My Hot ART
Heart's pounding
Sean propelled his motor at full speed, his chest pounding as he heard the frightened voice.
Not long after he reached the destination, he stepped his feet towards the green rented door.
"More!" sean knocked on the door repeatedly. He looked around him, there seemed lonely not a single person he saw. Maybe because it was midnight, all the rented residents there were already asleep.
"Irene! It's me Sean!" sean again.
The man looked very anxious because Irene did not open the door. But not for long the door opened from the inside, revealing Irene who looked chaotic.
"Se," Irene shrieked and hugged the tall man tightly, and shed her tears there.
"My stepdad knew I was here and he was taking me to the nightclub again but luckily I was able to escape. Se, I'm afraid.take me out of here," said Irene in a heartbreaking sobbing.
As expected if this would happen, then he wanted Irene to live in a safe environment, but the girl was too stubborn.
Sean sighed and rubbed Irene's back gently. One of his hands clenched tightly. Her heart throbbed pain when she saw Irene cry like that.
"Haven't cried, we'll move on from here" Sean said, unraveling Irene's embrace. Then he lowered his body to gently wipe Irene's tears away.
Sean's eyes squinted as he looked at Irene's bruised cheeks. "Who did it?" sean asked in a cold tone, his jaw getting hardened until his teeth grumbled.
"Dad," Irene replied quietly.
"Fuck!" sean, full of emotion. Irene grew frightened.
"Look!" Irene looked up and pulled up the end of Sean's shirt so the man could control his emotions.
Sean exhaled violently, then pulled Irene's hand out of the contract.
"In the meantime Se, I haven't taken my bag yet." Irene let go of Sean's hand and ran to her rented room and carried her bag.
"Have you?? Is there anything left behind?" sean asked, in return for a headband from Irene while holding her bag in the chest.
Then Sean runs his bike again splitting the streets of the deserted capital.
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"It's okay if you stay here again?" sean asked, as they reached the pavilion.
"Yes, it's okay," jawan Irene, reached out her hand for Sean to help him get off the bike.
Sean nodded then smiled and looked at Irene with a gentle look.
Irene who was stared at like that became misbehaved, and immediately turned her face away while allowing her glasses to sag from her tiny nose.
"Come, come in." Sean took Irene's hand. Whether conscious or not the man, but the actions of Sean were able to make Irene's heart lay not careless.
Yes, I fell in love with this dyer anyway? Inner Irene, while stroking her chest.
"At least you're safe here" said Sean, as they were inside the pavilion, and released his hand after he regained consciousness.
"Ah, Yes. Thank you, Se, for being so kind to me. And I'm sorry I was too stubborn yesterday, I didn't want to listen to your words" Irene said sincerely, and full of regrets.
"Yes, don't repeat it again" Sean replied, thinning his lips.
The two entered their rooms to rest.
Start no flavor nihh, cieeee Sean same Irene😆😆