"You are mine," said Charlos. "I won't let anyone else touch you but me."
Rissa smiled in happiness. "Of course. I'm yours."
Rissa leaned on Charlos's shoulder while gently stroking his chest. Charlos also tucked one hand under Rissa's armpit while rubbing her breasts. It was amused, but Charlos did it gently, even though it had almost revived his passion.
"Elizabeth took us all to eat at the cafe," said Rissa. "Satria insisted on riding me on his motorbike. Actually, I could have gone with Pamela, but Satria kept insisting. Finally, I had to sit on his motorbike. After the dinner is over, I went home with Pamela."
"Is that true?"
Rissa straightened her back so that she could get a better look at Charlos.
"Yes, I do. Of course. I won't lie to you."
Charlos sighed. "Okay then. Next time, don't make me worry anymore. You have to give me some news. Okay?"
"Okay, Boss." Rissa smiled widely.
