One Night With A Foreign Man
Free Regret
"What the fuck?!"
Jessica woke up and shouted loudly when she realized that she was in a foreign place without a thread other than a thick blanket that wrapped her body.
Then he rolled his gaze in all directions, hoping to find someone else in the room. But nil, because there was no one else in this room but him.
A piece of paper lying on the table caught his attention. The woman then went down with a blanket wrapped around her tel*njannya body. His eyebrows lifted, from the paper then his gaze rolled on the black card that was on the table.
Take that black card and sigh. In his heart he cursed indistinctly, how could this terrible thing happen?
And to be regretted also free, anyway all has happened. Being angry is also useless. Because it will not restore what has been lost, stress and sadness are also free. It will only torture itself. Fortunately this is not her fertile period, so Jessica does not have to fear if she will get pregnant.
His phone suddenly rang. Jia's name is embellished in her brightly lit cell phone. Instead of accepting it, Jessica ignored the call. The woman then sauntered to the bathroom to clean her body that felt sticky by sweat.
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"Excuse me, Miss. I'm coming to deliver your clothes,"
Jessica squinted her eyes and looked at the hotel maid confusedly. "What clothes? The feeling I didn't order it."
"It's not you, Miss. But the male friend, you. He ordered me to find a dress for you and deliver it to this room."
"The man I'm with?" Jessica muttered, her two eyes of contact widened. "Where is that man now?" Jessica looked at the waiter curiously.
"He just left." The answer.
"All right, I got her clothes. You can go now,"
Jessica closed the door and ran to the window on the left side of the bed. From where he stood, he could see two young men walking into the parking lot.
Jessica's eyes were perfectly rounded as one of the two men raised her face and looked at her. Jessica loudly screeched giving up the man's name.
"Devan!!"
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"This is how you welcomed me after we hadn't seen each other in years. Devan, you still never change. Arrogan and sucks, even to me, your own sibling!!" The woman replied.
Then he got up from his lie down and approached Devan who was enjoying his drink. "When are you coming home? No, more precisely visiting my mother. She misses you so much, sometimes come back to Canada to visit her."
No response from Devan. She chose silence and chose to ignore her brother's words. The woman 'Mia' let out a heavy sigh. Talking to a running refrigerator like Devan does require extra patience.
Davina doesn't blame Devan's attitude. She and her mother had a bad relationship. And the reason Devan left the land of his birth and chose to live in a foreign land because of his mother. He doesn't like to be on the bridle let alone arranged like a doll.
"Will I think!! Better get out of my room right now and go to your own room. I want a break!!" Her speech.
Devan got up from his seat and pulled his brother out of his room. Even he did not care about the screams and makian Mia who called it annoying, ungodly sister and so forth. Devan needs rest, due to the actions of a wild woman he became sleep deprived.
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A Pagani Huayra means in a luxurious mention that has three floors. A handsome man got out of the sports car at such a fantastic price. People immediately bowed as the man walked past them. His handsome face did not show any expression, flat. He walked arrogantly up the stairs towards the second floor.
The fragrance of the woman's perfume burst out as she opened the door of her room. The man nodded heavily. "Get out of here, I don't want to use."
"But Lord Kris said, You need me. That's why I came here" said the woman.
"Take the money and never reappear before me!!"
The woman raised her head."To..Why, Sir. What mistake have I made that you don't need me anymore?"
The man looked at the woman in front of him with a cold look. "Because I'm bored and fed up with you!!"
Since the woman did not leave her room, the man immediately ordered his men to drag her out. He most disliked seeing a woman crying in front of his eyes. Not because of lack of heart or pity, but because he was fed up.
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Seriate.