My Hottest Man's
Chapters 4. Anonymous Contagious

A hasty footstep accompanied by a final boarding announcement echoed in Lisbon airport.

“Please attention. This is the last boarding call for passengers on Ryanair Flight 907 to Terceira boarding at gate 2. Thank you.”

Raymundo's long legs in deep black leather jackets and matching glasses began to run small while looking at the mentioned gate. He is currently in Lisbon to take care of some of the company's internal matters. He has ever submitted a resignation. His boss didn't want him to leave, so refusing a resignation even put him directly in the most ideal position in the company, Chief Technology Officer. These few days he found himself working day and night to start importing raw materials. He also received half the treasure given to him and he had not touched it. Now he will return home, he will take office from home and at any time go to the company. There are no direct flights. The island is part of the Azores archipelago, the outermost island. So, it will transit on Terceira Island before changing planes to Santa Cruz das Flores.

Airport officials are preparing to welcome.

“Good morning, Sir. Your identity, please,” pinta one of the officers.

Raymundo Alvaro thrusts identity while mobile phone in coat pocket vibrates.

“You came quite late.”

“Ya, the road is jammed by noon.”

“You were right, plus traffic accident this morning.”

The phone in the coat pocket keeps vibrating. The officers looked at each other.

“This looks like a very important call,” Raymundo told airport officials.

“You can call along the corridor to the plane.”

“No, Sir. It may be urgent. I need to answer the call now.”

“But, Mr. ..., you have to get on a plane now!”

Ignoring the airport attendant who then spoke on handie talk radio, he picked up his phone and slightly moved away.

“Romeo?!” greet someone.

“Yes, Black Mask?! This is better important.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Owl, they are target right now! The rats are sniffing the nest.”

Stunned instantly.

“Please attention. This is the last boarding call for passengers on behalf of Mr. Raymundo Alvaro and Ms. Bellova Driely Damier, bookers of flight 907 to Terciera. Please go to Gate 2 now. The final inspection will be completed soon and the door of the plane will be closed in about fifteen minutes. Thank you.”

Raymundo breathed a sudden air of stuffy air. Airport officer approached him.

“Mr Raymundo Alvaro? You must get on the plane! Where is your lover?” ask the airport attendant once again when he sees Raymundo only speechless with the phone still attached to the ear. Visible shock.

“BM, wait for me!” Lower the phone then stare straight at the airport attendant. “Love?” Raymundo asked in wonder.

“What we mean Miss Damier. You and him occupy the seat side by side?”

Which princess Damier was this once? Raymundo realized one thing, Miss Damier. Answering the question in the mind, from the front of the young woman who hit Hellena a week ago hastily pulled a suitcase while occasionally looking back. A man is seen chasing but is instantly at the airport security hold. Is that Oskan Devano?

“BELLOVA?!” The desperate man called out loudly to Bellova's name while the officers tried to hold back.

“BM, is your information valid?” Raymundo raised his phone again, stroking his forehead by a suddenly branched mind.

“3000 percent valid.”

“Mr Raymundo, you must hurry.”Officer reprimands.

“Please attention. This is the last boarding call for passengers on behalf of Mr. Raymundo Alvaro and Ms. Bellova Driely Damier, bookers of flight 907 to Terciera. Please go to Gate 2 now. The final inspection will be completed soon and the door of the plane will be closed in about fifteen minutes. Thank you.”

Repeated call. The man talks to airport security, tries to convince security and escapes, chasing the woman, Bellova Driely Damier.

"Driely Bellova?!"

Being pursued increasingly towards ....

Raymundo is fixated when Bellova Driely Damier, take off the suitcase in hand, comes to him.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Alvaro. Magically you're here, it can't be just a coincidence."

A few words filled two sentences, after which Miss Damier held the end of the jacket and a little tiptoed. Bellova glued cold palms to cupped her cheeks and eyeballs searching inside her eyes. Raymundo saw the savage look some time ago turned full of anxiety, fear and panic. Apart from that, he was bewitched when Bellova Driely boldly pulled him over.

Raymundo was very surprised, but too paralyzed. He suddenly went numb. Is this woman less sane? Seconds passed he became dizzy by a passionate kiss on her. His eyes flashed a few seconds later.

“You're not sane, Miss Damier!” Raymundo accused the panting woman in front of him of being sharp. Instead of replying, Bellova even more courageous. Pairs of eyes watching them now.

Bellova Driely would lose balance when Raymond tried to dodge, but the woman's hands had moved around her neck. Possessively make him sink stronger on the sensational kiss of one party as if demanding him to retaliate.

Isn't the boss' woman like this woman? Slightly aggressive. He complained and pushed Bellova away from him.

“My name is Bellova Driely Damier, I will pay you some money, please save me this time.”

“Do I look like I need money?” Raymundo grabbed Bellova again and clutched Bellova's waist firmly before she could get away. Bellova clung to him and somewhat grimaced.

“I don't know, you ..., just ..., you look possible for me to touch.”

“You can find a man who can be carelessly touched in the night club, Miss.”

“I beg you, forgive me! Just save me from the crazy guy who's after me."

"Is he Oskan Devano?"

For some reason women sometimes choose to continue using their father's name instead of the husband's name. Bellova probably did.

"My jaw! Is that man, Oskan Devano?"

"You can ask your cheap brother for a picture to see Oskan's face."

"Are you not a cheap woman? Got a lover and kissed a stranger at the airport? Just because my sister's cheap, doesn't mean I'm receiving the same treatment, Miss Damier."

"It's urgent. Can't you see, I'm in trouble. I'll do whatever you ask. He's approaching, my God. Can you help me one more time? I really need help.”

Raymundo stared at Bellova sharply, "What's all?"

"Yes, anything," Bellova nodded, more busy watching the man who was drawn to her.

"What is it?!"

"For God's sake, Anything!" The woman is getting more agitated.

"Bellova, we need to talk!" The man grabbed Bellova's hand, pulling violently. Raymundo held the other Bellova's hand and pulled the woman to him.

"No! Please move!"

"Who are you? One night's boyfriend?" the angry man pushed Raymundo away. Raymundo looked around, making a sudden movement when swinging his right elbow right to make the man unprepared to receive a counterattack before him immediately tumble backwards. Twisting his neck slightly, he approached the man and once this left a hard header use the forehead until the man's nose was bleeding.

Bellova smothering mouth. Observing Raymundo Alvaro, distrusting at the man's practical attitude. Seem like to scream, must be with violence? But unable to speak. Raymundo is like a messenger of one of a flock of men who are very easy to use force.

"So far from him! If I see you again wandering nearby, I'll separate your waist and hips. Rest assured there won't be a single doctor in the world who can put your bones back together!" raymundo said full of warnings and then called security. The man whose lips were smashed was herded away. Bellova breathed a sigh of relief when the man was not seen again and then suddenly suffocated to notice Raymundo Alvaro's intense highlight.

"What is it?!" Raymundo whispered to Bellova, waiting for a reward.

"What is it?!" Bellova parroted, aware of the carelessness but could not possibly fix. Desperation is sometimes dangerous.

"Does that mean, the land in Miradoura?" ask Raymundo. "That's the only thing I want from you."

"I didn't sell the land. I'll give you money!"

"I have a lot of money, Miss Damier, even I can buy you!"

"What?!"

"Land in Miradoura" repeated Raymundo Alvaro, "or like most stories ..., sleep with me? It sounds pretty decent in return," he added until Bellova Driely gawked. The woman's eyes were immediately dazed.

"Bus ... Ms. .. that's it. I don't mean it."

"I don't care what you mean. It's about two words from you, ANYTHING!"

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