THE SATISFYING GIRL FOR THE PRESDLR
21. The Satisfied Girl for the President

What Brian is currently doing to him certainly makes Killa really feel very embarrassed, he said, and in addition in the luxury car was not only the two of them but there was a human figure who was watching what they were doing from the moment they got into the car.

Killa tried to rebel and brushed off the handsome face that began to breathe the scent of a tiny body and also the burly hands of the handsome man who was trying to feel his petite body and the woman was trying to save herself from the man who is looking at himself so sharply.

"T-mister!!!"

For the second time Killa screamed in the luxury car to stop the brash action of a Brian who had really lost his mind who could not himself just rebel to stop the action.

"Aarrggh."

And for a number of times also Brian rubbed the ears that felt buzzing due to the screams of the woman who really makes her ears feel sore. Ck, it can't be said. Indeed the basis of the opposition, Brian's scolding continues to rub the ears.

The next second Brian rounded his eyes when he realized what he had done a few seconds ago that almost finished off the woman who was staring at him so sharply and there was only such a facial expression fierce looking at him.

Know what he has done, Brian was lightning-fast tidying up the clothes of a woman who was almost out of shape due to his actions who really could not bear to see the curves of the tiny body of a woman who was staring at him at this time with a murderous gaze.

"Ck, stop staring at me like that baby," annoyed Brian looked at the face of Killa who only had a hostile look given to him. Brian really, really doesn't like being stared at like that.

Brian glanced at the secretary who had been pompously focused on looking ahead, but now Brian was sure that his secretary was putting an ear to listen to what he had been talking about. Cih....really plain pretentious, shitty boy.

Haikal who had listened to the scolding coming out of the man sitting behind the driver's seat himself just kept quiet and became a good listener. The basis of coercion, the inner Haikal who can only speak heart to heart himself.

It did not feel twenty minutes to travel full of plays and finally they came to a towering building not far from the city center.

Brian was engrossed in seeing Killa who until this moment was so comfortable to throw his face against him that the call from the secretary Haikal himself was not aware of the call of the secretary who had tried to call him.

"Ck, like this if you've got a woman who can't refuse her will," decak sebal Haikal who a few seconds have arrived at the apartment yard and in fact the one who was called did not turn his head at all towards him. But nevertheless, the, does not make Haikal run out of ways to disperse the daydream of the two humans who are not sure what is thought and the other is staring at who is throwing his face towards the car window that was already stop over.

Haikal grinned widely before he turned to his original position to make two humans in their respective world and without thinking long Haikal immediately sounded the horn of the luxury car without any pause at all.

Tin ... tin ... tin .. tin ... tin ... tin ... tin .. tin.

"Woy!! .. What are you doing, Haikal?"

Brian and Killa immediately close to two ears will the sound of car horns make them really surprised the action of Haikal who was deliberately honking the horn of Brian's luxury car.

Getting a shout that is not inferior to the car horn, as fast as lightning soon Haikal stopped honking the horn of the luxury car owned by the master.

Without any guilt at all Haikal was just a whimper to see two humans who were staring at him so sharply as razor sharp.

"Geek!! you're tired of living! apparently yeah?" annoyed Brian while kicking the chair sat by the secretary.

"S-I still want to live longer, sir," said Haikal in a nervous voice afraid to see the deathly gaze given by the master.

"Ck, very good at theatrics."

So upset Brian passed by without waiting for someone who should have been himself down to enter his private apartment.

One step

Two steps

Three steps

Four steps

Five steps

"Haha."

And finally the sound of laughter Haikal really broke in the luxury car that left him and also the woman who had noticed what he had done.

"No employer no secretary .. equally crazy," muttered Killa who could still be heard clearly by Haikal who was still laughing at the handsome man who was heading towards the car.

Haikal who heard the remark only turned a glance towards the back of the chair and refocused his gaze forward and he was preparing to be exposed to the rage of the man who was currently with long steps approaching them the two who remained loyal were in the car.

"Get out Haikal!!"

Brian ruffled his waist in front of the car waiting for his secretary to get out of the car, at this time he was really upset with his secretary who seemed to have really deliberately pranked himself so that he forgot the purpose of the apartment he owned at this time.

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Haikal who got a shout from outside the car immediately got out of the car without lingering because he did not want to add to the annoyance of the master.

"T-lord,"

"You did deliberately prank myself well! Haikal?" brian shouted in a loud voice and also became the center of attention of the residents who lived in the towering building.

"T-tid ... "

Haikal had not yet continued his words, he immediately staggered to the back because he got a pretty hard grip and fortunately only he swiftly held the balance so that not until his body kissed the hard floor that he was currently stepping on. Ck, the truly inhuman inner Haikal was staring back at the master.

Not only did Haikal get the nagging from Brian's spicy mouth, Killa who had just been silent about what was done by Brian and Haikal immediately got a scolding when the new car door was opened by Brian.

"You too .. cooperation with that damn secretary" right? accuse Brian of grabbing Killa's tiny wrist to get out of the luxury car.

"T-lord,"

"What" hm?"

Not desperate, though, Killa really tried to keep asking himself to be let go of the place by begging and also put on a face as sad as possible so that the one who was holding his wrist felt pity.

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