Wife Saving President
Chapter 21

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Happy Reandings!.

This morning Vano felt hungry. Because from yesterday afternoon he ate nothing. The night after she had a falling out with Keyla, Vano decided to go to the office and stay in her break room. And now Vano is ready with his work suit.

Vano came out of his break room. He sits himself, in his seat of greatness. After Vano sat down. Vano wanted to contact Arman to bring him breakfast. But Vano hasn't called Arman yet. Vano looked at the person who opened the door.

"Maybe it's Arman" Inner Vano.

Cleks!.

The guy started coming in. The one who entered was Ziva Sabillah. And not Arman. Ziva's appearance today still captivated the hearts of anyone who saw him. Ziva wears a black miniskirt and a maroon-red blezer. The da* is a little open. Her hair was broken with a little bit of hair. And don't forget the hils are pretty high attached to his feet.

Ziva kept going. Towards his desk he did not greet Vano at all. Vano started to hold passion in him. Because Ziva made a lice belonging to Vano began to thrash. Ask to come out and be released from the nest.

Ziva started to settle himself in his chair. And he started checking Vano's schedule. Vano saw that Ziva had put something on his desk. Yes, Ziva was carrying a box.

"Ziva" Vano called Ziva. From his desk. Vano sat there and did not wake up at all.

"Yes mass" Ziva replied gently.

"Law. Ziva your voice" Inner Vano.

"What is a box. Can you give it to me. I'm hungry and haven't had breakfast" Vano said.

"Oh yes" replied Ziva.

Ziva got up from his seat and walked around spoiledly delivering the box to Vano's table. Ziva put the stock down carefully. And Ziva pretended to drop the documents on Vano's desk. It was as if Ziva had accidentally dropped him near Vano.

"Ouch. I'm sorry I didn't mean it" Ziva said.

Ziva started to get closer to Vano and crouched down in front of Vano. Vano was getting uncomfortable as he saw da*a Ziva clearly. Vano's eyes turned red as it held back that desire.

"Come Mas. The breakfast was at the meal why it was just seen" said Ziva.

Vano regained his senses and began his breakfast. Ziva came out of the room leaving Vano alone who was chewing his cooking voraciously. Vano believes it is home cooking and he also believes it was Ziva who made it.

After a few minutes, Ziva entered Vano's room. He brought a napkin with two glasses. Coffee and White Water. Ziva was very surprised because his supply was exhausted. Not even ten minutes.

"Drink his Mas" Ziva put the two glasses on Vano's desk.

Vani is very happy of course. It was the treatment he expected from his wife. And today Vano got it from his second wife.

Ziva is back at his desk. He began to continue the work he had left behind. Vano kept looking at Ziva. Sometimes he sips coffee that Ziva has prepared for him.

Ziva knows that Vano is looking at him. But Ziva pretends not to know. And he did not speak if it was not Vano who started it.

"I just made fried rice and coffee. You can't just stare at me. I haven't given you any other attention. Remember you're gonna make me beg you not to leave you" inner Ziva. As he continued to pretend to flip through his work.

"Ziva's. Whatever my schedule is this heart" asked Vano while leaning himself on the chair he was sitting in.

"today. Just one meeting with Mr. Padil. Mas" Ziva replied in a very soft voice.

Vano wants to get up and approach Ziva. But not so because he was afraid Ziva rejected him. And he was afraid that Ziva would not talk to him like yesterday.

"I have to hold this. Don't let me force it. He ignored me again" inwardly Vano. He began to touch his temple which felt dizzy. Because he argued with himself.

Ziva knows that Vano wants it. Ziva smiled faintly at the state of Vano who seemed to want it.

"For what it feels like. Got any?" inner Ziva.

Ziva laughed in his heart. Because he saw Vano always staring at him. With a look of wanting to prey. Ziva is not mature enough. But as a result of being a waiter at the Club he used to walk. Ziva matures prematurely. He knows all the signals of the men who want him.

Cleks!.

The door opens Ziva and Vano sees who opens the door.

"Good morning sir" it was Arman who entered the room.

"Em" replied Vano lazily.

"Sir Padil is waiting for you, sir. The meeting schedule is in advance because the big lady Sinta contacted me. If you are going to be going to the butiq for Fiting" said Vano.

"It's ten minutes to go" Vano said.

"Arman you want meeiting space" asked Ziva.

"Yes Miss" replied Arman.

"We're all the same" Ziva said.

Arman looked at Vano's face looking at him sharply. Arman was very afraid that his boss was beheading him.

"Come on" said Ziva.

Arman did not dare to refute Ziva. He came out of the room with Ziva. Ziva walks with spoiled. And that makes Vano want to eat Ziva.

"Oh. Goddamnit"

After the departure of Ziva and Arman from the room. Vano went to the bathroom and played solo there. He can't hold it anymore. If he holds it, it will interfere with his concentration later during the meeting.

Vano continues to play solo. In his mind there was only Ziva. Vano continues to imagine Ziva's face. Until Vano finally reached the peak. But still Vano wants Ziva who is currently nearby.

"Eeesss"

"Kingzylava"

After Vano is done with his solo business. Vano started cleaning and came out of that bathroom. He again tidied up his clothes and made sure that his clothes were not exposed to the spark of his solo game earlier. After he felt all was safe and well. Vano stepped out and entered the elevator of Prusahaan higher-ups.

Ting!.

Vano left the elevator and entered the meeting room. Vano saw clearly his business partner was very focused on looking at Ziva. Even they were unaware of Vano's presence.

"Ehem" Vano cleared his throat and made them now begin to normalize himself.