Secretly Married to an Actor
Was wrong?

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Nayla was already feeling very hot. He wants to take a shower now. The peak atmosphere was cold. But he is not comfortable if he has to sleep in a state that is not clean.

He looked back at the clothes that were on the suitcase. Really yes Reynand, where would he want to wear clothes like this.

However, when Nayla returned to tuck into the suitcase she found a bottle of clear drink tucked away at the bottom of the suitcase.

A drink he had never seen before.

Along with his curiosity about the bottle of drink he suddenly heard a cell phone ringing on the table.

Reynand's phone!

Nayla grabbed the phone. Number not known. Doubtful he picked up the phone he then shifted the green mark there.

“Halo, Rey!”

Nayla gasped in shock, a female voice, and immediately snapped.

“Rey.” The voice softened after there was no reply for a moment.

A moment of silence returned. Nayla's mouth was suddenly locked at that very instant.

“Rey, you blocked my number yes. Bad yes you.”

Wh who? Suddenly the sound made Nayla sculpt.

“Rey, it's me Airin. Yes you, I died last night. Keep blocking my number.”

For some reason, Nayla suddenly breathed.

“Rey, answer dong. You're too much to leave me there alone. You left us our romantic dinner. You make me cry.”

Like being struck by lightning, Nayla felt her ears ringing and her mind feeling empty.

“Rey, hello! Hello!”

Nayla paid no heed to the noise from the phone shrinking, as she distanced herself from the ear.

So, last night Reynand went to a romantic dinner with the woman who called earlier. And, the perfume she smelled was in Reynand at the time. Do you have this Airin? If so, it means he was lied to by that bastard.

Goddamnit!

Sorry he was waiting for her last night. He's back sting. Why does it feel so painful? His normally pounding heart was now feeling a painful pulse. It doesn't feel like knowing that Reynand is seeing another woman. Moreover, Reynand apparently lied, the pain was like many times over.

Nayla was disappointed, yes she was very disappointed. I think he just wants to cry.

Tests, tests, and right her tears suddenly dripped. Why is he so much, anyway. It cannot be ordinary. Why should she cry. But, as hard as he held back the roar of his tears, it couldn't, it hurt so much. He could not resist the seepage of his tears that kept coming out.

Nayla started sobbing.

He wants to block Airin's number. But how, Reynand's phone was locked by the man.

Why should there be so many women around? Yeah, you know Reynand's an artist. But Nayla doesn't like it. He hates Reynand's job like that.

Amidst the turmoil and sobs, the eyes suddenly turned to a bottle of clear drink that he found in the suitcase.

He grabbed the bottle he thought was mineral water, thirsty. He tried to open it, it was hard. Hiks, she cried even more. Deploring. Why is it that drinking is hard?

Gluey!

Gluey!

How does the water feel strange? Hwek!

A few moments later.

Reynand opened the door. He found Nayla sitting on the edge of the bed while bowing holding her head.

“Nay, you, don't want to shower?” approach the girl. Then sit next to him.

“You?” The girl looked up at Reynand. He hiccups.

"You, why?"

“My head is dizzy.” Say it, then hiccup again.

Reynand. This is Nayla why? He looked at the girl's face carefully. His eyes were puffy with the remains of tears on his face.

“You're crying?" Reynand was instantly worried. He slowly touched Nayla's shoulder.

"Not hold on." The girl brushed her hand. Makes Reynand flinch in shock.

"You're why, Nay."

"No, no noise. You liar man!" The girl stepped out of her seat.

Nayla why the hell?

Reynand stood up. Instantly he was surprised when suddenly heard the clinking of a bottle that was accidentally nudged by his steps. Just then, he was about to pick up the bottle of the drink Reynand turned his back. This is the vodka Aldi put on him.

Reduced content!?

Holy hooch! Don't-don't....

“Nayla.”

“You drink this.” Show the bottle to the girl.

“Duh, apasih. Don't hold on. I don't like to be held with you.” Nayla brushed off that hand. He's back hiccups.

So, did Nayla drink this? The aroma of the alcoholic drink was clearly smelled from the girl's mouth.

To be honest, he hated women who were drunk. But, Nayla, that innocent and innocent girl drank it.

“Do not go anywhere, brother take you drinking water.”

With great difficulty and a bit of a revolt, Reynand led Nayla and laid her back on the bed.

The girl ignored. He got up and jumped up and down in joy on the bed. Reynand shook her head before finally coming out to fetch some drinking water.

A few minutes later Reynand returned. He brought a glass of water and a bucket, who knew the girl would vomit later. Nayla could have drunk that stuff. Wrong him too, why should you put it carelessly in a suitcase.

“Nay, nih drink.”

“No, I had a drink. Whereabouts? You take yes.” He pointed at Reynand as if accusing.

"You're a liar, you must be a lot, aren't you, the pretty girls you meet out there?"

Reynand patted his eel, sighing harshly. Nayla began to fumble in obscurity. Don't let him see Nayla like this, this girl looks so weird right now.

And arrived.... Bruk! The girl fell out of bed.

Holy hooch!

Reynand sighed. He then asked Nayla to be put back in bed.

“You know not...” Again the girl chattered as Reynand covered her.

He pulled out Reynand's hand, until the man fell on the side of the bed.

“I... already have a husband..” The girl chuckled amusedly at the end of her words.

“Anneh no si, cook every near him I always...”.

Hiccups again.

“Always what?” for some reason Reynand suddenly wondered.

The girl who was lying down turned to look at Reynand, she then got up, then slowly approached. Staring at him collided with those sharp eyes for a long time. And no matter what got into it, his hands slowly raised and then gently felt the wide chest.

Reynand was confused. A strange sting continued as Nayla began to stroke her chest slowly. Then along with her irregular breathing, the girl leaned back and stuck her ears there.

The deg!

The deg!

“You, pounding," Nayla pressed her ear against the warm room that moved up and down. "I.. also, always pounding, every near someone.”

Near whom?

I don't know why Reynand was so curious. With a pounding heart he waited for the sentence to come out of the girl's mouth next.

"I...." The girl looked up. After then his hand crept, down the leather-coated shirt, until he wrapped his hand around the neck.

His body rests on his knees on the bed. Align their views.

The girl smiled strangely, before she finally brought their lips closer slowly.

Reynand could feel the soft touch. The beautiful eyes he looked at were closed along with their increasingly fused lips. Nayla is really still rigid in this regard, thus making Reynand impatient and eventually taking over. He began to suck his taste buds into the oral cavity that still smelled the aroma of alcohol. They slowly wrapped each other in there. Enjoy their kisses.

Reynand pulled Nayla's waist to tightly close their bodies. Squeeze that back with the other hand.

Was wrong?

If, he did this to the girl who was being influenced by the drink. He could no longer hold himself back.

Slowly Reynand began to lay the tiny body on the bed. Support his body with a hand. While the other hand he used to caress the shoulder of Nayla slowly.

It's insanity.

Completely insane, Reynand was just following his current instincts.

So, can he hope that tonight will be theirs?

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A: Cooking the High School does not understand that? Though it has been explained in biology lessons from SMP how ena-ena in detail.

B: Author is more! Overrated!

C: The author is outrageous!

D: Children SD 10 years already can be more than thor cups, more experts, cook Nayla so it can not anyway?

Me : Lo want to enjoy the story what ngebully anyway maemunah 😑