I Don't Need Your Money, But....

Chiko's Apartemen

Chiko smirked at Gretta's curt response, about his possession of the woman.

"But to me since last night's fondling you have become mine too."

"What?!"

Gretta shrieked in disbelief, squealing with her hands crossed to her chest and lifting her chin, her signature smug pose.

"So, is fondling owned by someone? Then, what about him last night, he even made love- emmp...."

Gretta's words were forced to turn into an incoherent mumble, when Chiko arbitrarily covered her lips quickly.

Yes, Chiko, who didn't want to hear those words of course, immediately took action.

He didn't want to hear the word lucknut, much less explain how Gretta spent a hot night with a customer.

In fact, he even went astray at work and guarded the area around the Club while on patrol.

How could he bear to hear that story, if the culprit was the woman he loved himself.

Wait I have a lot of money, then I'll buy it myself from Wirlin, he decided that night.

"Empp.... Mmpphh..."

Gretta was still trying to free herself from Chiko's gripping palms.

Then Chiko, the man still doesn't want to let go. He glared at Gretta, hissing annoyed in a serious tone in front of the woman who suddenly fell silent.

"Don't say anything related to your night with another man. I prefer it when you mumble like this, Gretta."

Chiko paused for a moment from his words and slowly removed the grip, with his eye gradually becoming softer.

"I'm not going to interfere in your life, but I still want to be a part of what you live, until later," he continued seriously.

Gretta blinked quickly, trying not to bother with what Chiko said. But even so, she would not forbid and wait until the man tired herself.

"Sorry, I would never discuss him out there with you," Gretta said as she turned her gaze to another direction.

"It is better."

"Is that right? Can we talk about my identity?" added Gretta quickly as a toneless reply answered him.

"Yes, you see first, if you agree, I will contact Brian to enter this data into your identity later," said Chiko, returning to focus on the need, which happened to have been ordered by the boss.

Yes, the Boss of course specifically asked him to speed up the process of Nanda's identity to him.

Gretta who heard it immediately approached Chiko, meaning to stick to the man to take a closer look at the laptop screen that was now displayed in front of her.

He read it with a nod of his head, then turned around at the same time as Chiko who also looked at him. Thus, their sharp noses collided and Gretta reflexively backed away as she rubbed them.

"This-

"How-

Dugh!

Ugh....

Gretta held back a groan in her heart, still rubbing her now red nose. Just like Chiko, he was too but there was a small smile on his face.

"What? What are you talking about?" Chiko asked as he stopped stroking and instead stroked the woman's nose gently.

Gretta didn't deny it and just watched what Chiko was doing in silence. Even though it was clear, if the man asked what she wanted to say.

"Tta, what are you talking about," he reprimanded, repeating the question.

Ah!

Gretta flinched slightly and turned her gaze to the screen, then pointed to what was there after removing the man's long finger from her nose.

"This, Nanda, just like this is okay. I agree and hope that no one has fun prying my personal information," Gretta said explaining. "Oh yes, if we hide personal information can we not?" she continued, curious.

For people who are rich and influential like her family, she doesn't need to ask. Why, because she believes that many IT experts are happy to hide with a fee as collateral.

However, for her size like this, she has nothing to pay for.

Not what. She's just afraid that one day someone from her past who is fun, wants to disturb her and ends up prying out information about her until a pseudonym is sought. Just that.

"I can put a virus on your personal information, if you want. But won't that make people who want to know you even more curious?" Chiko asked back.

"Yeah, but I just don't want my identity to be known easily by other people, especially people from my past," Gretta said even though she nodded her head slightly.

Chiko who heard Gretta's explanation also nodded, then patted the woman's head so she turned and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Pat! Pat! Pat!

"I will do it."

"How much?"

Gretta's quick question was answered with a snort from Chiko. He took his hand away from her head, then leaned forward with a crooked smile on his face.

"Honestly I don't need money, not only your money but other money too," Chiko muttered casually, the tone she used sounded arrogant to Gretta who returned the lopsided smile with an innocent smile.

"Oh yes, then?"

"Thoughts, what do I need right now?" Chiko said moving his face forward, but Gretta didn't back down and stayed where she was.

"Too bad, I can't think of anything else, but one," Gretta replied defiantly.

"Then, what do you think about that?"

Chiko liked it when Gretta replied with a smile like that, even now his face and nose were rubbing against each other and exchanging the same oxygen.

"You want me, right?" said Gretta shamelessly, to the point and could have guessed from the start of her arrival.

Yes, she no longer needs to be ashamed of what she said if it was true.

After all, it was useless for her to keep playing innocent, if her own mind had started wandering from the start anyway.

She had recovered completely, since the touch of the grown man last night who treated her gently and moved calculatingly.

""You want me to be on your bed, don't you?" added Gretta more daring, even now her hand was tracing the chest with that beautiful shape.

Ssshh....

Chiko hissed blindly while still staring deep into the blue. Not looking away for even a second, staying focused as the blue looked at him seductively, seductively.

"Say, what do you want me to do right now? Say your name with a low moan or... Keep playing with my fingers like this, Chi-ko?" whispered Gretta with her fingers getting further down there, past the ABS with the number six sticking out.

Shit!

Grip!

Chiko immediately caught a mischievous finger that seemed happy to trace it with a light touch.

And again, since when was the finger trained? Why is her touch more stinging than other women?

"Are you smart? Since when did you learn this, Gretta? Why can your fingers pamper even with just a touch? Uncle last night turned out to be teaching you a lot, huh!"

Either sarcasm or praise, but Gretta didn't bother with anger and instead returned it with a sweet smile.