Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 23

Ashan –

From behind your gaze, I know that your intentions are quite good. Apart from him who has accommodated and helped you.

I know you are a kind woman who is understanding and caring. One more month of observing you, I can see all your sincere intentions.

But, Ishe ….

The ego and prestige of a man was quite high. Especially if he once occupied the chair of the president of BIN, one of the largest banks in our country. Sitting in the chair of leadership for more than five years. To rule and reign with his authority.

Then, in a position like now, he still did not want to look weak and helpless. It doesn't matter if everyone talks about it. He just didn't want to be a sympathy ingredient, therefore, smearing his wibawa.

Ashan stood up for a while after entering the room, looking at Aishe's back who was standing looking at a picture frame. He hurriedly walked over, closing the small photo that was clearly plastered on his desk.

"Miss Aishe," he called.

"Oh, sorry. Your room looks neat, so I took a look around for a moment and …." Aishe looked at Ashan. "That's you and Mr Diego?" tanyanya.

"Yes. Photos when we were young."

"Sounds you've known him for a long time."

Ashan seems reluctant to talk about his relationship with Diego, and chooses to change the subject.

"So, why come here, miss? As I recall, you're in division 1 right?" Ashan clasped his hands.

"That's, I just want to …."

Ashan let out a long breath while looking down. "Look, Miss." He held his head back, looking at Aishe.

"I know you mean well, but, Miss. He was a man who had once sat in the chair of the president. You know what I mean, don't you?"

Ashan's words seemed to open up a strange feeling that had been bothering him for two days. At the very least, he understood a little of the meaning of Ashan's words.

"Therefore I would like to apologize. My words are beyond the limit. So, can I meet him?"

"Unfortunately not!" Ashan stood up. He walked a few steps towards the wide glass window.

"Miss, I'm just a subordinate. There's no power to tell her to come back home or take you to meet her just like that."

Aishe was bowed at Ashan's reply. Disappointed, also desperate. But he was glad to apologize. What happened was beyond his estimation.

"If there is no problem. You may return, Miss Ishe."

Five days later ….

The moon was shining brighter than the previous nights. But even so, his rays were unable to pierce through the curtains in Aishe's room. Not being able to give the slightest light to illuminate the room.

Aishe himself does not like the lights that light up when sleeping. Therefore, he turned off all the lights in his room.

Amidst the dark conditions of the room, someone quietly opened the door. There were no footsteps that could be heard in the silence of the night. Only the thick aroma of alcoholic beverages spread to the corners of the room. The smell of alcohol is quite concentrated, even able to wake Aishe.

Aishe blinked slowly while rising from her sleeping position. With a slightly faint vision, he tried to pay attention around while sitting on the edge of the bed. But suddenly, someone grabbed her lips.

Brutally, forcing his tongue inside. Putting out the remaining alcohol on his tongue. Aishe tried to rebel, but both of her hands were smothered instantly.

Satisfied, the man gripped Aishe's face, forced her to open her mouth, then poured a bottle of Vodca.

"You're good at rebelling now."

A heavy voice that was quite familiar, was clearly heard in Aishe's ears. His eyes widened, when he realized Diego's sudden presence.

This .. Diego

"Drink! Be a obedient girl!"

Diego still continues to force Aishe to spend half the contents of the Vodca bottle. Until the 750 milli capacity bottle leaves a few drops and throw it away.

Aishe just fell backwards. He is not a good drinker, even just a glass of beer can make him drunk. What about high alcohol Vodca?

His big hands started to drift over the silk pajamas that Aishe was wearing. Tracing the stomach and continue to rise, colonizing the two twin mounds yanv turned out not to use a protector.

"No underwear? Who are you fishing for?" he muttered in Aishe's ear.

"Nothing, Sir. There's no." Aishe's voice began to sound heavy and slightly shrivelled.

His head was dizzy enough, his body was limp can no longer be controlled. His consciousness slowly faded. Aishe was heavily drunk, with only half a bottle of Vodca.

Despite being so drunk that he could not open his eyes, he could still feel Diego's every touch. Any squeezes, sips, even something that makes the sensitive area feel amused.

Aishe's hand suddenly floated, catching Diego's hair that was submerged between her two thighs.

"Emmm .. aaahhhh" A melodious melody escaped his lips. His toes tightened, as Diego buried his head between Aishe's thighs and stiffened his body.

"Sir, don't be there. Ugh. .. eem." He stretched out, raised his chest and looked up.

Satisfied, Diego was prepared with a long barrel gun that stiffened. Breaking through Aishe's defensive gate which he had wetted.

There was no passionate gentle warm-up like before. Tonight, Diego was like a brutal man who mercilessly shot his weapon straight through the gates of nirvana.

"Aahh .. umgh,Lord …." Aishe's sigh escaped uncontrollably, under the influence of intoxicating alcohol.

Diego pushed his hips hard, like no matter how comfortable or not. All he thought about was the contented way to channel his desires.

"Call me 'honey'! On the bed, you can only call that!" diego protested in action.

"Sa-the …."

A gentle call with his helpless facial expression managed to make Diego suddenly stop the movement. His two corners lifted up, leaving a satisfied look on his face.

Diego draws both of Aishe's hands, putting him in the woman on top position.

The influence of alcohol does make his head dizzy, even open his eyes he can not afford. However, the sudden heat surge in Diego's embroidery, made him move following instinct.

Aishe moved her hips up and down gently, giving Diego an incredible sensation.

"Arm .. Ishe." Diego brushes Aishe's thick, dense chest, while his other hand drifts, goes through the nape, and finally grips the hair.

"Uggh, dear .. aahhhh ...."

Aishe accelerated the movement. Relying on the knee as a pedestal and driving his hips wildly, to make the man under it stretch.

"Oh .. yes, Baby! Ahhh." Diego groaned, clutching Aishe's body while firmly grasping her hair. Spitting warm white magma inside the kenikmataan gate. Along with that, Aishe also stretched.

"Umm .. aahh .. I reached the climax, dear." Aishe buried her head in Diego's field chest while squeezing firmly on his shoulder.

I want to satisfy you, but again I am satisfied by you. Oh, ****.

"You're working hard tonight, Ishe." Diego stroked Aishe's hair sleeping in her deck.

"Diego, what if I ..." murmured Aishe softly amidst his unconsciousness.

...☆TBC☆...

Hayooo ...

Diego really paralyzed or sick?

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