My Hottest Man's
Chapters 31. Sweet but Phsycho

Bellova worked non-stop for three days. Just stop to sleep on the couch. Viviane will be fittings in two days.

Paul Damier sent a message that Greg Luigi would visit him. And Bellova bengalai. Greg has called himself, acquainted. The man was polite and bright, from the way he greeted Bellova. They're meeting for dinner.

Not without reason, Bellova accepted Greg Luigi. Raymundo Alvaro is invisible in three days. Bellova has lost hope. I don't understand why it can't kill taste. Although, he had used all his strength and used his precious time to get busy working. The more he attempted to erase, the stronger the shadow Raymundo Alvaro attached to him.

The figure of Raymundo Alvaro could be a mysterious paradox for Bellova. No word can explain the personality of the strangest man like Raymundo Alvaro who seemed to build a giant wall to fortify himself so that not everyone can climb, except certain people are allowed.

"Let's have dinner outside, miss, before we go home."

Kayla had finished stringing the pearl balls on the dress and belt.

"Go! I have an appointment with someone."

Clean up the room and see the overall look of the dress that will be completed the remaining 30% again, Bellova wears a coat. Viviane will be so pretty wearing this beautiful dress and that man will be the luckiest man. Bellova had been shocked pain hundreds of times each time she remembered Raymundo Alvaro. Get out of the studio and lock the studio. He turned around and was shocked when a man stood there.

"Miss Bellova ...," said the man with a warm smile. "Luigi's Reg." Give her a hand and smile kindly at her.

Bellova was surprised, staring at the hand and then at the man she was betrothed to. Had seen Greg's picture, still felt foreign.

"I was thinking of picking you up and we could walk away from the restaurant while having a small talk." Greg hesitated, perhaps worried Bellova misunderstood.

"Oh yes, Mr. Luigi. I'm Bellova." They shake.

Greg allowed Bellova and looked after her while she was crossing.

"Do you work in Lisbon?" bellova asked starting an awkward conversation between them. Bellova put both hands into the coat pocket.

"Yes. My work place is not far from here. I work in a textile company."

Bellova let out a long sigh, they started to introduce themselves. Shouldn't true rules be like that? Start with introduce yourself before anything else. He and Raymondo share the most secret of them without knowing anything.

"really? I see, textile manufacturing never dims, will not die of style and will continue to grow."

"Just like a wedding you always need. People cannot live without thread. Except, we're back to the initial creation."

"Our world is the same." Bellova chimed in, smiling back.

"Yes. All products, exported abroad after domestic needs are met."

"It's amazing."

They arrived at a slightly hidden three-story restaurant. Chapito Resto's. Go inside and find a long line. That's a sign, this restaurant is great.

"Let's go upstairs. I've booked the table early because this place is always crowded."

Greg Luigi made it comfortable at first impression, destroyed it awkwardly, but that doesn't mean Bellova stops thinking about Raymundo Alvaro. He was always throbbing between love and being upset at the man. Moreover the boundless longing, even shamelessly treading on his pride as well as dignity, continued to lead to Raymundo Alvaro. Really sucks.

They climb a narrow spiral staircase to a more private floor. Greg pulled her from behind.

Fantastical.

Shabby chic restaurant style, simple but very beautiful interior design. Sarat is romantic. The view of Lisbon at night and the 25 de Abril bridge over the Tagus river, not as powerful as the Vasco da Gama bridge but very beautiful when all the lights are on.

They choose the most corner place, where they can enjoy the food as well as the view. A couple filled another table on that floor.

"Here you?" ask Greg while offering the menu.

"No. We have a kitchen in the studio and the supermarket sells fresh produce not far from there. So, we rarely go to restaurants."

"That's great."

"I also brought Bacalhau from home."

Bacalhau is a codfish that has been dried, so it is like a salted fish.

"Our families are true sailors, cod fish are abundant in the Atlantic Ocean. And I'm sure Flores has a lot."

"Yes, you're right."

Bellova checked the menu a little shriveled.

"Don't be surprised, the menu here is a little, Bellova."

"It's a sign of food, made by order."

"Yes, without any doubt" Greg agreed. "What message do you want?" greg asked attentively.

"Anything, Sir."

They finally ordered two drinks, a cheese board, roasted beef, two main dishes and two desserts.

"Your work must be a lot of fun, Bellova."

Waiting for the food to come, Greg as a whole, wanted to appear flexible and learn about himself. Bellova appreciates that. Raymundo Alvaro learns of himself in one night when they make love and decides that Bellova opens her type.

Oh shit, forget that guy!

"Yes, we're tackling one of someone's most historic days. A small mistake will ruin a business."

"I cannot say extraordinary, but I must admit that only diligent, painstaking and imaginative people can exist in this field."

Though it was too early to judge, Greg held respect and admiration for him. Not quickly lulled, it's just, why can't Raymundo Alvaro have a little warmth like Greg Luigi.

