My Hot Baby's
Boomerangs

The floor became one of Tristan's pedestals for sleeping. He would not budge out of this room just because he could not sleep on a soft mattress. As long as he was with Zareena at the side, he could sleep soundly.

Zareena, who has not been able to sleep, also began to pity if Tristan really stayed in his small room, and slept on the floor. But he must strengthen his heart. Counting as a lesson to that man.

Zareena doesn't care anymore. He should go to bed soon because tomorrow he has to go to work in the morning. He will be very bodo on Tristan. After all, he did not ask the man to stay over. If Tristan is sick, then it's not his fault.

While Tristan was so agitated. He could not sleep on the floor. Zareena also did not give him a blanket, while the woman was slumbering. Tristan wakes up, he peeks at Zareena who has changed position to be on her back. He kissed her forehead, then crawled up onto the bed. Let Zareena be angry later, as long as she can sleep well tonight.

In the morning, Zareena is awakened by the scent of baked sausages. He woke up from his sleep and was greeted by Tristan's smile.

"You're still here apparently." Zareena got off the bed, picked up a towel that was draped in a wire hanger, then stepped into the bathroom.

"Darling!" tristan's Tegur.

Zareena stopped stepping. "Don't call me that."

"I've prepared breakfast for you. You eat, I'm out for a minute."

Tristan walked out, then Zareena looked at one glass of milk and two roasted sausages. He missed the shower first. Filling the tummy, more important at this time.

"He's desperate to stay here. Let's see if he can still survive" murmured Zareena, then walked into the bathroom.

Zareena thinks Tristan will come back. After exiting the bathroom, he did not find the man in the room. Zareena just opened the towel. Then, he looked for clothes to wear, and at that moment the door was wide open. Tristan is back. Glued to see Zareena who had not worn anything.

"You're so disrespectful!"

Quickly the towel was struck. Tristan just smiled, then walked towards the nightstand. His phone was there apparently.

"I'll take you to the bakery. You get ready."

"No need!" Zareena said with a tinge. "Hurry out!"

"You're right. Why would I hide it from you." Zareena took off the towel again. He casually put on his clothes, and Tristan could not help but look at him.

How does it feel to see without touching? Tristan felt it now. The body called him. Tristan couldn't stand it, he cursed, then got out.

Zareena laughs. "He himself was hot."

Tristan tried to calm her body. Had wanted to tease Zareena, it turns out he was stuck. He should have just come out earlier, and of course the bottom there did not stiffen.

Tristan looked at the open door. "Let me drive you."

"No need, Tris."

"Come on, Zaree." Tristan.

"You really don't have a job?"

"I'm already rich. No need to work anymore."

"Because you're rich, you better find a woman there. You can have fun."

"I just want you."

"I don't like you."

"Stop, Zareena!" Tristan is loud.

"What do you want?" Zareena looked at him sharply.

Seriate