My Rich Husband's
The Part 33
The next day, Diora was confused as to what to do. Because he does not have the spirit to carry out activities as usual. He was confused about how to change cars and clothes that only the sultan could buy. Until he forgot the incident at the hotel yesterday that made him broke the local heart.
Even today he was still wearing his nightgown, sitting leaning against the bed with disheveled hair. Surfing with his mobile phone looking for ways to get a lot of money instantly.
“Even I sell myself for three days just won't be able to get that much money,” his sigh after reading how much disposable comfort women earn.
“Or I became a sugar baby only huh?” ask him with himself. Then look for job desc and income as an om-om mistress. And other related information.
“Ih .. I don't want to be run over by my sugar daddy's wife later.” Diora shuddered in horror after seeing a video on youtube where an aged woman had a fight with a young woman.
“Yes Lord .. please help your servant to get out of this very difficult problem .. Whatever way you help me to get out of this problem, I will definitely accept it, he said, although by marrying a rich young master like in a novel,” his prayers solemnly, tightening his hands to hold each other and put it in front of his mouth and his eyes closed illustrating his earnestness.
The bell that Diora set as a marker for a guest came to read, when Diora was still reciting the same series of prayers many times. Made him run straight to the ground floor.
“Sia ...,” said Diora stopped when she saw who the guests who came to her residence so early. “Tuan ... It has not been three days why have you been looking for me?” he asked with a confused face.
“Didn't you let me in?” davis asked, but he had already stretched his foot inside followed by his loyal followers.
“You're in,” chirped Diora with an annoyed face. It turned out that the arrogant man also had no manners.
“You also didn't let me sit down,” Davis said, shaking his head and clucking at Diora who didn't treat herself as a guest well.
“You're too long,” ketus Davis pushed Diora's head that she can still reach.
“Sorry,” ketus Diora did not sincerely say it. “Can't if you're not rude to women,” exclaimed with an annoyed face.
“I'm not rude,” elak Davis does not feel himself to be rude with Diora, because rough according to him is when he hit someone. “I only hold your jidat with my index finger.” He pointed to Diora.
“Ya .. yes ... young master is always right,” sneer Diora. He's been reading a lot of novels about arrogant CEOs like Davis who feel only he's right. “Maha right young master with all his arrogance,” he added.
“Not bad praise you give,” said Davis proudly praised. He crossed his legs as if he was the owner of the two-story shop. In fact he sat on a single sofa that was most different from the other sofas because the sofa was specific to Diora.
Diora snorted bitterly for the umpteenth time, fortunately her stock of patience was abundant. If not, maybe at this time he just stayed the name.
“What's the master here?” Diora asked while tying the origin of her long hair. Making her white and smooth tiered neck emblazoned for real.
Glacier ...
Davis swallowed his saliva violently, seeing something that made him instantly feel hot wanting to take off all his clothes.
“Didn't you give me water? I'm so hot here,” Davis chirped with a flick of his hand to fan his hot face because of the desire generated from his wild mind.