“Master Kyrillos?” The voice that a

“Master Kyrillos?” The voice that answered the call on the stranger’s phone – the stranger who was not Chris – was immediately familiar to Pollyanna.
“Abram?” she gasped.
The voice on the other end of the line gasped as well. “Is that you, Polly?”
It was Abram!
“Oh God, Polly,” Abram groaned. “Why do you have Master Kyr’s phone? What did you do?”
She didn’t know whether to feel confused or insulted. Why was he assuming this was her fault? And Master Kyr? Who the heck was—
Pollyanna froze.
Wasn’t the name of Teleios’ reclusive owner…Kyrillos Gazis?
“Polly? Are you there?”
Paling, she whispered through dry lips, “A-Abram, am I using Kyrillos Gazis’ phone?”
“Yes.” Abram’s tone was miserable. “What did you do, Polly?”
She was beginning to feel faint. “I think I…” She couldn’t think straight, too busy trying to recall the things she had said. Had she unintentionally insulted him in any way? What if he got back at Abram because of it? Or even Ezio and Dinah?
She suddenly remembered what she told him about Chris loaning Abram’s gear to her, and she whispered, “I think I got you into trouble.”
There was an audible gulp, but Abram answered her bravely, “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not your fault.”
“It is,” she countered guiltily. “I thought he was Chris, you see, and I told him what you told me, so now he knows, and…” She winced at the way Abram let out a girlish squeak of terror.
“The thing is, Polly, I lied, too,” Abram admitted in a low, shamed voice. “I really don’t have any gear there, but Chris is my bud, and…” His voice trailed off.
Feeling bad for Abram, Pollyanna forgot about her own worries and squared her shoulders, saying, “I’ll make things right, I promise.”
“But Polly, Master Kyrillos isn’t the type—”
She hurriedly cut him off, saying, “I, umm, got to go. I’ll call you later, okay?” The truth was, she didn’t want to hear anything discouraging about the island’s owner. She was already nervous as it was. She didn’t need to know more terrifying things about Kyrillos Gazis.
And then she belatedly remembered the warning issued to her.
Two minutes…and she had what left?
Thirty or twenty seconds?
“You almost didn’t make it.” His tone was lazily amused, and pure wickedness gleamed in his compelling hazel eyes as he watched Pollyanna climb up into his yacht, collapse on the deck, and fight to catch her breath afterwards.
She wanted to kill him, but she was too tired to lift a muscle. Getting to his yacht in half a minute was no joke, especially when he had it moored a short distance away from the shore.
Still flat on her back on his deck, she opened her eyes and told him hopefully, “You can’t be as evil as you seem to be, right?”
Kyrillos Gazis only smiled. Bending down to take his phone from her hands, he asked with sham concern, “Has Abram allayed all your fears then?”
She made a face at him. “You. Know. He. Would.” But her retort sounded a thousand times lamer than it should have been, with the way she was still trying to catch her breath. I’m going to exercise more after this, Pollyanna vowed to herself.
With her expressive face revealing her every thought, Kyr struggled to rein in his amusement. When he was certain he could speak evenly, he said, “Follow me, please. And I’ll give you just thirty seconds to stand up this time.”
Pollyanna groaned, but knowing she was in no position to argue, she forced herself to move. “Tyrant,” she muttered under her breath.
“I heard that,” he said over his shoulder.
“You were meant to,” she retorted.
He laughed.
As Pollyanna followed behind him, she tried to rack her brains of whatever she knew about Kyrillos Gazis. A billionaire, she thought after a moment. She had definitely read somewhere that he was a billionaire. But unlike other billionaires, he was no playboy, she also recalled reading.
“Are you really not a playboy?” she blurted out loud.
Kyr almost lost his footing at the unexpected question. Halting in his tracks, he spun to face her. “Excuse me?”
“Sorry,” she said awkwardly. “I was just curious.”
He raised a brow. “Do you want me to be a playboy?”
It was her turn to be shocked. “Uh…” What kind of question was that? She couldn’t even imagine any other boy she knew who would think of asking the same thing. It was just so…
Manly.
The word came out of nowhere, but she knew, as soon as she thought it, that there was no better way to describe him.
Her gaze met the billionaire’s, and what she saw in his eyes made Pollyanna feel the strangest thing.
It started as the faintest tingle, but the electrifying sensation spread swiftly all over her body until she was almost beside herself with restlessness. She suddenly felt empty and aching and she didn’t understand why. Her breasts also felt different, like they were heavy and swollen, like they had to be…what?
A shadow fell over her, and she gasped upon finding that the billionaire was standing right in front of her, so close that she smelled the scent of his aftershave, something masculine and exotic,

