MY BOSSES
my Ending is my Wedding

Abama's vicious car scoured in a loud voice, weeping through the streets in the early hours of the morning. A quiet street, just a few passing traffic users. Throwing the exhaust, as if to tell the whole world that an Abama Patrio Walch is now controlling the streets.

The car driven by a hot billionaire man stopped at a small house that was quite simple. Small in Abama's view. In reality, the house can be classified as large and luxurious. Although not as luxurious as Abama's Mansion. Go in without knocking on the door. Remember once again, it's all in the man's hands.

Like a house, Abama went into the room where Alexandra was lying down to sleep. Remove the white shirt and walk towards the bathroom. He flushed all over his body with cold water.

The gurgling water was unable to awaken Alexandra's deep sleep. He was too tired, and just shut down a few hours ago. Think about what life he is living. His father, George Lonen, is still alive. He is suffering torture. He himself, lives in the hands of an evil man. As helpless, it can be concluded that the Lonen family is experiencing a torture.

It does not take much time, for Abama to complete her bathing ritual. Walk slowly, with the hair droplets still wet. The flow of water flowing slowly in the stomach is patterned checkered. Abama smiled slightly looking at Alexandra. She looks so much sweeter when she sleeps. The clothes Alexandra wore also tempted the faith of an Abama.

Where Alexandra only wears a big shirt with conditions without an interior. The blanket she was wearing was revealed. Making a sweet apem cake was plastered in the eyes of Abama. Approaching, Abama lowered her head to look at Alexandra's face.

"Alexandra's." Bisik Abama raspy wet. The trunk has stiffened, it is impossible to go up and tancap. It must be in Alexandra's condition to wake up and do together.

Alexandra's forehead shriveled. He seemed distracted, just for a moment. Next turned around and hugged the bolster. The fruit is now sandwiched between the rolls.

Abama touched the apem cake, and pinched it hard. To the point of making Alexandra's eyes instantly glare and wake up. Sit with his surprised look. Plus the arrival of Abama who was naked.

"Dry my hair." Authoritarian orders.

"Where did you get in?" Alexandra's stupid question, which made Abama laugh.

"Remember Miss. Everything you have, is mine."

Alexandra nodded, which she said was correct. That Alexandra is the one who has nothing here.

Rise up, Alexandra washes her face first with water. Taking a hair dryer to dry Abama's hair. Don't forget, too, bring the man a shirt the biggest size he's got.

"Wear it." Tell Alexandra, and start drying Abama's hair.

"A mini-shirt like this you're handing over for me to wear?" Decih. Looking up, Alexandra looked seriously at the hair drying Abama. His face still looked sleepy, but was forced to get up.

"It's the biggest size. Or do I wash your shirt first?"

Abama was silent, not answering. His eyes were already focused on the papaya fruit that was so real in front of him. The fruit is not protected by anything. Just left hanging.

Abama's burly hand reached for Alexandra's breast. Even the master was surprised. "Try you dry yourself." He was far away, and wanted to escape.

Alexandra was afraid, if only her voice would wake Varel up.

Abama grab Alexandra's hand. Holding her on her thighs and hugging Alexandra's slender little body. I smell a lot of Alexandra's body.

"The next day we're going to Albarracin."

"My dad's there?" Ask Alexandra.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Abama. You promised you'd help me save my father."

"But Alexandra. The pay will be very expensive."

Alexandra turned body. Now his position is out on Abama's thigh. Staring at Abama with a sad look.

"I knew. Not from the beginning. I've given you Abama my whole body?" Alexandra asked calmly. The harsh reality has become the garden of Alexandra's life.

"But you're sure your body will always be beautiful like this? Do you think your body is the most beautiful?"

Alexandra shakes. "At least, I've been trying. My father should be here. Varel still needs Dad."

"Then with yourself?"

Alexandra smiled wryly. "Dad doesn't like me that much, Abama. It's not a problem."

Abama looked at Alexandra. It was so beautiful Alexandra's eyes. A little cat that has started to grow. Has Alexandra reached her most resigned point yet? That nice. With that Abama easily played with him.

Abama lifts Alexandra up, she pulls out Alexandra's big t-shirt. And put the stem in Alexandra's apem. Little sigh Alexandra received Abama's sudden treatment. Without any preparation. A little bit of pain, and then Abama shook Alexandra's thigh. Creates slime as lubricant.