Bellova, enough! How can you walk forward if your head is still turning backwards?

"I can't deny your opinion. However, you will find that this work requires creativity, full encouragement to suppress problems and high adaptability to the client's will."

"I won't be able to."

Their food is coming.

"The cheese board here is the best I think. Please try."

They were just about to eat when Belova caught the silhouette of Viviane entering the room. Bellova held her breath, she began to go insane. In Lisbon, there are many restaurants. There's no way Viviane's here and there ....

Bellova almost choked on cheese. He even bit his tongue accidentally.

"Noh ...."

"Bellovas? What's up?" ask Greg.

"Oh, no problem."

Raymundo Alvaro, smiled faintly at him. No. .., it's an evil grin. Raymundo did not seem surprised as if he knew exactly, he was in this restaurant. The man led Viviane away at them without shifting her eyes from Bellova to Bellova needing repeated blinks.

A few seconds before returning to the food.

"We've got plenty of fresh food and you're dragging me to eat here, Mr Alvaro?" viviane looked unhappy.

Taking the bench not far from them, the couple sat there, clearly watching him.

Whatdoyouwant? Bellova screamed in her heart. It's hard to fall in love, not obsess, but keep haunting him. Seriously, Raymundo Alvaro didn't let him be happy?

Whatwant? Oh God. Whatwant?

"You can go to the club after this" Raymundo promised Viviane. "I won't tell Mrs Gracia."

"really?" Viviane. "I don't want to be followed."

"Of course."

"I wish I knew what we were going to do here? Not my taste at all."

"Biasir. Two strangers need a romantic atmosphere to get to know each other. Didn't we?"

"alright. I'll pretend to accept. After all you need a little bit of a pleasure shake. Men are too seriously boring."

"You can marry a clown, miss."

Bellova lost her appetite even though the cheese was really delicious to enjoy and the seafood served was so enticing.

"Didn't you like it?" greg asked, looking at Bellova's huffed look.

Boost. "No, Mister. Let's eat."

Whether she could eat while Raymundo Alvaro's stiff face kept staring at her without a blink until Bellova fretted. Bellova was confused even just to chew food.

Feeling depressed, Bellova raised her face, defiantly retorting. Raymundo Alvaro expressionless, just listening.

"What do you want to eat, Mr Alvaro?" Viviane asked.

"Anything."

"Yes." Yeah."

Bellova was a little surprised when Greg put the fish on his plate.

"Eat!"

"Thank you."

Eating but not being able to enjoy food, Bellova felt the food was still intact running around in her digestive tract. Blessing of Raymundo Alvaro.

"You want a Brulee creme?"

"Chocolate and peanut delight, sir." Bellova took a deep breath. "I need to go to the toilet." Bellova finally gave up.

"Does this food bother you?"

"No, Mister. I'll be gone for a second."

Bellova stepped quickly to find the toilet. Go inside and get so upset that you want to destroy something.

Waiting while washing their hands, hoping that the man will come and they will talk. Bellova wants to know what she wants. What should he do to keep Raymundo Alvaro from bothering him? For God's sake, the man will marry Viviane. Whatwant?

Bellova's waiting, no sign. The fifth minute when the ear catches the crackling noise and the noise. Bellova came out of the toilet back into the room and gawked perfectly. Viviane held onto Raymundo Alvaro's arm, which emitted the aura of a bull ready to gore.

"Oh my God, save us, what happened?" pekik Bellova ran fast. Find Greg Luigi nose blood, hold a nose that may have been gored.

"Are you okay?" bellova asked in the fog, picked up a tissue and wiped Greg's face. "What's going on?" The vase broke and the flowers scattered on the floor.

Greg was silent, looking past Bellova at Raymundo Alvaro. A view that only men can understand.

"Is this Master bothering you, Sir?" bellova asked angrily at Raymundo Alvaro who seemed to want to chew Greg Luigi alive.

"Miss Bellova. Forgive us," said Viviane holding the arm of Raymundo Alvaro half-drawn to get out of there. However, the man, Raymundo Alvaro, is unlikely to be satisfied until his predatory soul comes out and preys on everyone.

"Hey hey, tell me, what's your problem, sir?" Bellova rode up and held onto Raymundo's arm as Viviane pulled Raymundo away.

"Bellova, we're leaving!" Viviane paled when the restaurant manager came over.

"No. Tell me, what's your problem!" cold Bellova reprimand. His blood is boiling. "Why beat people up at will? What's wrong, Mister?"

Raymundo Alvaro clucked at Bellova, the man's face turning cynical.

"Braggly!"

Hold Bellova's hand and throw it away. Clean the suit, pushing Viviane away from there. Passing the hotel manager, asked the hotel manager to come with him.

Bellova wanted to curse, but Greg held Bellova's hand.

"Bellova, it's my fault, too. I offended the Master. You knew her?"

