The Berondong Boss Reserve
Wedding Birthday Surprise

From stretching to shampooing hair, Latina did it for the night. Jason said that he would wait at the Hilton hotel. Geez! Jason even rented a luxury New York hotel for their first night. The more nervous Latina was.

Bell rings. Latina rushed to open the door, and apparently the package courier came. Flowers and parcels he got that he said from Jason.

"Thank you" he told the courier. Latina grabbed the package after signing the recipient's note. He immediately closed the door, then opened the box. A minimal black dress.

The phone ringing. Where does Latina keep her phone? He threw away the couch cushion to find the phone. Ringtones keep calling. The dead thing could stop after Latina slid the green button.

"Yes, Jason."

"Have you got the package?" ask Jason from across the phone.

"Yes, I've already accepted it." Latina's face flushed red just by saying that.

"Wear that tonight and the lipstick you used on the night of the party. I'll be waiting for you at 9 p.m. I'll send you his room number. Don't let you be late, honey."

"I'll be there in time."

"See you tonight." The connection just broke off.

Wear skimpy clothes that only cover the top and bottom. All right, Latina will wear it for the sake of their first night.

Additional thick brown coat, Latina wear to protect the minimal clothes she wears. High-heeled shoes, wavy hair and red lipstick make Latina sure she is very ready to go to the hotel.

Time shows at half-nine p.m. Latina deliberately left faster in order to arrive on time. An online taxi has also been booked to take her to the hotel.

Arriving there, Latina was escorted by the hotel attendant. A top room, and this new room called the presidential suite. Jason actually rented a luxurious and expensive room for their first night.

"Here is his room, madam."

The sound of knocking on the door sounded. Latina smiled because Jason had apparently arrived. He opened the door, but it was someone else standing in front of him. A young man with a firm jaw and brown eyes.

"Are you in the wrong room?" ask Latina.

The man directly pushed Latina inside. He came in and closed and locked the door. Latina obviously felt scared because a foreign youth just broke through.

"You who? Get out of my room!" scream Latina.

The young man laughed. "Auntie, my name is Dean Cornor. Tonight, you'll be with me."

"What do you mean?" Latina looked at Dean. "Go from here!"

A blue map was simply thrown in front of Latina's face. "For a year, you'll be my mistress. Your own husband, Jason, has pawned you to me." Dean laughed when he said that.

"What did you say?"

"You can read for yourself, my sweet aunt."

Latina grabbed the map, opened it, then read it. It says there if he agrees to the contract. Under it is also his signature. Latina thought about the events of the week. Jason's attitude changed with him, then yesterday he signed a home transfer letter, but apparently it was a contract selling his body. Jason had sold it to a young man named Dean.

"Are you wearing the clothes I sent you? You even wear lipstick I like. Dear aunt, I can't wait to enjoy you." Dean laughs.

Latina's body slumped down. This is impossible. This must be wrong. This guy must be mistaken. Not himself. Jason would never do that.

TB