Slaved To A BEAST

When the door of the private elevator was opened, Marco Berlusconi's tall and majestic body hurried to his office, his strong legs hidden in his black tights, and made long strides. The freshness and beauty falling on the turquoise carpet makes people anxious. He shouldn't be so careless and forget something so easily … When I got home and realised I had forgotten my contract with a British department store, I sent an angry rebuke in my mind. This contract is very important. . . Marco knew that the maid hired by the company would clean the mall at night, including his office, so he had to rocket back to the mall. The door remained open. . . The young man stood at the door of his office. His black eyes looked at his office. Everything inside was quiet and quiet. From the silence and even the sound of human breath he breathed a sigh of relief, but it was not long, for when he looked away, . He never expected what he saw in the office to appear in front of him. Women. . . ! ! ! A emaciated man in a waist-less bear suit, lying rashly on a fine black sofa in his office, gently pushed open the door and inserted himself. As he walked in, he closed it gently, and stood above the body of a nameless little girl who was having a sweet dream in his office. His pairs were as black as they were made of black agate, and his eyes sparkled with displeasure at the present situation. Who she is and why you dare to sleep here. She wouldn't think of his private office as a luxury suite five-star hotel. Her tough jaw was almost bulging as she tried to stare at her white face, and her black hair had fallen from the rubber band, and tied her back hair round her face. However, he felt a heavy blow to his heart when her mouth was full, bright red, like a crushed strawberry. An unknown woman exerted some influence in front of him, which made his blood strange. Marco blew a strong wind from his mouth, and his cherished freedom seemed almost crumbling, and only glanced at the little girl in front of him, even though the mother of the little girl he did not know was wearing inconspicuous clothes. So the young man sat on his heels, while his head, which was covered with eye-coloured hair, fell down and almost clung to his thin, sleeping, beautiful face. It's like being fascinated by a spell. . . When she changed from lying on her side to lying on her back and opened her eyes, her beautiful face was clearly visible before his eyes. . . When his eyes were with those of his little mother, which were round and black, his blood suddenly became cold. Angels. . . This is the first word that comes to mind. Egg-shaped face, white, smooth, milky, completely black hair tied at the back, while a part fell off the beautiful face, round eyes surrounded by long, big black eyelashes, as if facing an evil monster. "I..." She sat up at once, and his impatient movements made the tip of his nose slide over his smooth cheeks, and inadvertently experienced the softness and fragrance of young skin. This caused the Heat to flood his blood, and he tried to suppress his desire with everything he could get. "I didn't do it on purpose..." She hurriedly removed herself from him and sat down on the other side of the sofa. Marco smiled slightly at the corners of her mouth, but her sharp eyes rested on the long, full, ruddy mouth, with an expression of panic, shame and compliment. Innocent. . . It's the next word. Marco stared at the nameless woman in front of him. Adrenaline was surging wildly in his blood. He felt an uncomfortable feeling spreading to his whole body, and a frightening s*x hormone was surging. The chemistry between him and her was so strong that it made his torso fiery as never before. When the most cherished freedom crumbles, his breath will come out. The little girl in bear costume was shocked by her mother's charm of using sexy girls in front of her. He needs her, that's the last word I can think of when she sits in front. It's ironic that a man looks at the woman with his mouth tilted and disgust, only seeing her for the first time. Marco was sarcastic about himself in his heart. "Are you a cleaner?" If someone says she is a model or the heroine in the play, he will believe it more. She's very pretty. . . It's beautiful and feminine. Even if she wears a sleeveless dress, he will be very angry. What would he look like if she wore a bikini or nothing? You're crazy! Begging yourself. "Yes, I'm here to clean this room, not an old employee on leave. It's only temporary, but... I didn't. I went to sleep a few minutes ago, and I don't want to use your company. Because when I fall asleep, I will make some compensation. Believe me, I really intend to do this." Her cheeks flushed with shame as he stared reproachfully at her. He is sure to inform her boss that she won't get her salary today. At the thought of this, frustration welled up in Chrombao's eyes. She shed tears of sadness at the thought that her sister and two other brothers had to suspend classes because they had no money to send her. In the morning alone, the restaurant waiter's salary is more than 5,000 baht, which almost consumes rent, utilities and 20% daily loan interest. A month ago, her efforts to pay for her sister's tuition had little principal, and she had to struggle with the work of tidying up the office at night. In order to spend the money in another way, she didn't expect to work for less than a week, and her body hardly rested and got into trouble. . . Sleeping during working hours, who will hire it to play. . . The girl thought disheartened. "I think you are making excuses, which is a bit unrealistic." He made a cold sound, but it was different from the boiling heat in his blood, and now the young man wanted to put her on the bed. Then jerked his fragile body back. "I... I'm not lying, I'll make up for it." She shed clear tears as she tried to step back. When her body was as tall as a huge giant,. She approached, and the smell of Satan made her almost untenable.