Kissing Strangers
Kissing Strangers - Kissing Strangers_Twenty Two

Chris went into the room. However, his hand was suddenly pulled from behind. Chris was surprised. As quickly as lightning looked back, seeing Ricko and Ricki holding their hands now.

"Don't Mister, if Mister goes inside, Calvin will be suspicious and wonder why you're angry. Calvin's gonna hurt Shakila." At the sight of Chris's jaw still hardened, Ricko clasped tightly onto Chris' wrist.

"Rightly what my brother Mister said, come on, we better get out of here Mister, who knows Calvin's men are also stalking us now, we shouldn't act rashly, no, think also of Shakila's safety in the future." Ricki chimed in while circulating his gaze around for a moment, which seemed quiet.

Instead of responding to the words of the two men, Chris snorted and jerked their hands violently. With a strong rumbling chest, he stepped away. Leaving Ricko and Ricki throwing glances at each other. After seeing Chris' back disappear, the two also passed from the place.

Meanwhile, in the laboratory room, when he felt his body on a crutch, Shakila quickly opened her eyes. His gaze immediately met with Calvin's eyes that did not blink his eyes from earlier, looking at the cute face of Shakila. In a split second, Shakila pushed back Calvin's chest. Then justify his shoelaces and then re-enforce his body.

"Shakila, are you okay?" Calvin asked again while staring fixedly.

"It's okay, sir." Shakila replied without looking at the other person. I don't know why she doesn't like the look Calvin's putting on her right now. Shakila is so uncomfortable.

"Related?" Calvin seems to be worried about Shakila.

Consider it a plan in return for Shakila. "Shakila excuse me sir, go to the toilet" Shakila said, without listening to Calvin's response, Shakila walked to the doorstep.

As soon as she got outside, Shakila grumbled as she took a quick step towards the back garden that led to the female-only toilet.

"Argh! This is really careless of you! Good thing Mr. Calvin is holding my body back, but why do I hear Mr. Calvin's heartbeat is fast." Shakila scratched her head for a moment because she had heard Calvin's heartbeat beating very fast. While walking straight ahead, Shakila seemed to think hard.

"Hhhhhmf!" Shakila shouted as from behind someone blocked her wrist and smothered her mouth instantly. Both of his eyes glanced to the side, seeing Chris pull his hand.

"Shftt, shut up." Chris gave Shakila a code to not make a sound. With a look of confused face Shakila just according. Chris lowered his hand and walked quickly while holding Shakila's hand.

"Sir, where are we going? Take Shakila's hand, sir. Sick Sir!" Shakila timidly said. He could feel the aura emanating from Chris' body being so cold at this moment.

No response, Chris instead accelerated his footsteps while glancing to the right and to the left, as if confirming something.

A few minutes later, Chris and Shakila are in a back building connected to the office. Chris deliberately chose the building because there are rarely people who pass by.

"Sir, take off Shakila's hand! It hurts...." Shakila was holding back the pain when Chris's check got stronger to make his hand turn a little blue.

Without a single word, Chris let go of Shakila's hand and stood before her.

"Did you always dress like this?" ask Chris for a moment. The scene in the laboratory room earlier, danced in his mind earlier. He could not help but feel jealousy in his heart, wanting to hide Shakila somewhere, so that no one could see her.

Shakila's forehead wrinkled faintly while looking at her own appearance for a moment, which she thought was mediocre, a light brown shirt paired with white cloth pants and all tightly covered. "Huh? What do you mean, sir, is there something wrong with Shakila's appearance? Ordinary feeling, "tapnya while looking at Chris.

"Ck! Ordinary what. Don't want to know, change skirts tomorrow!" With a sharp eye Chris said.

A rude snort sounded from Chris' nose instantly. "Not open what! Your shirt is tight, look at your chest is ha!" he said while pointing towards Shakila's chest suddenly.

Shakila chuckled for a moment, without many words crossing her hands across her chest.

"Ish you pervert! That is the thought of a perverted father! You have no right to forbid Shakila! I'm not Mommy or Daddy Shakila not even a girlfriend! So you don't have to be angry!" shakila shouted, letting out her emotions.

"Easter?" With one eyebrow raised Chris made a sound. "You said your own lecturer was perverted? You're saying you don't have the right to be angry with you?"

"Yes, that's perverted, isn't it? Yes, you have no right, you are not Shakila." When saying the word nobody, Shakila's lips immediately manyuned.

Chris grinned thinly, seeing Shakila's response. What he thought was tempting him, how not, from then on he even focused with Shakila's lips twitching unceasingly. Without saying a word he pulled Shakila's hand back in one hit, until Shakila's head hit the chest of her field. There is no longer any distance between them. Chris pulled Shakila's waist up to her chest.

"Ahk! What do you want to do?" Shakila was panicked. He tried to push Chris' chest but his strength lost.

"Didn't you just say you were a pervert?" Chris smiled smirk while looking at Shakila's eyes that looked increasingly panicked.

Shakila did not answer. Chris held onto both cheeks of Shakila quickly then sprinkled a kiss on the lips.

As her lips were silenced, Shakila's eyes widened perfectly. A strange sensation spread instantly in the recesses of his heart as Chris deepened his kiss. Shakila was eager to push Chris. However, his heart's desire was the opposite. Shakila was so swept up in the man's game.

Slowly, Shakila's eyelids began to close and he unconsciously returned the fondness given Chris. Pointing her hands to Chris' neck, Shakila tiptoed, balancing Chris' height. For a moment the two human beings seemed to forget themselves. Chris hugged Shakila so tightly. However, they did not realize that there were four pairs of eyes, behind the bushes, looking at their movements earlier. Who else would it be if two bald-headed men, Chris' men. Since Calvin was on campus, they did not take their eyes off his boss.

Shakila let out a moment as Chris parsed his embrace for a moment. He stared into Chris' eyeballs, which were now propping up his cheeks.

"Father doesn't want to know, if someone asks if you already have a lover, just answer, already, understand?" said Chris.

Bak a magic Shakila nodded slowly. Then Chris took Shakila into his arms again.

"Father doesn't like you near other men besides you!" chris said, firmly while gently tucking Shakila's head.

In Chris' arms, Shakila raised her head. "Huh? But sir, we're not pa–"

Bruk!

"Awh! It hurts so bad pant4tku...." Shakila complained of pain as her body was pushed to the back. As fast as lightning he looked at Chris and exclaimed, "Father of anything at all! Very rude to know!" Trudgingly he stood up.

Instead of replying to Shakila's words, Chris just walked away, without any intention of helping Shakila.

Shakila looked up for a moment. "Si4lan's! Basic perverted lecturer, crazy, psyco! Ahk! May he fall bird shit!" he shouted while stomping his feet, expelling all his irritation. Behind him, a few meters away, Calvin frowned, looking at Shakila screaming indistinctly at this moment.