Seducing Miss Introvert
PERCEPTIONS

He heard his mother calling many times. But still not Kiandra.

I shouldn't have gone home.  Sorry in the heart.

Kiandra hastily started the car engine, then stepped on the powerful gas pedal.

Just for a second, though, BMW M5 car tanzanite blue metallic color was speeding through a long paved road that divides the courtyard of the Marthadinata family home that has a lake and a garden of white roses complete with a greenhouse in the middle of the looming.

"Damn!" Kiandra hit the steering wheel many times, when the car entered the highway.

"I bought flowers for my mother because I wanted to apologize. But why am I even talking about unimportant things and long gone?" Kiandra doesn't understand. "Even I said rudely and left without saying goodbye to mother." He rubbed his face, then breathed.

Daddy could kill me if he found out you were crying because of me. Kiandra gloomily remembers her mother's tear-filled look, but still tries to explain and does not blame her different point of view.

You're a bad boy, Kian. He fooled himself. Is it hard to shut up and nod? Let's get it over with! he warned himself.

The clock in the car shows twelve o'clock in the morning. The atmosphere of the highway is quiet and there are only a few vehicles still operating.

"It's all because of those rubbish rumors!" Kiandra's getting sick of it. "Why don't you have a partner? What after having a partner and then all being happy end? it's ridiculous!" He was angry alone in the car while driving. "What to have a pair just for s3x and breed. Animals can do that too, dogs!" If in a state of emotion and alone, the childish side of Kiandra will appear and show the true nature of the Chief Executive Officer of the giant Marthadinata-Sanjaya Groub who is famous for being calm and very charismatic.

"Asexual, Gay, Impotent!"

His father's meaning is still looming.

"I can't believe my best friend is gay."

The words Alexa with hyperbole style also cross the mind.

"Impotent knows what it's about flirting and being teased."

Guyonan Ethan some time ago increased the tension of Kiandra.

"Think I haven't been offended at being gay and impotent?" she nags. "I'm just not like you guys who are cheap by letting just any woman touch." Kiandra remembered her friends who like to check in with different women.

"You are as beautiful or as attractive as anything, the name is used. What else do people wear." Kiandra rubbed her hair with her forehead that had been wrinkled.

Kiandra's standard on all things is indeed high. No exception for women.

When all his friends are eroded by the negative flow of millennials with courtship is the same as freely doing relationships like husband and wife. He kept the standard, unwilling to follow.

Even Kiandra was very angry, to flush water on the face of the comfort woman and scold her all out. Because presumptuously, the woman dared to care for her upper thighs. Therefore, if you come to the Club, no comfort woman will dare to approach Kiandra again.

Don't ask how many women have expressed love since she was in a white-red uniform.

That did not include those who admired Kiandra secretly. Sending letters, flowers, chocolates, and other items always filled the locker belonging to the cold-faced man, without him himself knowing who sent.

But of course, who doesn't fall in love with her beautiful face.

Thin lips, pointed nose, model-like posture, and of all that the most special of a Kiandra Mahika Marthadinata is, a pair of bright brown eyes capable of bewitching anyone who looks.

Eye color is unique like westerners, but eastern face with wide eyes typical of southeast asia.

Completing the perfection of Kiandra, he was born as a son of a conglomerate family whose wealth is included in the list of the hundred richest people in the world.

Handsome and rich. Two things are in the dream and in the search of all people in this mortal world. But Kiandra has it, without the need to bother.

No one is truly perfect in this world.

Either the human being who is not good at being grateful, or indeed the perfect size of each person is different.

Kiandra squinted at the middle rearview mirror. Within a few meters of the rear, a CBR 250RR bravery red black motor was seen following.

Her bad mood peaked. At a corner, suddenly Kiandra stopped the car, then went out and slammed the door.

"Hor auf, mir nachzulaufen!" (Stop following me!) the man snapped as soon as he got in front of Victoria.

From the beginning Kiandra disagreed about female bodyguards. He was uncomfortable and felt uncomfortable a woman following like a stalker .

His self-esteem is also disturbed, because men are supposed to protect women. Even in the name of emancipation, such a thing does not happen now,

"Chief..." Victoria, who has been sworn to guard and protect Kiandra wherever and whenever she wishes, said.

"Ghen!" (Go!) cut the Kiandra before the woman in a leather jacket with long hair in the high pigtail finished her sentence.

"Generic, Chief." (No, Chief) Unlike usual, this time Victoria refused firmly. "Ich kann dich nicht allein lassen. Meine pflicht, dich zu beschutzen." (I can't leave you alone. My job is to protect you.)

Kiandra's face was red.

The Munich-German-born bodyguard was indeed under the direct orders of Kiandra's father. He was unable to fire or give orders outside Victoria's agreement with her father.

Suddenly unexpectedly, Kiandra had unplugged the ignition of the black sports bike with Victoria's red list, then threw the small important object into the darkness of the night.

Victoria's eyes were instantly rounded. Didn't expect the Chief to do this kind of childish thing.

"Comm, weider's mange mir, verdammth!" (Come, follow me again, damn it!) ejek Kiandra then turned towards the car.

Victoria is running on a motorcycle that is now without a contact key. He was more confused, when Kiandra's car began to walk leaving himself on the edge of a dark highway.

"Know her taste." Kiandra looked at Victoria from the rearview mirror featuring the figure of the Indonesian-German crossbreed woman was bending down through the bush on the side of the road looking for her lost motor contact.

Victoria is innocent. She was only a victim of Kiandra's annoyance, because the woman had dared to refuse her orders.

Kiandra stepped on the gas even deeper, when she saw another biker passing by and seemed to be helping Victoria.

Of course not really 'help', because it is very prone to a woman being on a lonely road early in the morning like this. What else with a pretty face, as well as tight clothes like Victoria.

But Kiandra was a fool. "Hard them if they dare to mess around."

Sure enough, there was no long heard the pain of a man whose hand was twisted by Victoria.

"Bastard!" Victoria hit the face of the rider who pretended to help, in fact even intended to harass him.

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Kiandra has been circling the streets of the capital for almost an hour with a mind drifting.

If you think I've never been close to a pardoned woman except for Mom and Alexa. He pondered.

After a few hours of touring, Kiandra's emotions subsided on her own.

Maybe if I had dated once, there would be no gay or impotent gossip. He began to think coldly, that there could be no smoke without fire.

Kiandra breathed a few times. His anger is completely gone. The watch on the hand was shown almost at two in the morning.

"I'd better go home and sleep." He decided.

Just now Kiandra thought so, suddenly her eyes were rounded to see a woman in pajamas with keroppies standing on the edge of an overpass.

Kiandra's mouth. His eyes did not blink to make sure that the woman was someone he knew.

"Anna?" Kiandra wasn't sure.

The neighborhood was quiet by night. But Kiandra made sure it was the target, the thief, and the florist.

The woman, who was only in one day, had Kiandra met three times and in a complicated accident.