"No" Bellova said. I don't want to know a guy like Raymundo Alvaro.

"The woman he was with knew you, Bellova," said Greg Luigi.

"Viviane. They're getting married in a week."

Bellova changed the tissue back to clean the blood from Greg's hands. The dessert is still on the table and the two drinks are still intact. Bellova is not hungry anymore.

"We need to see a doctor." Bellova eats her own liver and is anxious.

"Nothing."

"What's the matter exactly?" ask Bellova.

"Not a big deal. Sorry, dinner's been interrupted."

"Let's go to the doctor."

"no need. I'm doing fine. I'll take you home."

Bellova grabbed a glass of drink, sipped half a glass of wine to relieve anger.

"Belloa?!"

"I need wine, or I'll be charred."

They left the restaurant, walking on the street by night. Crowded but organized. Bellova still can't figure out why, Raymundo Alvaro gore Greg Luigi.

That kind of guy you miss, Bellova? Rascally, wicked and temperamental? Mr. Alvaro's uncalled-for behavior makes Bellova's logic work. For the first time to win overcome the heart of languish. He felt a little dizzy.

"See you, Bellova! It's good to know you." Greg smiled between faces of pain. Looks like Bellova's keeping him from staying.

"I can't invite you in. I'm sorry!"

"No why."

"Please go to the doctor."

"Don't worry about me, see you Bellova."

Nodding.

Bellova opened the studio door, immediately went inside and went upstairs to her bedroom. Get in the dark, throw a bag and sit on the bed.

"That son of a bitch, what does he want from me? Did he not leave me and marry another woman? Treat me like a dreg? Did I encourage her to marry Viviane? Oh jerk. What's thewant?" Bellova grumbled and cursed.

Damn it, because he suddenly wanted Raymundo Alvaro.

His head pulsed and his body slowly heated up. He was a little excited when he opened his coat. What the hell's going on? Let go of the top, the shadow of the man flashed as it pulled him out of the sweater. Is it because darkness makes it deja vu at night?

Pull the jeans rough and throw them in annoyance. Something crept up as his hand accidentally touched his thigh, fishing. His head was twirling and his nerves were sensitive.

"Oh, what's wrong with me?"

Go to bed. Sprawled facing the attic, slightly wriggling, feeling hymned by something. Holding hands in bed because she wanted to touch herself, not understanding because Bellova had never been so before.

"What did I drink?" His voice turned strange. Just wine, but why did he seem to gulp down a passion-generating drink?

Suddenly I feel watched. Kuduk Bellova goosebumps. His hands were close enough to reach the sleeping lights.

Click. Lit.

Bellova screamed hysterically, almost fainting as lights showed someone leaning against a wall near her wardrobe. Did Greg follow him? Bellova just remembered she forgot to lock the studio door.

No, this man had been in his room before he came. Bellova jumped frantically and fearfully from the bed towards the switch. Reached the light switch but his hand was pulled hard. His waist was tightly circled from behind. Movement so fast, his body had been lying on the bed. Someone's crushing.

"Help!"

Bellova struggled with all her might. Dear God, it will be added*** someone. Can't turn around because his body is imprisoned.

"Help!" he screamed again, but his head was pressed firmly against the bed. Bellova stop thrashing or she'll die out of breath. His position was to lose strength or the body on it was too heavy to resist.

"You enjoyed your date, Bellova?" whispered lips in the ear.

Bellova became very frustrated to recognize the voice. How did this guy get inside the studio while he locked the entrance?

Anger alternates other emotions filling his chest. He breathes up and down kissing bedcover. Increasingly dizzy, quickly burned passion by the touch on both hands. The rest of the consciousness kept his mind sane, not lasting long.

Bellova tried to dispel strange desires, to no avail. The warm breath of the man really roused up.

"What do you want, Lord Raymondo Alvaro? Get married and live happily. Don't bother me! Don't torture me!" Bellova speaks out loud.

"Is that so?"

Raymundo Alvaro asked behind the sheet of his ear. Down to his neck a little tickle. Drowning in the belikat. Going to the nape, tucking and sipping slowly as the man did last time until Bellova had involuntarily groaned.

"You like her?"

"Hen ... ti .. kan!" Bellova tried to get up. However, both of his hands were clasped on the bed.

"You'll miss this."

Backs touched by cold lips are also wet and the former lip stamp stuck behind the nape immediately makes Bellova goosebumps. Br*** association is independent. Raymundo Alvaro uses his tongue to play on his spine and on both his shoulder blades. Bellova squeezes the bed cover. Biting the lips is strong because he will again groan. Unable to curb desire. The man's lips walked home down his shoulders, back to his ears. Play in there. Whispering, deadly.

"Bellova Driely Damier, you're mine. Just me!"

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It's called My Hottest Man so kind of how is it? And this guy is also a little psycho. Of all the male characters, maybe this guy is the least handsome but the most 🔥.

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