Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 8: The Drama of Pregnancy Prevention is Worth Appreciating

"Dump all that stuff!" robbin slams a large paper bag containing a piece of clothing.

However, Clay picked up the bag and placed it on the bed and took out the contents. "It's not cheap, Robbin, I don't want to."

"So you think that's more important than my orders?"

"Nothing is more important. I haven't been shopping for a long time, anyway" Clay argued.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot that you're a conglomerate girl who never lived a hard life, but that was it. Now, everything you wear must be from me. Hear that!" Robbin passed after issuing the rage that had been held back since. Very tired of watching the closeness of the wife with another man.

On the other hand, Clay smiled at Robbin's departure. He remembered an incident in the past, a ridiculous incident that was very pleasant. Hard to believe, but that's the most beautiful reality— to marry a mature and challenging man it.

That time with extraordinary diligence Clay flew to Thailand aiming to catch up with Robbin. Together with his two friends, Clay went through the Pratunam market. He lost track of his quarry there.

"Clay, I swear this is the craziest thing you've ever done, and my— is giving up!" knock one of his friends.

"Sst, he's special. We'd better split up," Clay broke up, "Let's just not gonna stray. Track me through the phone, I don't turn off the GPS. Once there is a good opportunity, do it right. Understood?"

"Okay, there's nothing you should call right away."

Clay does his own search, thinking Robbin is in one of the nightlife spots there. After much consideration, Clay enters one of the club's most famous.

"Guardecake!" It is a greeting that has the meaning of hello. The person standing in the doorway was like a security guard, but his clothes were more relaxed without a uniform.

Clay reviewed the smile, the atmosphere inside was so tight and dim. The lights highlight sharp and move fast. Hip-hop music jerks strongly, so the chest feels beaten hard.

Sometimes Clay has to squint in order to recognize Robbin's face carefully. He zigzags to break up the crowd. Some looked at him hungry, like wanting to swallow round because of the enormous influence of alcohol.

"Well, there it is!" Hurrying to swing the legs closer to the table in the corner of the room. A man sits by himself enjoying a cigarette. The person's eyes were fixed in one direction with no intention of switching to another place, until. "Robbin!"

Although Clay's voice sounded vague, the other person looked to the left, while the man named Robbin tried to hide himself by slumping behind the back of the sofa.

"Yes, my God, how unlucky is my fate!" his grunts while rubbing a rough face then looked at the guts of a beautiful girl who was walking down the street and attacked the crowd.

"Why are you here?" It was so furious that Clay sat without sin.

"A-a-I'm, being—" Clay brushed his eyebrows briefly with his index finger while answering the question, "Finding you, let alone?"

"For what? I have no obligation to take care of you, Miss!" pick up Robbin while turning off the embers on the end of his cigarette.

"Indeed, but you've stolen something from me" Clay accused without thinking and took a sip of champagne. Unaccustomed to it, he stuck out his tongue—feel bitter there. "Return my heart or your heart give it to me in exchange" he added, squinting.

Robbin ruffled his own hair and poured a little champagne into a high-legged glass. His head was throbbing with fatigue due to the loss of the target. "Stop messing with my life, miss!"

"Not until I get what I want."

Robbin sipped his champagne while looking up. This was one thing he avoided, meeting Clay was a disaster. It was enough for him to relate to an angelic-looking figure, but a demon-class heart was cursed.

What can Robbin do to repel Clay this time? He put an empty glass and looked at the watch on his wrist. Robbin sat up straight while thinking of a way to break away from the girl next to him.

However, Clay did not care at all. Without hesitation drink half a glass in one gulp until dizzy ambushed suddenly. His body shuddered at a glance and then burped. "Unbelievably, this is amazing," he murmured then poured again and forced Robbin to spend in a big gulp.

"Drunk can ruin common sense, Clay!" Robbie did not refuse.

"Ha-ha-ha, good, great, right? We can have fun." Clay got closer and attached his lips so quickly, that Robbin did not have time to dodge. The sensation of a hot kiss made the blood boil, realizing how eager to pull that slender waist and exhort the body to him.

Before the defense falters, Robbin pulls away until Clay rests his head on his shoulders. "It won't be easy" he hissed, because the distance between them was so close that the girl's breath hit the neck. While contacting someone, he leaned her onto the sofa. "Hello, Ber, the target came out of the club a while ago. I have business." The phone was turned off and put in his jacket pocket.

"Don't go, Robbin, please," Clay wiggled.

"Let's play around pretty tonight, Miss Clay," whispered Robbin, preparing to carry the girl's body. Incidentally this Club provides rooms for guests who want to stay.

The club crowd slightly held back Robbin's quick steps towards the room he had booked.

"Uh, this corresponds to his posture. My arm almost broke if only it took longer to lift it," Robbin grumbled after laying Clay's drooping body onto the bed.

"If only!" furious Robbin recalled the failure caused by Clay earlier.

Partly Robbin insisted on strangling him while the other part wanted to touch the end of the hair that partially covered Clay's face. Slowly put the gentle mane behind the ear. He tried his best not to do more of this. It is very difficult to get rid of the wild mind after the touch of the lips a moment ago.

Clay inched while holding his stomach, his groaning sounded simultaneously the entire stomach contents being spewed out.

"Oh, shit!" robbin, though reluctant, continues to clean up the mess Clay made.

"Robbin," Clay thinks. "Don't try to run from—" He blinked his eyes trying to reach for something, but was too weak to reach Robbin's arm.

In the morning, Clay found himself wrapped in a blanket with a slightly dizzy head. Trying to get out of bed and lower your feet from the bed.

"Where am I?" monologue Clay raucous, while lightly kneading the right temple. His dim eyes scan around to look for Robbin's whereabouts, but the results are nil.

Nausea strikes again, Clay rushes to the bathroom. His pale face flushed red as he took out the leftovers in the stomach. After leaning against the wall to maintain balance. He was well aware that alcohol could take over his consciousness, piercing last night was indeed fairly determined without calculation.

To keep the mind fresher, Clay washes the face and soaks the head. However, when looking in the mirror he found an awkwardness. The clothes worn last night turned into a shirt that was over the knee length.

Panic soon strikes, as lightning strikes Clay searches for his tote bag and finds it lying on the table.

"I have to—" muttered Clay did not continue to find the bukus pregnancy preventer fell on his leg. Suddenly the whole sense within me crumbled. Carefully, he checked the condition of the body, then read the notes he believed were Robbin's handwriting.

"Thank you for the pleasure last night. Don't worry about pregnancy, 'cause I've been using security."

Clay's round eyes flashed after reading Robbin's message. "There will be a good time to bring you to your knees under my feet!"

The conglomerate girl also cleaned up her belongings and then contacted a friend. He had to move quickly before Robbin actually left.

If you remember now, the drama of pregnancy prevention is worth appreciating. Clay was, after all, scared and embarrassed to death. Until now, have not dared to ask Robbin who has changed his clothes.

"The craziest trick" Clay muttered after remembering the place that witnessed the silent love of the two united—maybe only Clay felt that. How much he wanted Robbin, to make a big scandal that affected the reputation of the family. "Because, he and I have now officially become husband and wife."