ARSHAKA
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***notes author

hi, how are you all?

may you always be healthy.

Various considerations, I will finally continue this story until the end.

So you don't have to move stalls to read my dedek gemesh story.

Happy reading

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Warning 18+

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My bead was endlessly looking at the picture figura of Arshaka neatly lined up on the wall of his room. Just like Reymond, it turns out that Arshaka likes to display his photos while holding a Cup or certificate that he has achieved.

There is also a Glass Wardrobe large enough in the corner of the room filled with golden Cups there. I'm guessing there might be dozens of Cups there, there's also a medal necklace that just hangs on a Cupboard lever.

I shouldn't be in Arshaka's room right now, but considering it was late afternoon and I didn't tell Dad and Leo that I was skipping college, so I went back to Arshaka's house and I waited for him here while he was cleaning himself in the bathroom outside.

I was also offered to take a bath in another bathroom, but I refused. Taking a bath in a conglomerate's mansion.

It's better and more comfortable if I take a shower in my house.

My gaze turned to the stack of books neatly lined up on the wall shelf. I was a little amazed to see Arshaka reading this many books.

Not just textbooks and fiction, Biography and History books are also here. And the average book has a thickness that makes me feel good when I imagine Arshaka reading the books.

But for a man like Arshaka it sounds strange if he likes to read thick books.

But I salute. Because now men who like to read books are rarely seen, other than because of the demands.

"don't you really want to take a shower here?"

I turned around, finding Arshaka who had entered the room while drying her hair using a towel.

Calm. He was wearing full clothes. Don't think weird.

"thank you. I take a shower at home." I refuse. I turned back to look at the pile of books. One by one I read the title on the back of the book, then my bead caught a wood that looked like a figura.

Reflex I pulled the figura. I widened my eyes when I saw the figura featuring a little boy who had a funny looking hair bangs. I estimate it's less than 5 years old.

This picture of a child is Arshaka.

I watched the little Arshaka closely, his face radiating as if he was being depressed. Those large eyes displayed a smooth looking highlight, glazed over.

And on each side of the photo looks deliberately cut. I can see on Arshaka's right shoulder showing a hand of someone holding it.

"what are you looking at?"

I turned my head when Arshaka was standing right next to me. And I watched with my own two eyes, Arshaka's face instantly changed as I held the picture figura.

Arshaka quickly snatched the picture and headed to the closet and threw it roughly into the closet.

I turned my head glued to see Arshaka's facial expression turn stiff and dark. 

And before long Arshaka's facial expression changed back. It still looks stiff but he can still smile thinly.

I was quite stunned to see Arshaka change in an instant.

When Arshaka started to step closer to me, I moved back away from him.

"Bee.."

Until my steps stopped when my back hit the side of the study table.

Right now I was facing a stranger who wanted to pounce on me.

Now Arshaka and I stand facing each other. Trying to move as much as possible, even though my heartbeat is too strong.

My mind also kept spinning leading to some questions about the snippet.

Does Arshaka have something he can't explain?

What is the meaning behind this photo?

Does the photo relate to the deaths of his parents?

I wanted to ask but I buried my intentions. I feel unworthy to ask him that. It's too personal and maybe Arshaka will feel disturbed if I ask that.

"I'm so sorry Bee. I didn't mean to make you afraid. I promise I won't repeat it again."

For a moment I was silent and before long I nodded quickly. Arshaka smiled again, but now looked sincere. Then he kissed my forehead long enough.

His kiss made my heart go back too fast, until both of my hands felt cold hot in his grasp.

After he was satisfied to kiss, he put his forehead on my forehead. Interlocked. Along with the gazes we are meeting at this moment. 

Then Arshaka's gaze came down on my lips.

Suddenly my feelings returned bad.

My mind began to ask to immediately move away from Arshaka and move out of her room.

But late.

Arshaka's lips are on my lips.

Then he grabbed my lips and took a deep sip.

Instantly my body froze and my breath became choked.

Also I can't think of how I'm gonna let go of this kiss right away.

And that sweetness turned into a hot and wild taste.

My mind froze, my desire had already managed to dominate.

I started trying to reply to Arshaka's soft, deep lips, then we exchanged saliva and played our tongues inside.

