Sexy Little Partner
Seling....

After the drama of a chase with a police patrol car, Radit's big motorbike was forced to stop at a red light.

It rained down hard. They choose to go home in this state, initially Radit offers to stop by the cafe but Kimmy refused, he deliberately wanted to enjoy a rare moment in his life.

All over Kimmy's wet body, his pink shirt scoring a large circle on the chest that Kimmy could not possibly avoid.

Since Kimmy was lying about fixing the position of his clothes, many of the people were staring at him.

Kimmy's smooth white, sexy body, wet shorts and t-shirts attracted the attention of many male mischievous eyes.

Radit kicked a little bit of his standard bike, he got off without telling Kimmy to come down, all he did was open the jacket and put it on Kimmy.

Her lips smiled small. "Lo is too attention-grabbing, tomorrow-tomorrow, don't wear kayak gini clothes anymore, because life, not just in the luxury car Lo ajah!"

Kimmy nodded without a sound.

"Adem saw it." Said Radit.

"What?"

"Smile Lo!" Radit rode back on his motorbike, immediately after the red light turned green.

Kimmy just shook his head lightly. It's fun, but the King can never be replaced.

To expel the name of the King from Kimmy's heart, as drought longs for lightning. It may be difficult but it can happen.

Set them in the yard of Kimmy's house, shivering Kimmy down from Radit's big motorbike as well as the master.

Radit helps Kimmy open the helmet. Honestly, Kimmy doesn't know how to use anything else to open it.

"Ma the hell Dit!" Vibrating Kimmy's voice looked at Radit, her lips cute blue, if only Kimmy's lover might Radit had eaten her tiny lips.

"Lo's cold."

"Yes!" Kimmy wrathfully squeezes Radit's hand while grinning. Transferring his cold to Radit.

"Lo immediately took a bath of anget."

"Lo too, come in! Change clothes have bokap I also exist!" Take Kimmy. It was uncomfortable to let the young man who gave him a ride get cold.

Radit would, but there's another party who would definitely object. "Emang can, ..."

"Kimmy!" As yet nothing, some gave heavy voices and piercing gazes. Ameer Kimmy's father stands with his hands back.

Radit. "Eh, Om, Afternoon." His greeting lowered.

"Why are you coming home together?" Ameer stared dislikefully at Radit. Radit is a millionaire, but Radit's daily relationships are far from ideal.

"I'm sorry, um, that was, ..."

"Lake in!" Ameer glared at Kimmy who stared uncomfortably at Radit.

Kimmy turned her eyes to her father. "But Radit would, ..."

"You what? It's gonna be night, Radit's parents must be real!" Ameer interrupted her daughter's words. Then turn to Radit. "Well, is it Dit?"

"Yes, Om really." Radit grinned, not Radit if he cared about a person's rebuking behavior. But, coming home is better than making Kimmy even more angry.

"Lo's home?" Kimmy asked softly. It was uncomfortable in the end. Radit is badung but so far the young man is polite when talking to parents.

"Yes, I must have nyokap I must have nyariin."

"Thank you." Kimmy stared at Radit's gestures, riding his motorbike. "Together."

Brum.....

The young man's gasps turned on the engine to then be brought speeding.

Ameer shook her head, even the sound of Radit's motor became pollution in her ears. There is not a nail compared to the King, his former candidate.

"Take towels!" Ameer ordered the word to the servant who then executed it.

Kimmy scowled, walking slowly into her father's mansion. Ameer's cold gaze was rarely met. Kimmy felt weird about it.

"O Lord Kimmy, are you raining baby?" Arriving in the central room Gea greeted her daughter with anxiety.

The waiter ran over to give Kimmy a towel. Then Gea helped her daughters disarm one by one her wet clothes. Bags, jackets, shoes and more.

"The king has gone home, instead of asking to be picked up by the King, you are even motor-motoran with a son of a delinquent! What if your Om Raka knows?"