"Where do you know that George doesn't like you?"

"The way it's done with me and Varel is different."

"Because you're stubborn." Alexandra's forehead wrinkled.

"I'm not stubborn. I'm a submissive girl."

"Defend yourself, huh?" Abama asked withholding her laughter. Alexandra turned her face away. Yes, he is quite stubborn.

Because for him George's orders were too restrictive of the freedom he should have had.

"Your face is flushed. You've realized something? That your head is so hard Alexandra."

"And end up being a whore?" Ask Abama. Raise his eyebrows up.

"You are the brash! I asked for help but the offer was so crazy." Alexandra replied upset.

"Want to regret?"

"This is the regret I regret most in my life Abama!"

Abama stood up and took off Alexandra's big shirt. Slam his body on the bed.

"Let's just enjoy your remorse, Alexandra. Because you're the one who lost. I'm not."

"ABAMA YOU'RE BAJING4N!!"

"Dear, I'm babing4n."

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Morning blind Alexandra wakes up. His whole body was crushed with pain in the hip. His back was about to crumble, if only yesterday he hadn't fainted. Fucking abama! Play with him without satisfaction. Already playing with his wife, still looking for a hole in another house.

How wicked Alexandra is. Destroying someone else's hand. Just the lure of wealth and freedom. Urgent conditions, without knowing which common sense to give. Human disease, hurry.

Alexandra shakes Abama's body, telling the man to leave his house before Varel wakes up for school. Know that Varel loved to wake up at dawn, to set his heart before the Lord Jesus. Alexandra admitted that Varel was well educated, that he would be a man of obedience and always believed in God's way of righteousness. Not like he fell into a pit of misery. Choice leads Alexandra to her own bad destiny.

"Wake, Abama. Varel will be up soon." Alexandra's whisper, patting Abama's cheek.

Abama squirms with a sleepy face. Pulling Alexandra's body into her warm embrace.

"There's a condition of Alexandra."

"When I freed George Lonen from Thelio's mess." Abama.

Alexandra looked up, looking at Abama. "What."

"With you stay forever in a place I have prepared. Without Varel and George. Your life, it's all mine."

Alexandra takes Abama's arms off. Glared with shock. "You want to keep me separated from my own family Abama? You want me to be a kara?"

"There's me. Forever whatever your problem is there's only me where the solution is."

"You're obsessed. You're crazy!" Call Alexandra, upset and about to get out.

Abama drew Alexandra's hand, and hugged her tightly. "You want to know who Thelio is? She is the ex-husband of Varelio's mother. The woman Thelio loved very much. Even Thelio dared to give up his entire soul just for that woman."

"I saved George Lonen, Thelio's greatest enemy. My dead life and the company of FeYier Group are in my hands. Mess with him, then whoever it is will be destroyed."

"It's very difficult Alexandra. Your request is very difficult. But I'm trying to grant it. Only foryou. Then be fine with me, and start all this well."

Alexandra was made. Abama has managed to control all sides of Alexandra's life.

"When are we going to Albarracin?"

"Fusa."

"For what? Is it to save my father, Abama?"

"No. My goal there is to take a walk with you. Your behavior there determines what fate your father and sister Alexandra will experience." Abama kiss cheeks Alexandra intimate.

Alexandra nodded, feeling heavy on the chest as she was about to exhale. There was no longer any hope for him to be freed from the shackles of Abama. There was no gap for him to run.

In the name of Varelio Lonen and George Lonen, Alexandra dared to step over fate for the sake of her bad choice.

"You go home to Abama."

"I'll be here, during our departure to Albarracin."

"Please... There's Varel." Here." Please Alexandra to cry.

Abama grab Alexandra's jaw. Kiss it deep with occasional salivary swaps. He lutes Alexandra's entire face. Gorgeous blush, pure white in the morning. The woman's skin was soft, making Abama couldn't bear to not kiss her.

"Urusan Varel let me explain. Isn't one more round enough, baby?" Abama asked, and invited Alexandra into the bathroom.

Clean it up and make it dirty again. Hot water when cold air greets. When the sun was about to shine on the earth, Abama was warm in the arms of Alexandra's sun.

"Alexandra, let go of your regrets. What we do on the basis of mutualism."

"Yes Abama. Mutualism over the appropriation of my life. I don't regret even having to die now. But, this sin that I've been cultivating, whether since when has it become a normal thing for my life."

SERIATE......