The Asmara Jugar the Mafia
Behind the Bianca Blazer

“Oh course. There is no reason for me not to introduce the two of you,”, Pierre said, turning to Delphine. “He is Bianca Alegra. My business partner and acquaintance in Monaco.” Pierre then turned his gaze to Bianca who was still standing gracefully not far from him. “Nona Alegra, introduce my best friend since childhood ... Delphine Varane.”

Bianca stared fixedly at the beautiful woman who was still standing, while holding the car door that was already open. Adriano's former business colleague seemed to squint his eyes. “Delphine Varane? You're that famous chef?” bianca asked reassuringly that she had not mistaken.

“Gosh. Am I very famous?” Delphine smiled clumsyly.

“My mom always watches the shows you bring on television. He also tried various recipes that you often share. My mother always wanted to meet you,” Bianca said with a very different look from what Pierre used to see. At that time, Bianca seemed so friendly with her smile that was not made up at all.

“Oh, it would definitely be great if we could meet in person. Give my regards to your mother,” Delphine replied in response to Bianca's words.

“Sure. I'll definitely tell you. He wouldn't have thought about this. Ah, wait a minute.” Bianca reached into the phone from inside the bag. He then handed the object to Pierre. “Please photograph both of us,” the question without further ado first. The two beautiful women immediately stood in positions side by side. They pose the best of each.

While Pierre was inexhaustible, just obey the will of the two women. He took several photos with different poses. A little while later, Delphine said goodbye from there, and left Pierre alone with Bianca who was engrossed in playing a mobile phone. Apparently Bianca sent the photos just now to her mother. Meanwhile, Pierre was still standing next to the beautiful woman earlier. She waited for a while for Bianca to put her phone back in her bag.

“I want to meet with mr. D’aurville,” said Bianca later while glancing at the man next to her.

“My father is resting. If you want, just come again tomorrow,” advice Pierre calm down.

“Cannot,” reject Bianca immediately. “Tomorrow I will return to Monaco. This is my last day in France,” he said later.

“Oh, so?” Pierre looked mangosteen. “If it is urgent, then you can tell me. After all, it was me who took over temporarily the responsibilities of the company during my father's illness. So, there's no harm in you explaining what it means to come here.” Pierre turned to Bianca who again put on a hostile look. Cheerful and warm face when with Delphine earlier, the woman did not show in front of him.

“I'm not sure if you understand what I'm going to say, considering you've been working as an aide for too long,” said Bianca half-sniffed.

“Return everything to you. You made the choice. After all, I have nothing to lose if you don't want to talk about it with me,” Pierre replied casually as he turned around and left Bianca who remained unmoved in her place for a while.

“Wait!” bianca exclaimed as Pierre was on the doorstep of her father's mansion. The beautiful woman hurriedly caught up with Pierre and stood nearby. “I asked for ten minutes,” he said with his chin raised. Bianca seemed to maintain her arrogance in front of Pierre.

“Mari, Miss Alegra.” Pierre moved his hand slowly as a gesture for Bianca to follow in his footsteps. He smiled wryly, then walked gallantly in front. After passing through a long corridor, Pierre stopped at a large golden-carved door. He turned his handle which was also made of gold, then opened it wide for Bianca.

“Please enter.” Pierre reached out politely.

Still with his arrogant demeanor, Bianca nodded and passed Pierre just like that. He then sat on the luxurious sofa in such a graceful style. “I want to collect your father's promise,” said Bianca ketus.

“What promise?” Pierre knitted his eyebrows while folding both hands on his chest. His position still stood in front of Bianca.

“Mr Alexander promised that he would continue to support my business in lieu of his late father. So, now I'm asking him to save my company. In the last three days, my company's shares have plunged free. I want Mr. Alexander to do something,” explains Bianca.

Pierre did not respond immediately. He even watched Bianca from head to toe. “Don't you realize what you said just now, Miss Alegra?” tanyanya. Pierre's tone sounded cold and flat.

“What is wrong? Ask Mr. Alexander. I'm sure, he still remembers his promise,” said Bianca ketus.

“You came here and asked my father for something unreasonable. All of that just based on a promise he had said in the past?” Pierre chuckled, then shook his head slowly.

“Indeed like that reality!” bianca sternly stood up and acted as if she was about to challenge Pierre.

“Are you this desperate, Bianca? To the extent that you were thinking of charging an unwritten promise from my father,” sis Pierre.

“Jaga speaks, Pierre! A-i ...” Bianca stuttered. He could not continue the next word.

“This is the business world, Miss Alegra. Everything must be clear and stated in the black covenant on white. If you speak only from your memory, the whole world will laugh at you. As a businessman, of course you must understand that we do not spend money just like that without getting multiple benefits. Which business person is willing to throw his money free without getting any profit?” Pierre.

“If you want help from D'Aurville, then you have to give reciprocity worth.” Pierre grinned, revealing his neatly lined white teeth. He was very satisfied when he saw Bianca's look that immediately turned deathly pale.

"I'd better go home" said Bianca as she moved to the door.

"Do you want me to take you?" tawar Pierre's.

"No need. I can take a taxi" Bianca refused. He intended to pass from in front of Pierre. Bianca opened the door and rushed out from there. The sound of footsteps from the right of his shoes sounded so rhythmic.

Pierre, who was originally just standing, immediately set foot. He rushed after Bianca. Fortunately, the distance of the woman was not too far. With a quick movement, Pierre grabbed the woman's wrist. Bianca turned to him immediately. However, he had not had time to protest, Pierre had already pushed back his synthetic body to lean on the wall.

"Don't fuck around, Pierre," prevent Bianca slowly. It is reflected back in his memory of the night at the party hosted by Juan Pablo, when Pierre kissed him without permission. It is not impossible that it will be repeated again, if you see the strange look and appearance shown by the green-eyed man.

"Stay away from me, Pierre!" reject Bianca as the man gets closer to her. Pierre continued forward until his chest came into direct contact with Bianca's chest, which puffed up beautifully and felt tight. Instantly, the beautiful woman fell silent. Bianca is not warty. He was only fixated on the moment Pierre brought his face closer. Bianca immediately looked away.

There was no other choice for Pierre, other than to kiss the neckline of the woman who had always been arrogant earlier. He even did it for a while, inhaling the parfume of the woman with such a soft and feminine scent.

"You ...." Bianca wants to protest. However, he immediately abandoned the intention. The woman was again just glued, when she felt Pierre's hand on the front surface of the blazer, then grabbed it. "Mirre ...." Bianca's words were stifled, as the man behaved more boldly to her.

Bianca's gaze grew even more faint, as Pierre's hand barged into the black tank top that was lined with blazers. The fingers of the man moved slowly, feeling soft playing something behind it. Bianca also sat quietly, very slowly because she was afraid that someone else would hear. Bianca just bit her lower lip, withstanding Pierre's every treatment.

"Is this the reciprocity you mean?" tanyanya slow.

"It's up to you to say what," replied Pierre. He pulled and pulled out his hand from inside the tank top that Bianca was wearing. No matter the woman who was gasping for the treatment just now. "I'll get you a taxi" he said later. He turned around, intending to leave the woman. However, he had not had time to pass from before Bianca, the beautiful woman first immediately blocked Pierre's wrist as if to hold him to leave.

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