The Big Boss For A Countess
Toilet Gossip
So Contessa struggled to focus on her work, snuggling behind a Damascus computer screen while listening to the man grumpily to his employees. About the machine, about the theft, about the deal with the Bank, about the tender. All discussed for an hour of tension.
Contessa didn't even understand what she was reading on the Damascus computer. What was clear was that he felt very sorry to see the depressed Damascus employee with a deathly pale face listening to Big Boss' scolding.
And of course, because the Damascus side profession is an executor, it is certain that the last sentence is filled with threats ‘if you do not reach the target that you proposed yourself until the end of the year, I'll make you regret knowing me. Clear?’
And that sentence as a closing if the current meeting is over.
Damascus threw the map in his hand carelessly, then approached Contessa.
Contessa is still glued to her place. With the posture of the body facing the computer and his stiff finger above the keyboard. He even forgot what to type.
In his mind, his father, Adiwilaga, was severely tortured by Damascus if this debt reached its due date but could not be paid off.
But what made Contessa instantly freeze further, was when Damascus lowered its head and placed its chin on the top of Contessa's head, with its large hand stroking the girl's arm.
Contessa.
All he felt was rough skin caressing along his arm.
He felt nothing but that.
He was conscious but he refused to avoid.
Heavily, he swallowed his saliva. His throat is very dry. Without fluid flow.
“So,” sounds Damascus growl from above, “From earlier you did?”
Argh! Damnit damnit! Erang Contessa inwardly while closing her eyes.
“Before... would like to type the opening word because it will send an email reply to the Ministry of ESDM,” hiss Contessa. He could hear his voice trembling.
“So from an hour ago, the writing was only ‘To Yth,’ ?!” his Damascus.
The man's hand crept up onto Contessa's shoulder, then onto the girl's skinny neck, and draped her long hair behind her back.
It was astonishing that such a large hand, with such rough skin, could do this softly to Contessa's hair.
Somehow, Contessa was glued to her place. He doesn't even want to run anywhere. In his mind there was only curiosity, and a longing.
Missing the man's caress on his skin, like the past they've faced.
Damascus was rude to others, yet gentle and treated Contessa like a fragile object.
The man's lips landed on his neck, the sideburns rubbing against the exposed skin of Contessa. Contessa took a deep breath, trying to control herself.
But it didn't work.
Like being hypnotized by this man's touch, he could only remain silent like a puppet.
For a moment he realized that...
This is not true!
“Pak,” Contessa kink and stand. Then stroking his two arms that immediately goosebumps, “If you think with 100 million fathers can touch-touch me, I was wrong!” he sizzled out of the room.
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Contessa entered the bathroom, then opened one of the cubicles there and entered. He sat on the toilet shivering.
He huddled there while hugging himself in a tremble.
How could…
How could his mind not be in line with the contents of his body.
When his body misses him so much, his mind says it doesn't make sense!
He just wants to play you, consider you his puppet!
He thinks after paying you, he can do as he pleases!
Be carefull! Just escape!
After all, Adiwilaga is not your real father. Let him do everything because of his own mistakes. This is not your responsibility!
All those words raged in his head, trying to get rid of the fact that his body was receiving all the indecent treatment Damascus had for him.
Contessa feels cheap.
So cheap that it feels unappreciated.
He had already surrendered himself to Damascus, all that was left of him was shame.
Slowly but surely Contessa began to forget the trauma, but in fact when she was reunited with Damascus, and saw the man treating him the same way they used to when they were both in bed...
He was even overwhelmed.
“No... can't!” whispers trembling. “Can't happen again!” whispered.
On his skinny arm was still the caress of Damascus. It feels like an addictive sensation of euphoria. His body reacted strangely, an endless nervousness mixed with a quick adrenaline rush. His heart rate is irregular and he is now short of breath.
His conscience responds to a desire to be able to receive,
But his logic and ego say otherwise.
Now, Contessa is confused, what kind of face should she show to Damascus when she returns?!
“I better be alone first here,” murmured while bending his knees up and back curled up.
He heard some women go into the toilet, chatting and joking in front of the sink.
Contessa was still with her turmoil, until one of the women suddenly mentioned her name,
“Say my Boss, Contessa was given the table of Mr Big Boss! I wonder, what the hell is he related to Big Boss?! To the extent that he had access to the secretary's room! To the room of Artemis!”
“Yes, this morning my boss also said that, Contessa is typing on Mr Dama's desk! Crazy is not it! In front of him my boss is being bullied! I'm sure the girls also do not understand the talk, because my boss said his face was confused,”
“Ald-age I just saw Mr. Dama had a female assistant, I was curious how great he was until Mr. Dama wanted to recruit him,”
“It seems not great very yes, because I was horrified from security, yesterday's incident was the Contessa who released the madman,”
“Well yes, he said it's hostage Artemis yes, do not pay debts like he kept captive. Really not?”
“Sssst! We're told to shut up! Would you like to be in - Dor like the ODGJ yesterday? Don't talk about that!”
“Bener too... duh, do not let me slip! My family could be victims too!”
“Gue is afraid of actually working here, but the salary here is huge and the bonuses are many! The rest of my home installments can only be paid off 6 months I work here,”
“Therefore do not need to discuss the work of Artemis and his friends, pamali! This wall can be horrified rumpian lo!”
Ckitt!
And Contessa came out of the toilet.
He walked through the room, graciously erecting his body and washing his hands. Then look at all the women there.
And smile sweetly, “My father and Mr. Damascus old friend, I am also a little friend of Artemis, so I am trusted to occupy this position,” Contessa said calmly.
“But don't expect to be me, yeah. Every day my life is tinged with fear,” said Contessa again, “Good day everyone,” and he said goodbye to get out of the toilet.
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