My Hot Baby's
Niat

Truly Tristan wanted to make her a servant. There was another request from the man. In addition to chocolate milk, biscuits, Tristan also wants cut fruit. Zareena followed that wish.

"Otherwise what do your masters want?" ask Zareena.

"That's all, Miss. The master told you to drive him to the room" said the maid.

"Okay, please help me" said Zareena, who held up a tray filled with food ordered by Tristan.

Zareena didn't even allow the waiter to lift the tray. He just wanted Tristan's housekeeper, to lead him to the room.

The door was knocked first, then opened by the maid. Zareena stepped in and then heard the lawang was closed. Tristan was looking at the outside area from behind his window sills. Wearing a satin-based sleeping robe. So sexy especially the man's hair looks disheveled.

"I brought you your order" said Zareena.

Tristan turned herself. "Let's put it on the table."

"Alright," said Zareena then put the tray on the table. He walked to reach for the doorknob, but Tristan's words stopped him.

"Nobody told you to leave, Miss Zareena, yet" Tristan said.

Zareena folds her hands in her stomach. "Sorry, Sir. But I'm not a girl like the one at the nightclub. I was a guest. Shouldn't the host treat their guests well?"

Tristan walked over, passing Zareena to the door. Zareena turned her head when she heard the sound of the key turning. Tristan locked the door while he was still inside.

"You!" Zareena.

"You need to know, Miss. The host also has the right to do anything to his guests including locking him up like a bird."

"I need to tell my brother's best friend's insolent attitude." Zareena wanted to grab the key, but Tristan got to it first.

Lock that room, pocketed in a sleeping robe pocket. Tristan feels he won this time because if Zareena wants to come out, then he has to take it.

Tristan is advancing himself. "You can take it yourself, miss."

"I don't want to play."

"Don't test my patience." Zareena pulled the robe, but Tristan deliberately attracted herself until she hit the woman's body.

"You tease me, honey," whispered Tristan, clutching Zareena's ear lobe.

"Stop!" snapped Zareena.

"You started it first, Zareena. You must take responsibility for what you've started."

"I didn't do anything" Zareena said.

"You started it. You make me think of you all the time" Tristan said.

Zareena pushed the man's body. "Your imagination will not work for me. I warned you I wasn't the girl at the club that night."

"I've explained everything to you, Zareen!"

"You don't have to explain anything."

"Then why did you stay away from me?" ask Tristan. "If you say we don't have a relationship and we just play, then I want us to play again, like that time. I'm not gonna hold myself back from screaming under my body."

"The game is over and I don't intend to repeat it" Zareena said.

"But I want it so much." Tristan pushed Zareena until the woman sat on the bed.

"So, you want to force me out of desperation?"

"What do you mean?"

"Say you're a womanizer, but you're not good at seducing and you want to force me. It's called harassment" Zareena said.

Tristan leaned over, touching Zareena's smooth cheeks with her pointed nose. "I'm willing to play."

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