Marrying the Papa Candidate
Prologues
...After yesterday several times the modification of the skeleton because kepengen join the race. I finally got back to my original frame and didn't enter the race. Enjoy my work Beloved Pasha.... The story is a romantic comedy, so enjoy the words in the chapter... ...
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Six times the sound of the cekrek was heard in tandem with the glare of the flash lamp. Two men photographed half a stocky body full of lipstick.
Two other gloved men grabbed a CD and a woman's bra left in bed to put in sterile plastic.
"You think I'm a victim of mutilation."
The well-dressed man smiled. "So this time you spent the night with a young Boss girl? Then the boss has made progress."
Antoni is the personal assistant of a 33-year-old man who is currently sitting leaning under a five-star hotel-style white blanket. Rega Putra Rain, the Lord's full name.
The handsome blue-eyed CEO owns the second lineage of the Raka Rain pedigree chart; the Indonesian-British crossbreed man.
Rega is the only grandson who has the right to inherit the wealth and sit in the chair of the X-meria company which is quite famous in Asian lands has even spread to parts of Europe from decades ago.
A child is not Rega's target. From the past until now a more mature woman who became her idol, at least two years older than Rega, because the fetish of the handsome man was not the same.
But last night was different. Rega looked ugly with a young girl. 'Sugar Baby' people call it.
Rega slowly looked at the contents of his blanket, he only wore his expensive CD with bright red lipstick stamps scattered on every bend of his body.
From when he fell asleep and from when the lip marks stuck to his body, even his armpits. A question mark filled his heavy head.
"Did the boss enjoy it?"
Antoni's question made Rega frown. Rega's eyes glanced and slightly glued to the assistant who was also speechless.
"Enjoy?"
Rega doesn't remember anything last night. All he remembered was that he went into this room and had a drink with a beautiful girl and then he didn't know anything.
"Where is the boy now?" Yes, child because it is still a big new child. Maybe even school.
"He just left a message. Thanks for making me float, Om." Antoni even played down his voice to look more like a girl.
"Sopper!" Rega cursed ketus. Antoni could have read an embarrassing message from a little boy intended for him.
"Sorry Boss." Antoni.
Rega took the wallet from the top of the nightstand and he realized that the contents had been lost because when he peeped from below that came out and adhered to his face only one coin that did not belong to anyone.
"Since when was there a dime in my expensive wallet?"
Rega massaged his forehead, perhaps thus he could remember events that he somehow did not remember in the least.
"Did I give it to the girl last night?" Rega glanced at Antoni and it seemed that the man had also corroborated his conjecture of assumptions. "Maybe."
"Where are my hands going?" Rega circulates her manic in all directions. None of his expensive things remained.
"My jas. My shoes. Tie my waist. My cellphone. It's not funny that that girl took it, is it?"
"really?" kernai Antoni. He just realized, other than the CD and bra that his men had just found, none of the clothes belonged to the Master. "You're the boss's theft?"
Tanya made Rega's head even more murmured. He didn't remember what happened last night and the next morning he lost a lot of his expensive stuff.
"Find the girl, search for me!"
Antoni lowered his head and went out to check the cctv, honestly Antoni did not see the exit of the hired girl the Master.
Antoni just got the keys from the receptionist ten minutes ago, he doesn't know of course.