded with a smile. Because in his heart there was already a name engraved in it. Although that person had betrayed his feelings, but it was not easy for Arkha to erase them.

"Can we start?" Arkha asked in a cold and flat tone. That's the real Arkha if he's in the office. Cold and firm, is the impression of Arkha in the office. His subordinates were always disinclined to him, even though Arkha was younger than them.