Possessive CEO

Possessive CEO
Trying to Make Peace


Looks like Dave is daydreaming himself in his room. He was thinking about the business travel offer that his assistant told him this afternoon. If he used to be excited when he heard other companies wanted to work with him, but different from now. Dave wanted nothing, all he wanted right now was his wife and son back into his arms.


Dave turned his head to the side. His gaze was fixed on a frame that was displayed very neatly on the nightstand, where in the frame was a photo of his son and wife


"Where are you two? Papah really misses you both here" said Dave, staring at a picture of my wife and son. Dave rubbed his face rough


"Shhhh.." as he felt pain strike his chest, Dave hurriedly opened the drawer of the nightstand where the picture frame was.


With one hand squeezing his chest that hurt, and with the other hand Dave grabbed the white bottle that always accompanied him when the pain attacked his internal organs


Dave put a pill from the bottle into his mouth, he grabbed a glass of water next to the picture frame. The glass was never empty, even Dave provided a larger supply of water inside.


"Well..." Dave sighed violently after the pain gradually disappeared, but now his heart was beating so fast due to the effects of the pain


"I have to be able to, I have to be able to make peace with myself. If I keep going like this how will they come back, how will my wife forgive me, if I just stay quiet and get sick like this?" Dave kept talking to himself about himself, who was like a man with no power. For two years he spent drinking


"Wait for me baby, I'll make sure we meet again. I promise." with complete confidence Dave promised himself that he would meet again with his beloved wife, Dave looking for the whereabouts of his cell phone


"Hallo Jerr, call my men. We leave tomorrow for Malang on my private jet." Dave told the other guy who was Jerry


"I don't want to be late, so you make sure when I get there you and my people are already there." after saying that Dave turned off the call, and threw his phone over the nightstand.


"Wait for Papah baby, Papah will pick you up soon. It's been two years since we parted, enough Papah to let you live alone without Papah beside you." said Dave Iirih as his hand rubbed a picture of his wife and son


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Jerry shook his head slowly as he no longer heard the voice of his Boss. He already knew that Dave decided on the call unilaterally without saying any words. Jerry glanced at the screen of his phone, and sure enough the call had been disconnected


"Who is Mas?" Jerry looked back when he heard the wife's soft voice


"Darling, please. Who else if the leader Alexander Compeny." answered Jerry approached the wife, he put his phone on the nightstand and hugged the wife from behind


"Had, just fallen asleep after getting tired of playing with Aunty and her Uncle." Sheila replied, she tilted her head slightly and smiled as she looked at the face of her husband who was so very close to her face


"Why?" jerry asked as he saw his wife smiling, Sheila shook her head


"I'm handsome, right?" asked Jerry confidently. Sheila shook her head


"If I'm not handsome how would you like to be with me!" exclaimed Jerry, who even made himself chuckle softly


"Isn't it clear why I want to marry you?"


"Yes I know that, but it's undeniable that you're also fascinated by my good looks right?" seductive Jerry, he briefly peeked Sheila's neck, making his wife jolt because of his pangs


"If I am fascinated by your good looks, I may seduce the young master Alexander" Sheila replied. Jerry was silent at the wife's reply, there was a sense of disbelief as Sheila said that. Where it should have been buried deep over time, but Sheila instead opened it again when she had begun to love his wife


"Ah... It turns out you still remember it." said Jerry, slowly letting go of his arms around his wife's waist


Sheila bit her lips deep. He made a mistake because he was discussing a mass that he should not have discussed when everything was going well.


"Mas, sorry..."


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Seriate...