Not only on the lips, I could also feel the heat radiating across my body as Arshaka felt my back slowly. Then one of his hands began to creep in behind my shirt, followed by another, gently stroking my back and stomach with a movement that made me feel floating.

"Bee, just continue on the bed." whispered in my ear with a heavy voice. I don't agree, but I don't refuse. But I followed his steps as he pulled me and he threw me into bed.

Support me and resume our hot kiss.

Even though I was lulled by our deepening kiss, I could still feel that Arshaka's hands had started to crawl up and managed to cupper both of my chests behind the bra.

I held Arshaka's hands together to prevent it.

"sweet rilex, I won't make you sick." whispered Arshaka again in a heavy tone. Then he played the top of my chest, made me jump and call his name heavy.

I moaned as Arshaka started pulling my t-shirts and bras up and he sucked one of my chests and played the tip with his tongue.

"Goddessa..."

My low ground stopped as Arshaka let go of his suction and looked up looking up at me fixedly. Soon she allowed my clothes again, woke me up and hugged me tightly.

"sorry Bee. I'm release. Sorry."

I who was still half conscious just fell silent in his arms. At least I was a little relieved because we didn't make it.

Then Arshaka let go of our embrace. Then he asked me where my phone was and he immediately looked for it in my backpack that I put on his desk.

I moved closer to Arshaka who was playing my phone. I don't wear a special keylock, so everyone has easy access to my phone.

But I regretted it after he said to me,

"i've installed GPS again on your phone. All your chat history and phone calls are easy to track on this phone, also I will find out wherever you are. So I'll know if you do anything." she said lightly as she shook my phone in her hand.

"do you know that anyway?" I screech not accept and grumble dislike.

"and if any man tries to approach you or vice versa, you will get Bee's punishment."

"you can't treat me like that, Ar." my hiss disliked and he snorted cynically.

"i can, because you're my girlfriend."

"no Arsha. We're not dating. Like you no." Elak me again.

"if you don't like me, it should be when I kiss you, you push me, slap me, or fight me. But in fact, neither you nor I, we both enjoy."

I can only gape in disbelief looking at Arshaka. 

I want to be angry, but I can only hold it deep.

Because what Arshaka said is true. I enjoyed that kiss too.

I immediately grabbed my phone and was about to leave it. I couldn't hold my anger and shame in front of him.

"where are you going, baby?" arshaka asked as she pulled my hand.

"home!" ketus me fast, avoiding his gaze.

"i'll drive you home."

"no. No need! I want to go home alone and don't want to be escorted with you." reject me again while clasping his hand.

I wanted to step back, but my body was lifted up because Arshaka was holding me and was resting on one of his shoulders.

"Arshaka get me down!"

I begged him to let me down, but he paid no heed. And now the embarrassment is growing because Arshaka was reckless to carry me out of his room and be seen by some of his house workers.

Including Reymond who was busy reading the newspaper in the middle room.

Back I whined to him to immediately put me down. I even accidentally grabbed her hair.

"Arshaka, put Bianca down!"

Reymond's word then after he got out of the chair and Arshaka immediately obeyed him. I immediately confirmed my clothes and stood stiff as Reymond stared at me flat.

And Arshaka was unmoved while putting on her mischievous smile.

I think I want to grab it again until it falls out of hair.

Reymond's gaze drew sharp, from Arshaka then looked at me, then moved again to Arshaka.

Then he breathed tired.

"why was Bian treated like that?" reymond asked Arshaka. Arshaka replied that he was forced to carry me because I did not want to be driven home by him.

"Bianca wants to go home?" now Reymond turned to me and spontaneously I lowered my head. Kepergok carried Arshaka like before it felt like I could not show my face to the old man in front of me. 

"iya Cake. Bian wants to go home."

"if that's what dinner was here for. The food will soon be ready."

Slowly I glanced at my watch, it turned out that time had shown at 6 pm.

"Bian eat at home only Cake. Bian doesn't want to be troublesome." I replied in a condescending tone. I really don't want to trouble the residents of this luxurious house.

Once again Reymond tried to persuade me again to come to dinner with them. He'll even call Dad so I can have dinner with them.

Inevitably I nodded, assuring his invitation.

Rather than Reymond calling Dad just to ask permission so I could join him for dinner here.

I glanced back at Arshaka who was smiling glancing at me indistinctly.

Not grandpa neither grandson makes me forced to resign.

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