Your Cold CEO belongs to me

For Jamilah

Stella smiled mockingly, now she knew the weakness of the spicy-mouthed man next to her. Getting to know Jonathan since school, made Stella very familiar with the character of the man. But the name is already like, Jonathan annoying like anything, Stella increasingly challenged want to conquer it.

"Not what Papa refused yesterday, did Jo?"

"Not, Pa hehehee ...." Jonathan forced his laughter.

"It's good that you can be trusted to manage assets, Jo. Do not let the effort that Papa woke up since the two of you were not born, crushed in your hands," said Papa while casually chewing.

"Don't worry, Jonathan is now reliable, right, Jo?" alex timpal.

The questions and statements of Papa and his older brother, made Jonathan increasingly choked. It felt like there was a large piece of stone on his back, so his body became heavy just to move.

Jonathan glanced at the woman who had become the culprit, sitting beside him looking at him guiltlessly. His best friend and big enemy when in school first, grinning and pursing lips give a distant kiss to Jonathan.

After eating, Jonathan will immediately take Jamilah to the place he promised before coming to his house. Yet again Stella continued to follow them from behind.

"Ikuuutt" whined Stella. He's gonna open the front door.

"So!" Jonathan swiftly blocks Stella with his body every girl wants to open the car door.

"Let Mba Stella come, sir," said Jamilah.

"Well, same thing can happen."

"So!" Jonathan insists on not allowing Stella into his car. Jonathan knew a woman like Stella who, if given one chance, would charge more.

"Mila." Stella started using Jamilah as her weapon.

"Mr ...." Watch Jonathan with a pleading gaze.

"Son, Milah. La, you don't have to come. This has nothing to do with you, your business is the same as mine in the office. Point!" jonathan said firmly.

Jonathan opens the car door for Jamilah, and tells the girl to hurry in before Stella grabs her seat. Jonathan quickly runs his car leaving the rampaging Stella behind.

"Pity Mba Stella," said Jamilah as he peeked from the rearview mirror.

"Let's go" said Jonathan cuek.

"Where are we going, why can't Mba Stella come?"

Jonathan takes Jamilah to a fairly famous apartment building close to his workplace.

"Who are we meeting?" ask Jamilah when they are in the elevator that will take them to the seventh floor. Jonathan did not reply, he only smiled a little.

Jonathan stopped right in front of apartment room number 717, then he turned to face Jamilah and gave the key card he had stored in his pants pocket.

"Open up" Jonathan said. Jamilah was still speechless staring at the card in Jonathan's hand, "Come on, open the door, Milah." Jamilah.

Jonathan relented, and he opened the door to the apartment he had rented for two years for Jamilah.

"Lake in." Jonathan drew Jamilah's hand that was pecking at the door, "While you stay here ya." Jamilah back to shake.

"Why don't you want to?"

"Too big." Watch him look around.

"It's not big, Milah. There are only two rooms, the size is also small 3x3. Bathroom, kitchen, same living and living room as one." Jonathan opened one by one the doors of the room to convince Jamilah.

"Sorry while I can just rent this cheap apartment, but the important thing here is that you are safe. The facilities are also complete, you do not need to buy furniture again. Near the same restaurant where you work, walking can also."

"It's big, it's definitely expensive. I have savings, plans to rent a flat house."

"Can't. If the house is stacking, you live alone is not safe. I don't want to. Just a minute here, it might not be two years." Jonathan kept trying to convince Jamilah.

"Two years? finish that?"

"I tried before two years, you've moved into our house."

"Our house?"

"Even though I am the son of a housekeeper, I still have to spend money to buy a house. Doain yes." Jamilah still looked at Jonathan puzzled, "My target before two years, you should already officially be my wife." Jonathan drew him closer.

"Wife??" If you're surprised, how could they have just had a relationship yesterday, now they're talking about marriage, "Sir Jo wants to marry me?"

Jonathan did not reply, his attention distracted by the incoming messages on his phone. Instantly his face turned pale.

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