The Passion of Casanova
You Are The First
In Ken's office, the man always holds his girl while working. He is not at all a hassle, even though Zoya's body weight is quite heavy.
Actually the girl is not happy, afraid to interfere with Ken's work, but what power, Ken always just force it.
"Dad, I'd better sit on the couch," he said to the umpteenth time, because all that time he hasn't managed to persuade Ken.
Luckily, Ron was not there. Because the man was assigned by Ken to meet a client, take his place.
"Why, Honey? I'd rather it be like this, my job gets done, especially if you give me this." Ken's left hand crept into one of Zoya's chunks.
And Zoya immediately pinched the mature man's thigh. "Don't fuck around, Dad. Remember where we were, after all, when someone came in and saw us how?"
Ken chuckled at Zoya who spoke longer than usual. She turns Zoya's body to sit sideways.
"Just calm down, honey. I'll have my secretary tell the employees not to come into my room. How's it?"
"Don't want to!"
"Come, Baby. Just a minute, until lunch."
"I said no!"
"But I'll keep doing it." Ken instantly uncovers the blouse Zoya is wearing, with one hand restraining the girl's movements.
"Daddy!"
"Shut up, Baby. That's why according to what I said, then I don't have to force you."
"Yes but call your secretary first, so no one gets in here!" Ketus Zoya finally.
Hearing that, Ken grinned full. Ah, it's nice that Zoya is like this, she immediately calls Siska, telling the woman that no one goes into her room while there is Zoya.
Without exception, Ron too.
And Ken continued his action. Ken's two hands fiddled with the flaming screen in front of him, while the mouth did not stop to move, sipping on his favorite fruit.
Zoya sometimes shakes her head, and sometimes her head twists. Feeling inexhaustible with Ken's behavior, why this man likes to be a big baby.
"Dadha!" call Zoya while moaning, as Ken plays his tongue.
Ken looked up, without releasing the shoots that filled his mouth. Waiting for Zoya to make a sound again.
"Have you always been like this?" zoya asks curiously, her mind suddenly breezes around, thinking that Ken has always done this with many women.
And again all that makes him feel annoyed at once not accept.
"No, Baby. You are the first (You are the first) I never took any woman to the office, except you. If you don't believe me, just ask Siska, I've never played in the den." Ken rubbed Zoya's brownish mane.
Everyone almost knows who Ken is, someone who often changes partners. I don't know how many women he wears.
But believe it. Zoya remains the first person to set foot in the Tan group, as she never once took her woman there.
He was always in and out of hotel check-ins, or could do it at home with Maurin, even as much.
"Up to you, Baby. If you don't believe me, but that's the truth, obviously" Ken said.
From the reaction of Zoya's face, she could tell, the girl had not been able to trust completely.
Ken looked at the clock that was coiling around his wrist. He smiled knots, then glanced towards Zoya.
"It's time for lunch" Ken said, taking back the fruit that was still plastered in front of him.
While out there, Ron had just arrived, he wanted to get inside Ken's room, but was immediately prevented by Siska.
"Assistant Ron!" Screaming the woman while interrupting Ron with both hands, telling the man to stop, and undo his intention to go in there.
"What's up, Sis?" ron asked complete with a frowning forehead. Then lowered his hand that almost touched the door.
"That, Mr. Ken forbids all employees from entering his room, including you," Siska said according to Ken's orders.
And Ron's forehead grew frowning. "Lho why? Isn't it lunch time?"
"So Mr. Ken spoke like that on the phone, because it seemed like he was engrossed with the girl he had brought in this morning," Siska whispered slightly at the end of her sentence.
Puk!
Ron patted his head. Because I forgot that Zoya was in there. "Oh my God, why did I forget. Good thing he told me to leave, otherwise I would have died standing."
And Siska could only chuckle at hearing that.
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