Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 14

Sinful Angel Chapter 14

Almost strayed that is the reaction of Bisma if the balance of his body is not solid. How not, the woman he hired came with an appearance far from expectations. Instead of being as graceful and elegant as his shadow, Tya appeared with a makeup that he thought was too bad. Her makeup was already beautiful, it was just that her lipsticks were too menor, equally pink pigmented like her clothes.

Bhishma withstood the sense of wanting to reproach who wanted to spray with dehman several times even though his throat was not itchy. “Ehm, come in,” his word to Tya who is still sculpting and gagging.

Bisma flicked her hands in front of Tya's face several times, then patted Tya's shoulder because Tya even gawked. “Hei, Tya, why bengong.”

The clap on his shoulders brought back the focus of Tya who was scattered to be torn apart by the charm of the grand duda mas plenary. Admittedly, Bisma is the most charming man she has ever met. A clean aura emanated from that handsome face that carved a fine sideburn along the jaw.

Tya was made amazed when Bisma appeared super neat in an official suit and looked just finished shaving, and, even though when wearing casual clothes like in their first meeting, the client this time is charming in a different level.

“Pak, you are handsome once,” chirps Tya does not cover up the super memorable thing that caught his eye. Scanning for Bisma from head to toe repeatedly.

Bisma almost choked on the air she inhaled as Tya vividly praised him handsomely. Spontaneous coughing. Tya praise has absolutely no element of seducing in it, actually honest praise. But still, the effect on his heated cheeks also increased the intensity of his heartbeat.

“Ehm, better get in fast. It's not good to talk in the doorway. There are a few things to talk about before heading to the Ritz Carlton. Sorry if it seems presumptuous to have to be in the room, this is because what I will discuss includes crucial points, if outside worried someone eavesdropping.” Bisma shifted herself to the side, giving Tya access to the entrance.

“Good, Sir,” said steady.

No need to think long, Tya nodded quickly. He was trained enough to read the body language of men. Which ones are runny noses, which ones are not. This bisma is very clearly emblazoned is a good man, not a bastard, so that out of nowhere Tya came to feel safe when near Bhishma.

Without hesitation, Tya stepped steadily. However, the cheap stilettos he wore made him slip.

"Gurghhh!" Tya shrieked as his body slumped forward almost kissing the marble floor. Luckily a pair of stocky arms swiftly grabbed his waist and pulled him fast.

"Duh, sorry, sir. It's because my shoes are slippery" Tya said frankly.

Bhishma's gaze crept down on Tya's footwear. "Open your shoes" he ordered.

"You mean, you want me to go nyeker to the party?" added Tya did not understand, looking at Bisma questioningly.

"Just open it. Enter immediately" he ordered, closing the door and moving forward.

Obediently, Tya opened her shoes, carrying them into the inner area. The rooms that Bisma rented were so spacious and luxurious. Tya was busy looking around, fumbling on the soft sofa he was sitting on, while Bisma was seen calling by the window right next to the bed, no matter what.

"The atmosphere is so soft. Surely what I think is super expensive," he murmured himself while pressing the surface of the sofa.

Bisma came back. Standing in front of Tya who was sitting, carrying the bathrobe in hand.

"Have the shoes been opened?" ask Bisma.

Tya looked up. "Already, sir," he said as he lifted the two shoes he was carrying.

"After your shoes, now open your clothes."

The sentence of Bisma made Tya aghast. His face was instantly red. And without a cue the shoes in his hands floated in the air.

Seriate.