The Big Boss For A Countess
The Penthouses
“Emh..” Contessa hugged her pillow while curling up, she bent her body from feeling cold. Next to his hand he tried to reach for the blanket, then he pulled it to cover his body to the limit of the neck.
And he breathed a sigh of relief, then planned to resume his sleep.
What day is this? How do my alarm sounds? He thought wondering as he buried his face in the pillow.
His pillow is soft, soft, warm and has a soothing aroma that he likes. Fragrance of wood and oats. Gentle and masculine, like someone he knew.
Ohiya, it's Saturday, weekend. Alarm is not sounding. Sleep until noon. You are not busy today? Don't cook it later buy chicken noodles. When he's hungry, he wakes me up. Before being disturbed, sleep again! Think Contessa.
The girl hugged her pillow tighter.
“Hm...” murmured as it felt strange.
This is why my body is such an amazing seal? I ran a marathon! Lastly, this is the outbound training time to enter the Praba Group. My pain reliever ointment runs out anyway ! gotta get to the pharmacy first. Try buying yesterday before you go home!
Then he tried to open his eyes. The plan is to wake up because you want to buy ointment. But a moment later, while raising his head he realized something.
Going home? Did I go home yesterday or Ella's? How can I not remember? Wait.. I'm supposed to go to Mr. Boss' room to grab a bag, run out of it after grabbing that bag I-I
BRAKK!!
Where am I?
Contessa rubbed her face rather harshly, then tried her hardest to make her consciousness recover and rubbed her puffy eyes.
This isn't my room.
Contessa frowned as she stared in all directions.
"I'm in a museum?!" mumbling wonder.
The problem was, the room he now saw was classic in style, with many ancient paintings, wooden walls that were very beautiful carvings and in front of him was a giant fireplace. Typical of europe with high ceilings and large crystal lamps.
Contessa squinted her eyes, the fireplace in front of her was a TV on it. Proof that this isn't a museum. And after looking around there was a laptop on the nightstand next to the sofa by the window.
The view outside the window…
A cloud?
Many clouds
The heavens?
The shape is not a courtyard or parking lot.
"Buck!!" hiss Contessa while shifting her body position towards the window, made sure she was currently where. How can there be a cloud in front of the window?! Is this khayangan?!
But when his foot touched the black marble floor, he realized that, "Cock me…"
Without clothes.
Sohel.
"Geez!" Contessa grabbed a giant pillow nearby to cover her body. Because the blanket turned out to be a thick and large quilt, so it was a bit heavy if he lifted.
To his astonishment he went to the large window in front of him, and peered down.
Instantly he immediately dizzy, because he did not see the land.
"These seeds whereaaa?!" lily goosebumps.
“In my house,” the heavy voice of a man from the back of Contessa.
“Home? On top of the building?”
“this is condominium. Penthouse type, so it is located on the top floor of the building,”
“Apartment yes Sir?”
“If in this developing country, all flat hit yes the name of the apartment. If entrepreneurs like me, apartments and condominiums are different,” there is a cynical tone in Damascus' speech.
“What's the difference, sir? It's the same vertical building, right?”
Damascus sighs looking lazy and dismissive, he finally approaches Contessa. Contessa reflex covers the wall to cover the back of the plain without closed, “Apartment is a tall building, consisting of many units rented, Apartment, so the unit cannot be owned by those who live there. Similar to exclusive boarding but wider. Can you make a certificate of ownership for kamas kos? Can't,,,”
“Em... is it?” Contessa couldn't even concentrate on listening to the man.
“You've seen a Korean drama, right? Usually there are landlords that have large buildings, then he builds units up high, and his units are rented out to people? Well that's the apartment,”
“If condominium how pack?”
“Sama, a tall building consisting of many units, usually above 20 floors. Each unit can have a certificate of ownership. The language, strata title. That's the real condominium. In this country people tend to be misguided. The apartment he calls the boarding house, the condominium he calls the apartment. If going abroad confused yourself, suck ah..”
“Well how do we get to the village, where do we know so-so,”
“You'll be the wife of a conglomerate, so it's time you learned that,”
“Ih, I was-“ and Contessa fell silent, then tilted her head because she felt something strange in the Damascus sentence just now.
“Anuuu, Sir? I'll be what you just said?”
Damascus straightened the contents of its glass and clucked at Contessa with its sharp glances, “You should not pretend to be deaf,” he said cynically.
“Whose company? You mean Mr himself?” contessa's tone of voice turned frantic, “What makes this father bravely say that I want to be the father's wife?!”
“You know what we did last night?”
“Hah?!” Contessa slips, “What did we do last night?”
Damascus grinned, “Ya already otherwise remember,” he said as he walked out of the room.
“What did we do last night sir?!” contessa's exclaiming is getting panicked.
“Bath, your clothes in the closet, just choose to have my late wife,” and the door of the room was closed.
Actually, nothing happened last night.
Damascus simply undressed Contessa, who was full of blood, and because she was lazy to dress Contessa, who had fallen asleep because of her tiredness, she left the girl alone, covered only with a blanket.
While taking a bath, Contessa thought hard. He tried to feel his body. It felt nothing but aches from being pushed by the prisoner last night.
But the lower part of his body does not feel strange, not sore and not uncomfortable.
“I'm not mabok right?” he muttered to himself. It seems he does not remember. After seeing Damascus coming, and putting it all together, he only felt very relieved, after which he suddenly fell sleepy.
After taking a shower, Contessa opened the wardrobe and found many of the women's clothes hanging neatly. The first wife of Damascus died 24 years ago, but her clothes are still well cared for. Contessa can breathe laundry perfume on every strand.
And the good thing is, most of the models throughout the ages. Fortunately, the late wife did not like the strange style.
The problem...
“Laaah, why kegedean anyway?! I wonder what?!” Contessa sewot while pouting looking in the mirror.
Rania, the wife of Damascus has a posture of 175cm/55kg. Obviously far compared to Contessa which is only 155cm/45kg.