My Hot Baby's
One Car

"I'm pulling my car. Later in the afternoon I'll take it," said Tristan.

"You want to go home now?" ask Valdo.

"Yes, I want to go back home. There's a lot of work waiting."

"It's a shame I can't take you. I'll just have Zareena. It just so happened that my sister's cooking course was in line with your house. I'll have him drive you first" Valdo said.

Tristan's forehead is wrinkled. It seemed like he would quickly grow old as he often frowned. There is nothing strange if a woman learns to cook, but if Zareena is cooking it like impossible. Zareena deserves to be a seductive woman alone according to Tristan.

"Your sister is getting married?" ask Tristan.

"No, why?"

"Why did he learn to cook?"

"For her future husband" replied Valdo.

"The bastard has a future husband?"

Valdo chuckled, "My sister has to get married someday, right? What's wrong with him preparing himself from now on?"

Tristan wheezing. "That's good."

"Wait here. I'll call him" Valdo said.

Tristan's chance to avenge the girl. Zareena had made her passion rise last night without giving her a way to resolve it. Tristan will do the same to the girl.

"Can't he take a taxi?" zareena said to Valdo. "Why should I drive him?"

"Zareena," scolded Mary.

"okay, Mama. Zareena's gonna drive him."

The girl immediately stepped out of the house to meet Tristan who was leaning on her own car.

"You drive" said Zareena.

"You were told to take me, Miss."

Zareena snorted then stepped towards the black car that had been prepared by her family driver. Tristan smiled looking at the annoyed face of the grumpy miss.

"Miss Zaree, I'm ready. Please drive the car well" Tristan said when he got in the car.

"Bring up your seatbelt" Zaree said.

"Safety belt?" ask Tristan. "I didn't bring it. But I can throw it outside."

Tristan moved his body forward, then whispered in Zareena's ear, "Miss, you have to take responsibility for me."

Zareena's eyes widened as Tristan blew her ears. He kept away from the man. Tristan pulled away and smiled looking at him.

"Stay away from me!" Zareena.

"You're the one who pulled me closer."

"It's up to you not to wear the belt."

Zareena immediately drove the car out of the courtyard of the house. He deliberately drove fast to teach Tristan a lesson. It's not Tristan's name if he doesn't have any sense. The man hugged Zareena.

"Surge!" shout Zareena.

"If I die, then I'll take you" Tristan said.

The vehicle began to slow down. However, Tristan was still reluctant to take off his embrace on Zareena. It was too convenient for him to take off the woman.

"Look or not, I can kick you out of my car" Zaree said.

"Don't be angry, honey," Tristan said.

Zareena pulled the car over on the side of the road. Tristan was still reluctant to pull himself off the girl's shoulder. Even he closed his eyes enjoying the perfume that Zareena was wearing.

"Feel this," said Zareena.

"Take me off!" tristan.

Zareena's curling Tristan's head. "Still want to lean on my shoulder?"

"No!" tristan.

Zareena. Tristan's face was red. He rubbed the neck that had just been the victim of the grumpy girl.

"You want to kill me?" tristan.

"I want to tear you apart. You'd better sit quietly and put your seatbelt on. If you dare again, your head will just come off" Zareena recounted.

"Freaky girl. There won't be a man who's interested in a rude girl."

"If there is none, then I will marry you. Every night I would torture you until you wanted to die" Zareena said.

Tristan shuddered in horror. "It's so cruel."

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