The Handsome Evil CEO's
THECEO 19
Just like Rico said when he said goodbye to Jason. The man had arrived in front of the apartment building level 5 with the classic European style, St. Greenwall. Outside the car and taking off his glasses, Rico climbed 5 steps to reach the main door.
“Number 25…. Okay,” murmured to see the number listed next to the brown door.
When his index finger wanted to press the bell, his phone first rang. Rico picked up the thing and picked up the call from Selia.
“Live in. My apartment is on the 3rd floor, the first door is right.”
As per instructions, Rico knocked on the door he guessed the apartment Selia occupied. Then the woman appeared in a seductive outfit—chemise, a maroon-colored satin dress on her knees with a low top made the part of Selia peek.
“Please enter.”
Rico walked in and looked at the main room; a long sofa with a small round table beside it, a carpet floor under the sofa, in front of the sofa there is a big screen. Rico sat on the cream couch.
“Coffee?” tawar Selia and retorted nods. Leaving Rico, he walked into the kitchen in another small room without a door.
Rico could see Selia's back making coffee for him from the seat. Back facing the big screen with his reflection, Rico shifted his gaze—fall into a small photo frame upside down, inconspicuous as it was somewhat inserted into the small space next to the electronics.
Rico stood up, turned his frame. He saw a picture of the man he knew, it was Dexian. With Selia resting her head on the man's shoulder.
Selia who was finished from the kitchen with the tray smiled faintly, standing still on the threshold looking at Rico's back. He deliberately put the picture frame there.
Selia walked closer. “Your coffee,” put her cup on the table and the tray she put under the table.
Rico had already turned around and was faced with Selia's face that did not display a shocked expression, perplexed.
“Your coffee,” points Selia towards the cup on the table, as Rico just silently looks at her.
Rico put the frame again in place, but the position changed—photonya so visible. He sat on the sofa with a table with Selia who had been sitting casually on his right.
Rico looked at Selia with an ordinary expression staring at her. “So we'll act like we don't intend to take revenge?”
Selia laughed softly. “I already know.. You know who I really am. Isn't that right, Rico? Selia Kristen Peros, sister of the man killed by your friend.”
Rico took his cup and sipped it quite a lot. “Then, did you poison me with this coffee you made?” rico asked, raising a little cup.
“Why did you drink?” Selia folded her hands across her chest, reacting casually to the accusation.
Rico put the cup back.
“We're friends,” says Selia. “I'm not after your life.”
Rico rooted his eyebrows as Selia had already clung to his body and embraced his neck. The woman sat facing Rico with both of her thighs open. “Iya, we're friends.”
Selia smiled, the smile she used to show strangers—the sweet smile seemed to imply nothing. “True. You even asked me out yesterday.”
Rico nodded. “Yes. That lunch and you met Jason.” in person
“Friends with benefits?” ask Selia. With a swipe of his hand on Rico's jaw.
Rico chuckles. “If you want that kind of relationship. No problem for me.”
Selia kissed Rico's lips briefly and the subsequent hot activity continued to be mutually beneficial. Without feeling involved, there is no desire for revenge.
An hour later, the main room fell apart. The clothes worn by Rico and Selia are original.
On the long sofa Rico embraces Selia's body which hugs her sideways, looking like a pair of romantic lovers. Selia looked up and moved slightly upwards, reaching Rico's lips.
The kiss came off as Rico's phone rang several times and was picked up by the man after taking off his arms.
Seeing Jake Zuruno calling out to him, Rico looked at Selia who was still casually staring at him. “Give me a tissue.”
Always move, walk to the room and come back with a small towel that has been made wet. “Use this.”
Rico reached for the towel and cleaned up the remnants of their game. Finished wearing his full outfit, Rico raised the call.
“Hai, Jake.”
Rico saw Selia enter his room and closed the door.
“I?” Rico scratched his temple and then ruffled his waist. “Good…. I'll be there in 30 minutes…. Yep. I'm at my friend's place…. All right, see you.”
“What's up?” screamed Selia from inside.
“I'll go.”
“Go.”
Rico walks outside and drives his car away from St. Greenwall.
•••
Rico climbed up the steps of Jake Zuruno's mansion. Said Jake's waitress was waiting for him in his room— on the 2nd floor, the door was different from the others; it was made of quebracho wood and a tiger carved handle.
Rico came in without knocking first, as usual.
“Rico, sit.”
This room is nothing special, only two single sofas facing each other with a round table as a barrier. Rico always entered this room, there was no object on the table, as if it was awake to look new and clean.
Rico sat down in front of Jake who was waiting for him. “Jake, we can talk in the open only, if you want to talk as usual.”
Jake folded his thin lips, as if thinking of Rico's proposal. Then shake. “Here more convenient.”
Rico sighed resignedly. As important as it is, this room is only enriched with one lamp because the light like the sun will not enter, the window until the ventilation is blocked by thick and large curtains. Rico thought Jake was always overrated. “Then what do you want to talk about? About your son?”
“Iya. I want to hear from your point of view and about Tiffany.”
“I think you already know from Canda's story..”.
“Iya. But as always, I want you to tell me about Jason.”
Rico pursed his lips. “As you've known before. Right, they're close, even already in a relationship, I guess. And I congratulate you, Jake. Because you managed to plan all this.”
“Only that?”
“Then what do you want to do again? They're close.”
Jake's quiet. Heard Rico's words.
“She asked for help for that and I just told her where she lives, Tiffany who is an employee at Hamin Corp. Jason also doesn't care anymore, he's still focused on Dexian.” minions Rico gulps his saliva from being a little thirsty, Jake doesn't prepare a drink. He has spoken long. “How about you who want Tiffany Clandezo to be your son-in-law?”
“The original name was Tiffany Sicardhe. I asked Filan Sicardhe to borrow his grandson for a while.”
Rico opened his eyes wide. “He has family?”
“Of course. Filan, that old man is my best friend.”
“And let his grandson, hand him over to you just like that?” rico didn't believe it.
“We have agreed.”
“Hah? Agreed what? And why isn't Tiffany worried about Filan looking for her?”
“They have a bad relationship. That's why Tiffany hid her real last name.”
“How about both parents?”
“Tiffany don't have them from baby.”
“He's an orphan?”
The conversation began seriously.
“Filan took custody in the orphanage, more precisely his late wife who wanted a child because they did not get the opportunity. When Tiffany was sent to high school and lived away from them, the news of his wife's death did not tell Tiffany. Because from childhood Filan did not consider Tiffany a child, their relationship had been bad since the first time and got worse when Filan hid the news. Filan complied with all his late wife's wishes and the old man made Tiffany a grandchild. But they remain out of touch and Tiffany joins Filan, who now owns an apartment in the Wikileak area. People know they are just limited to apartment owners and tenants,” explains Jake Long.
Rico sighed violently by massaging the base of his nose. “Hard once his life.”
“Then from it. I made him a son-in-law,” Jake replied casually.
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