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

"Guru Kyrillos?" Suara yang menjawab panggilan di telepon asing - orang asing yang tidak Chris - segera akrab bagi Pollyanna.
"Abram?" Ia terengah-engah.
Suara di ujung lain dari garis itu tersentak juga. "Apakah Anda, Polly?"
Itu Abram!
"Oh Tuhan, Polly," Abram mengerang. "Mengapa Anda memiliki ponsel Guru Kyr ini? Apa yang Anda lakukan? "
Dia tidak tahu apakah harus merasa bingung atau menghina. Mengapa dia menduga ini adalah salahnya? Dan Master Kyr? Siapa sih adalah-
Pollyanna membeku.
Bukankah nama teleios 'tertutup pemilik ... Kyrillos Gazis?
"Polly? Kau di sana? "
Paling, bisiknya dengan bibir kering," A-Abram, saya menggunakan ponsel Kyrillos Gazis '? "
" Ya. "Nada Abram sangat menderita. "Apa yang kau lakukan, Polly?"
Dia mulai merasa pingsan. "Saya pikir saya ..." Dia tidak bisa berpikir jernih, terlalu sibuk mencoba mengingat hal-hal yang ia mengatakan. Apakah dia sengaja menghinanya dengan cara apapun? Bagaimana jika dia kembali pada Abram karena itu? Atau bahkan Ezio dan Dinah?
Dia tiba-tiba teringat apa yang ia bercerita tentang Chris meminjamkan gigi Abram padanya, dan dia berbisik, "Saya pikir saya punya Anda ke dalam kesulitan."
Ada tegukan terdengar, tapi Abram menjawab dia berani, "Apa pun itu adalah, aku yakin itu bukan salahmu. "
" Hal ini, "dia balas dengan rasa bersalah. "Saya pikir dia Chris, Anda lihat, dan saya mengatakan kepadanya apa yang Anda katakan kepada saya, jadi sekarang dia tahu, dan ..." Dia meringis di jalan Abram mengeluarkan squeak genit teror.
"Masalahnya, Polly, aku berbohong juga, "Abram mengakui dengan suara malu yang rendah. "Saya benar-benar tidak memiliki gigi setiap sana, tapi Chris adalah bud saya, dan ..." Suaranya menghilang.
Merasa buruk bagi Abram, Pollyanna lupa tentang kekhawatiran sendiri dan bahunya, mengatakan, "Aku akan membuat hal-hal yang benar , aku janji. "
" Tapi Polly, Guru Kyrillos bukan jenis-"
dia buru-buru memotong dia pergi, mengatakan," saya, umm, harus pergi. Aku akan meneleponmu nanti, oke? "Sebenarnya, dia tidak ingin mendengar apa-apa mengecilkan tentang pemilik pulau. Dia sudah gugup seperti itu. Dia tidak perlu tahu hal-hal yang lebih menakutkan tentang Kyrillos Gazis.
Dan kemudian dia terlambat ingat peringatan dikeluarkan untuk dirinya.
Dua menit ... dan dia memiliki apa yang tersisa?
Tiga puluh atau dua puluh detik?
"Anda hampir tidak berhasil." Nya nada itu malas geli, dan kejahatan murni bersinar di mata cokelat yang menarik sambil mengamati Pollyanna memanjat ke kapal pesiar, runtuh di dek, dan berjuang untuk menarik napas setelah itu.
dia ingin membunuhnya, tetapi ia terlalu lelah untuk mengangkat otot. Mendapatkan ke yacht di setengah menit itu lelucon, terutama ketika dia itu ditambatkan jarak jauh dari pantai.
Masih telentang di dek nya, ia membuka matanya dan mengatakan kepadanya mudah-mudahan, "Anda tidak bisa sejahat Anda tampaknya, benar? "
Kyrillos Gazis hanya tersenyum. Membungkuk untuk mengambil telepon dari tangannya, ia bertanya dengan keprihatinan palsu, "Apakah Abram disembuhkan semua ketakutan Anda itu?"
Dia membuat wajah padanya. "Kamu. Tahu. Dia. Akan. "Tapi retort nya terdengar seribu kali lamer daripada seharusnya, dengan cara dia masih berusaha untuk menarik napas. Aku akan latihan lagi setelah ini, Pollyanna bersumpah pada dirinya sendiri.
Dengan wajah ekspresif mengungkapkan dirinya setiap pikiran, Kyr berjuang untuk mengendalikan rasa gelinya. Ketika ia yakin ia bisa berbicara secara merata, katanya, "Ikuti saya, silakan. Dan saya akan memberikan Anda hanya tiga puluh detik untuk berdiri saat ini. "
Pollyanna mengerang, tapi mengetahui dia tidak dalam posisi untuk berdebat, ia memaksa dirinya untuk bergerak. "Tyrant," gumamnya pelan.
"Aku mendengar itu," katanya dari balik bahunya.
"Kau dimaksudkan untuk," dia balas.
Dia tertawa.
Sebagai Pollyanna diikuti di belakangnya, dia mencoba memeras otak nya apa pun tahu tentang Kyrillos Gazis. Sebuah miliarder, pikirnya setelah beberapa saat. Dia pasti telah membaca bahwa ia adalah seorang miliarder. Tapi tidak seperti miliuner lainnya, ia tidak playboy, dia juga ingat membaca.
"Apakah Anda benar-benar tidak playboy?" Sergahnya keras.
Kyr hampir kehilangan pijakan di pertanyaan tak terduga. Menghentikan langkahnya, dia berputar menghadapi nya. "Maaf?"
"Maaf," katanya canggung. "Saya hanya ingin tahu."
Dia mengangkat alisnya. "Apakah kau ingin aku menjadi playboy?"
Itu gilirannya akan terkejut. "Uh ..." Pertanyaan macam apa itu? Dia bahkan tidak bisa membayangkan anak lain dia tahu siapa yang akan memikirkan menanyakan hal yang sama. Itu hanya begitu ...
Manly.
Kata datang entah dari mana, tapi dia tahu, segera setelah dia pikir, bahwa tidak ada cara yang lebih baik untuk menggambarkan dirinya.
Tatapannya bertemu dengan miliarder, dan apa yang dilihatnya di matanya membuat Pollyanna merasakan hal yang aneh.
Ini dimulai sebagai tergelitik samar, tapi sensasi electrifying menyebar dengan cepat di seluruh tubuhnya sampai dia hampir di samping dirinya dengan gelisah. Dia tiba-tiba merasa kosong dan sakit dan dia tidak mengerti mengapa. Payudaranya juga merasa berbeda, seperti mereka berat dan bengkak, seperti mereka harus ... apa?
Sebuah bayangan jatuh, dan dia tersentak setelah menemukan bahwa miliarder itu berdiri tepat di depannya, begitu dekat sehingga ia berbau aroma aftershave-nya, sesuatu yang maskulin dan eksotis,