"Here, Kimmy needs to take a shower, needs a break, then just have a chat." Gea patted his daughter's shoulder slowly. "Get in, you'll catch a cold." Kimmy nodded then climbed the stairs.

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In the King's room, the young man sat propped up on his chin with fists of two hands joined together.

The directional gaze on the big screen in his room, CCTV installed in front of his house, the middle of the King.

He noticed how Kimmy Zoya came home this afternoon. Looks like Kimmy was happy when he got off the bike that the King had never given him.

The king refused, even ketus when Kimmy asked in the bonceng of his motorcycle. The king always wore a car while walking with Kimmy.

At eight o'clock the King came out of his room, the rain had subsided, the King was deliberately waiting for it to come to his lover's house.

The king walked alone, a solemn greeting he received from some of the guards of the magnificent house of Raka Rain. Before he entered the mansion of his fiancee.

Gea struggled with a number of cuisines in the classic kitchen. "Loh, King." Welcomed.

"Kimmy's got aunty?" Without further ado, the man the King was looking for was Kimmy.

"In the room, ..." Not finished Gea's speech, the King had already run up the stairs.

Gea shook her head lightly. "You guys, keep making a fuss, but it'll be good again." Mumbled.

Arriving upstairs the King stopped his running, slowing down his pace. The unlocked room door made the King enter without a hitch.

Apparently Kimmy had drowned under a thick blanket. There's a hot drink on the nightstand.

"Achim!" The king frowned faintly, this was what made the King over protect Kimmy. The girl was very irritable and easily sick.

"Lo's sick?" Kimmy prancing, he turned to the King sitting by the side of the bed.

"Gapain come here?" One little doll Kimmy throw and quickly caught by the King.

"Rubble."

"We want to break up, so why'd we eat." Kimmy pushed the King with his knee. "Get away!"

The king pulled over, even managed to lock Kimmy's body. "When do you want to cheat?" Slowly he felt the temperature of Kimmy is unusually hot.

"Huh?" Staring in the King's blue iris, Kimmy reviewed the frown on his forehead. So the King took his words this morning seriously?

"cheating?"

The king slashed the distance, secretly feeling the sigh of warm breath Kimmy who was poking at his lips. "Lo comfortable with others?"

Kimmy nodded, knowing the King must have seen Radit this afternoon. "Maybe yes! I'm comfortable with Radit, maybe I am! He's cool, not like a stiff Lo!"

"How long?"

Kimmy made frowning. "I mean Lo?"

"Gue wait until Lo bosen cheats on the motorcycle boy, then back to me!"

"Aren't you jealous?" Kimmy snorted. "Oh. Yes, the king does not like Kimmy! How can I be jealous!" Ketus.

"According to Lo, what makes me not reject our matchmaking? What do you think, I'm that weak?"

Kimmy chuckles. "Yes, obviously, you do not want to be scribbled from the family card Om Raka!"

Hearing that, the King moved, he stood up while drowning his hands in his shorts pocket.

Staring at Kimmy who was still lying under a thick blanket. "Gue was born genius Kimmy, I'm sure, I can live without an inheritance, and Lo thinks I'm that weak. Now tell me, how long will you cheat on me?"

"For ever King, forever! I don't want to marry you! Go!" Kimmy got up from the roll of his blanket. Pushing the King to the door. "Don't come here, ..."

Cup....

Kimmy's words were silenced. As the King grabbed the nape and landed an intoxicating kiss with his eyes closed.

Kimmy thrashed strongly, but drifted away as the King began to heat up, one hand the King conditioned the girl's cornered, even the King cornered Kimmy's back on the door surface.

It's not their first kiss but Kimmy's body's response remains the same. Uncertainty about his heart beat.

For a minute, the King passed, his eyes staring at Kimmy's netra hazel. "Tomorrow Lo flu will be cured, Lo can rain the same rain again Radit!" It sounds disappointed.