Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 67's

You pervert! Crazy perverted!

I left the room feeling upset. I closed my ears, not wanting to hear Alan's increasingly angry babble. Tempting what? I didn't even do anything. He woke up because his brain was too dirty, not because of my fault.

Aish, why does my brain keep remembering that thing. Really sucks. I went back to the room. Take off your clothes and rush to the bathroom. The water made my mind clear. After being stained with something that kept ringing in my head.

After cleaning myself up, I got dressed up and also got a little dressed up. After that, go back down. When I got off, Alan's door was still closed. Maybe it's still taking a shower, I thought.

I waited for him in the living room. Sitting on the sofa while checking her schedule today. Thankfully, there were not many activities this time. There's only a meeting at the office at two in the afternoon. After that there was no other meeting. I quietly cheered inwardly, pleased. I can finally relax a little.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was eight past fifteen minutes, but Cecunguk never showed his nose. Don't tell me he's sleeping again?

I rise to my feet. He walked to his room and knocked on the door three times.

"Al, are you still a long time? It's eight o'clock, I can be late for the office if I keep waiting."

"Wait a minute, I'm getting dressed" she said.

"Don't be long" I said, reminding.

"Ready, Mrs Ars," cried Alan.

I can only grieve every time Alan calls me that. I sat on the couch again, waiting for him.

"Let's go" Alan asked a moment later.

I immediately stood up. Put the phone in the bag and get ready to go. "What are you wearing?" ask, surprised.

"Why is that surprised? it's not the first time you've seen me dressed like this" she said, relaxing.

I'm used to seeing him dressed like a hoodlum.

"Aren't we going to the office?" ask at once remind.

Alan nodded, assuring. "Let's go," he asked again.

"To office? With your clothes like this?" I looked at him again. From the tip of his foot to the end of his disheveled hair. Tattered pants, chain necklaces and earrings in his ears. Is he planning to make an uproar all over the office?

"No other clothes, do I have to be naked?" saith.

"How can there be none? Where's the shirt and suit you used to wear? Sometimes you even change clothes twice a day, where do they all go?" i said, annoyed.

"Mistress Ars is very chatty," he said as he lifted my body. He took me out and put me in his car.

I can't speak anymore. It was useless to talk at length to him. The boy did not listen to my words at all. He even threatened to bite my lip if I spoke again. I chose to lock my mouth tightly.

"Let's go down" he said after turning off the engine.

I don't understand what's on his mind right now. Instead of going to the office he took me to an apartment located next to his company building. Without saying anything, I came down and walked behind him. I glanced at the clock that was coiled around the wrist. Time shows at eight past forty-five minutes. There are only fifteen minutes left before office hours begin. While I'm still stuck with him here.

"What exactly are you doing, Al? why are we even here?" I said, can't take it anymore.

"Don't you say my clothes aren't suitable for the office?"

"Indeed. But what does this have to do with us coming here?" my question, confused.

"My book is here" he answered, opening the door. At that time I did not look around. We were on the top floor of this apartment.

"Let's go in," she asked later.

I walked into the penthouse. "Whose place is this, Al?" my many. Look at the amazement of every detail of the room and its luxurious interior design.

"Your future husband" Alan replied, taking off his jacket. Throw it on the couch.

I was aghast when Alan suddenly grabbed my lips. Then it squealed as it bit hard before releasing its kiss.

"Sickness ...," I said as I groped his bite marks.

"It's a punishment because you don't recognize your own future husband" he said.

I'm still in a daze. "I really don't know who my future husband is?"

"It looks like you're asking to be bitten again" he said, coming back closer.

"No way," I said, pushing her away.

"Then do you know who your future husband is, MRS ARS?" Alan pressed the last two words in his sentence, making me realize.

"So ... My future husband you mean is yourself?" my question, make sure.

"of course. Who are you dating besides me?" I'm confident.

"Currently, I don't want to be your wife, but you've already confessed to me as my future husband."

"You agreed to it that day, did you forget?"

"When? I don't remember ever saying that?"

"Then let me remind you."

I retreated backwards as he approached. "What do you want?" my many. Trying to hold back the weight that almost overcame me.

"The position is the same as it is now. You lay on the couch and I was on it. We did it at the office, do you remember?" whispered.

I feel dejavu. The picture suddenly flashed in my mind. I remember now. "That's different" I said, chuckling.

Alan drowned his face in the recess of my neck. Makes me squirm, holds amused.

"What's different?" he said while landing a light kiss there. Then he lifted his face, looked at me again.

We look at each other. "I agreed to be your woman instead of your wife" I explained.

"For me it makes no difference. You're willing to be my woman, which means you're willing to be my wife, too" Alan replied. The man lifted up his body, away from me. After that, walk to the room.

I'm getting up. "Forced men" I said after returning.

Alan looked back, looking at me again. "Absolutely. I am such a person" he said, admitting. After saying that, he went into the room.

"Don't be long, Al," I shouted as Alan was changing clothes.

"Come here, it will be much sooner if you help me put on my name********** and also belt," he said. Really shameless.

Seriate...

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