“Are you really not interested in taking your leave, Vlo?”
Lucas asked, opening a folder in front of him. He took a pen and signed it. Without looking at his secretary, he continued in a casual tone.
“You can take it. Maybe a week or two.”
Lucas closed the folder and handed it back to Vlora. She took it politely and answered.
“No need, sir. I'm sure I'll be fine.”
Lucas suppressed a grin. “I know you'll be fine. It's Andreas I'm worried about not being fine.”
Vlora blinked, trying to keep the warmth from reaching her cheeks. Oh, damn it! Hopefully she did not blush. It was difficult, but she tried not to blush when she thought about the hidden meaning behind Lucas' words.
Lucas sighed and shook his head several times. Then he waved his hand.
“Never mind. You can go.”
Vlora nodded. “Alright, sir.”
Leaving Lucas' office was a relief for Vlora. S
There was a short pause. Andreas took a deep breath, his gaze changed. He seemed to be thrown back into the past, when everything was still under control. “Back then, Nana still had full authority, and I was able to run Progun smoothly. Unfortunately, Nana's health deteriorated, and the shareholders demanded a transition to avoid unwanted situations. So, dad stepped in as president-director with a few conditions,” Andreas explained as he looked at Vlora. “One of those conditions was not to divorce mom.” Vlora remained silent. She chose not to comment and prepared herself to be a good listener. “Of course, that condition wasn't for Mom's personal interest, but for the greater good. You see, Mom's family has a close relationship with the Morales family, the biggest coal mining tycoons in Indonesia. There are several things that could happen if Dad divorced Mom. Morales's support would shift to the Ramirez family, and if that happened, Progun would definitely be helpless under Lostic.
There was a significant difference between their private home, as mentioned earlier by Andreas, and the Sanders family's large house. When it came to the household staff, Vlora also noticed a significant departure from her family's traditions. So, it was understandable that Vlora blinked a little when she realized that there were only seven domestic servants, including the head butler—a small number for the Sanders family. “Let me introduce you to the head butler of this house, Vlo. His name is Mr. Desmon Williams.” Desmon Williams was tall and looked thin. However, he exuded a warm aura that made everyone feel comfortable. Desmon smiled politely as he greeted Vlora. “Welcome, madam.” “Thank you.” The introduction was short. Then Andreas took Vlora's hand and led her upstairs. Vlora's eyes wandered around. “A comfortable house. The atmosphere is pleasant.” “Pleasant because it is peaceful, right?” “Exactly.” It
After whispering, Vlora let go of Andreas. Her teasing look turned into a playful grin and she headed for the bathroom.Andreas could only take a deep breath as Vlora left him. But a moment later he chuckled softly.Something crossed Andreas' mind. He shook his head repeatedly as he picked up all of Vlora's clothes from the floor.“I tend to retaliate.”Ah! Andreas' eyes changed and he grinned mischievously. His gaze was fixed on the bathroom door.Deciding to follow Vlora, Andreas seemed to have a plan in mind to get another form of revenge. It seemed to be a pleasant idea.*That evening Vlora and Frans met. Perhaps it was not their first meeting, considering that Frans had also been involved in organizing Vlora and Andreas' wedding. However, due to time constraints and opportunities, they had not had a real chance to meet until now.So, Andreas had invited Frans to his house that night. It wasn't just th
It was almost midnight. The conversation between Andreas and Frans had just ended. Frans had neatly arranged all the cards and Andreas put them in the desk drawer.“Thank you for tonight, Frans,” Andreas said.Frans quickly packed his things. “You're welcome, sir. I'll take my leave.”A moment later, only Andreas was left in the office. Instead of leaving immediately, he decided to stay for a while.Outside Andreas' office, Frans did not leave either. He stood still, his eyes scanning the area. After a short observation, he finally left after a minute.Frans walked down each step in silence. It was quiet and he could not see anyone as far as his eyes could see. It was truly empty.It was hard to ignore. Frans felt a strange presence following his every step, as if someone was watching him. As if someone was watching him.Frans froze. Maybe this feeling had nothing to do with the person who was watching him. May
When Andreas first met Vlora, he had some naughty fantasies running through his head. They had to do with something intimate and her nakedness, of course.It felt human to Andreas, considering how immediately he was drawn to the hidden beauty of Vlora's legs under her long pants. Somehow there was a story to be told, but his instincts spoke and he was convinced that there was a charm Vlora was hiding.Without a short skirt it did not matter. Andreas believed in his instincts and had a conviction. That was that something hidden was always worth pursuing.This was exactly the case now, although Vlora could not really be said to be hiding anything. A nightgown was no great obstacle.Vlora wriggled sensuously. Like a dancer following the rhythm of the musician, her body undulated in seductive waves.Then, for the umpteenth time, Andreas' mouth greeted Vlora's nipple from the outside. It was wet and warm. He sucked, sucked, and squeezed. Repeatedly and
Rolling slightly, Andreas moved away from Vlora's body and lay down next to her. He took in as much air as he could to ease his ragged breathing. Andreas needed time. The climax that hit him was devastating. His bones seemed to crumble into dust. The same was true for Vlora. Her situation was not much different from Andreas'. Her breathing was still chaotic and her disorder was beyond help. Her hair was a mess with the sensual traces Andreas had left all over her body. No one made a sound. Probably Vlora and Andreas had agreed to give each other time to calm down for a while. Ehm, that was not really exhausting. But of course, it was also full of sensations. What a worthwhile exchange. Maybe even more than worth it. The exhaustion was worth the pleasure. A moment passed. Andreas slowly opened his eyes. He turned around and smiled broadly at Vlora's condition. There was a rose petal on Vlora's cheek and he picked it up. Andreas' fleeting touch caught Vlora's attention. Her eyes op
“Just a normal dinner. Just inviting the family over to the newlyweds' house,” Andreas paused for a moment and shifted his sitting position slightly for added comfort. When he felt more comfortable, he continued, “We should have thrown a party, as is the family tradition. Unfortunately, that would have been too much trouble. So, I hope a family dinner will suffice.”Bryan put down the newspaper he had been reading and gave Andreas a very clear and disapproving look. He did not welcome Andreas' arrival. It was not just because Bryan knew that every time Andreas showed up, it would lead to trouble, or at least unpleasantness. Unfortunately, this was not the case for Amanda and Vian, who felt quite the opposite.“It's going to be a lovely dinner,” Andreas turned to Amanda. “I'm sure of it. Just think about it. We haven't sat at the same table for a long time.”“You're right, Andreas,” Vian agreed, narrowin
Andreas turned and actually left. He did not care, even when he saw Bryan standing up with an angry expression on his face.“Andreas!”Andreas remained unmoved. He walked on and didn't care about Bryan's screams.“You're a real brat!”Bryan could only mutter when he realized that Andreas had completely disregarded his call. Andreas had really left after causing chaos.“You're out of line, Bryan. How could you curse your own son?”Bryan turned to Amanda with a sharp look. “This must be because of you, right? It must have been your idea to invite Jonas and Lydia. Why? Do you want to humiliate them in front of Mama?”This time it was not just Amanda's hands that were shaking. Her lips were trembling too.“Me?” Amanda repeated quietly. “Haven't you humiliated yourself and this family in front of the public all this time? And now you talk about shame?”A