The Love Slave of Mr. Casanova
Wedding Plan

"M-Max," Mr. Maxim chuckled at Alea's helpless face asking to continue his activities.

"You're not gonna get it easy, baby." Then back to launching the action.

"Max..," Again with a frustrated face. He was frustrated because he had almost got the peak wave but stopped because Mr. Maximo teased him.

"Please, baby. Then I'll give you pleasure." Her mouth lifted her face from the sidelines of Alea's groin.

Alea who really could not resist anymore immediately overthrew Master Maximo's body until his position turned to be above the man.

"Woho..! I really like you being aggressive like this" said Mr. Maximo, enjoying Alea's treatment. She never thought before her Alea would be this aggressive. Of course this was a big advantage for Mr. Max, and a big change for Alea.

After working for quite a while, the two finally reached the top. Alea's body fell down on Master Maximo with a hunting breath. Her chest was up and down, her heart rate was racing. Even the two humans felt each other's heartbeats.

"You're great, baby. I like you even more," Mr. Alfonso wiped away the sweat that was pouring down Alea's temple while still breathing.

"Em..," Alea only responded with a mutter of her body was no longer have the energy after she had devoted all her energy to please Mr. Maximo.

Mr. Maximo who knew Alea was very limp was only giving a pecking-tubi on his face and hair. Not knowing why she felt so happy that Alea was spoiling like this. Slowly Mr. Maximo moved Alea's body to the side and covered so as not to get cold because the AC then returned to give a kiss at the temple, the eyes of Alea's nose and lips before herself got up and grabbed her bokser pants.

Seeing no movement at all from Alea which meant that the woman was asleep, Mr. Maximo searched for a cell phone. It turns out there were some incoming messages from the Petro.

He immediately pressed the green button to contact the man.

"Come to my room" Mr. Maximo gave such an order and again closed his call. He immediately exited the room towards the sofa which was at the front of the hotel. Indeed, this hotel has several special rooms as a private room Mr. Maximo when visiting here.

While waiting for Petro to arrive, Mr. Maximo burns a nicotine-containing object to inhale, grabbing a bottle of wine and sitting on the couch.

"How's it?" Ask Mr. Maximo when Petro is in front of him. He just wanted to know who the target was behind the attack because according to predictions no enemy knows he is here.

"They're a group of Italian Mafia gangsters trying to kill a businessman named Dex who happens to be visiting the club." Petro found the information from one of the gangsters that he managed to sandra earlier.

"Good, means everything's safe, right?".

"Yes, Sir. You don't have to worry."

"Is there anything you want to say?"

Mr. Maximo remembered the woman's name, as if he had known her before.

"Have I met before?"

"Ear, Sir. When you went to the black market auction two months ago you met Princess Charlotte and spent the night." Petro's explanation succeeded in making Mr. Maximo remember the woman.

"Cih, that jallang?" Ask her again to be sure. And Petro who knew the meaning of the woman called jallang nodded.

It used to be that after a one-night romance Charlotte was unwilling to let go of Mr. Maximo and ensnare him by posing a prepared threat. But his efforts were not useful at all because Mr. Maximo was more cunning than him and could restore the stratagem that Charlotte did.

"Yes, Sir. The woman apparently hasn't given up wanting to have you."

"Curtain, not to! Even his body was already many former men who entered his. I don't taste." Follow him with his cynical smile. He had no taste for that woman even though it was free.

"But if you can agree to the deal then the whole territory will be yours, of course it will become even stronger. Your power will not rival anyone."

Mr. Maximo seemed to be tapping his chin with a finger, he was weighing Petro's words.

"Maybe, I just need to marry formally and I can get everything. The ease of operating the goods is also very possible. He is a prime minister, his power is not small. And I'm gonna be even more famous." He muttered to himself but could still hear Petro.

"No problem, set up my meeting with Mr. Carlos in the near future, but don't be with his daughter I don't she's making things worse." And Mr. Maximo's request immediately got a nod from Petro.

"Good, Sir. I'll set the schedule soon." Get up while getting up from the seat. It's too late and need a break to be able to continue to carry out the mission, therefore Petro does not want to linger here which certainly will also interfere with the pleasure of his Master.

After saying goodbye and saluting, Petro immediately passed from there. Upon seeing Petro's back sink behind the door, Mr. Max returned to the room. He looked at Alea who was still sleeping in such a position.

Mr. Maximo immediately approached after taking off his clothes and drowned in Alea's arms. Unwitting Mr. Max, Alea had been awake since then had even heard all his conversations with Petro who said he wanted to marry the daughter of a prime minister.

Her tears flowed by themselves without making a sound. I don't know what was on her mind that made her feel hurt. Their relationship was only a slave and a master. It was inappropriate for Alea to feel hurt if her Master wanted to marry another woman.

Even this feeling of pain outweighs the pain when Mr. Max wants to touch another woman. My God, what happened to her to herself must be tormented like this.

For him, his greatest torment was not for being a slave to Mr. Maximo or for being desecrated, but the heaviest torment that broke his heart to pieces was when his heart started anchoring to the dock Mr. Maximo who obviously had no feelings whatsoever other than liking his body and being an outlet of his passion which was always passionate.

Unconsciously Alea touched her painful left chest, she felt tight, sad, upset, and resentful towards the man who was hugging her tightly.