Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 141

Sinful angel chapter 141

At sunset, Radhika is seen coming out of Mark's apartment with a beaming face. Her hair was drizzly, wet typical of people who had just taken a shower. His pants were still wearing the same as before, only his shirt was different. When the shirt came, it was black and now it is gray.

Radhika wears Mark's shirt and happens to be the same size. Because the shirt used before was plastered with stinging scents and there are traces of gifts that opened full of joy. Smelling the smell of alcohol mixed with sticky liquid scattered due to too much pressure Radhika work on the land of the sexy model.

If later Prita asks why his shirt has changed, he is still looking for a thousand reasons. His deceptive brain had a thousand kinds of rotten ideas, not at all difficult for Radhika. Moreover, after exchanging sweat with Cyra, his brain felt fit to devise a thousand and one reasons.

He devoured the gluttonous gift that Mark presented. Enjoy the dishes provided by the host. Although in the end he still ended up making a personal pocket to give to Cyra in a nominal amount of not a little, as a tip for the additional satisfying rounds he asked. They also exchanged mobile numbers, saving each other's contacts.

Every time he wrestled with Prita in recent months, Radhika often felt lackluster and easily lost in bed. However, the struggle he just went through with Cyra presents a sensation that has long been extinguished. His might increased, sparking another thought in his lustful brain.

“If Cyra I make a mistress, he probably won't? Akh. Keep me on,” mumbled his own disgusting smiles, while his feet swung in the basement of the apartment where Markus' private unit was located, approaching the place where his car was parked while whistling cheerfully.

“It seems, I also need a private hidden apartment like a secret residence has Mr. Markus here. Unit unknown to the wife, specifically to be used to have fun freely kayak Mr. Markus,” muttered again before turning on the car.

Before the gas, he reached into his pants pocket and checked that there might be messages and calls from Prita, but until now the phone was quiet and the notification bar was clean.

“Actually this Prita is done with his business or not yet? It's late this afternoon he's still not telling me. Or maybe, Prita did deliberately linger talking to Miss Viona?”

Radhika fiddled with her phone. Just tinkering, instead of contacting Prita.

Tapping his phone to the side of the wheel, he monologued later. “Maybe Prita is still a long time, what if I take advantage of this waiting time by calling Cyra to the parking lot? Looks like exciting to play in a narrow place like this steering bench,” his hiss that was again hit by a swish of passion.

Radhika rubbed the steering bench then lowered her head towards her own zipper which turned out to be crowded again.

Imagining the game of Cyra ignites the primitive side of Radhika easily flared, completely obscuring her sanity. Instead of rushing back to the VN boutique, instead tempted to taste the forbidden warmth that began to make him crazy uncontrollably.

“Akh, bodo time. I need to play one more time with Cyra before I go.”

Although not sure the message containing the frontal request was answered, Radhika still waiting for a reply. And the reply that went in made his eyes sparkle, Cyra said he would go down in ten minutes because it happened that Cyra was going home.

Radhika sent Cyra her vehicle number via text message, and it didn't take long for the model to knock on her car window while smiling seductively. Without any hesitation, immediately entered and sat down on the seat next to him.

“Still not full huh, Mr. Boss,” seduce Cyra sweet, blink her eyes flirtatious, cross her legs so that her mini skirt is revealed more up.

Radhika gulped her saliva as Cyra touched and stroked her thighs. Moistening her drooping lips repeatedly presented a view of her low cleavage and smooth thighs.

Cyra chuckles spoiled. “Can only, Sir. With pleasure. But, the bonus must be different, not the same as before. I again want to buy the latest model Hermes bag.”

“Just name how much it costs, I'll transfer to your account number earlier.”

The car parked at the corner is now swaying. The man in it was mendes*h delicacy, while his wife was hanging around indistinctly looking for her because Prita's cell phone ran out of power.

“This is actually Mas Dhika going where the hell? Even though I couldn't be contacted he should have quickly caught up with me here! I don't know if the mission this time is messed up. Basic husband is useless!” shouted Prita annoyed, chest cavity fireworks deflated.

“This is also a baby why even rendang-kendang not because of earlier. Not helping makes it hard! Call your dad here if you can!” The innocent baby was also targeted, what a pity.

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Arriving at home, Viona immediately contacted Bisma. Tells in detail about the arrival of Prita along with the provocation brought.

The newly finished bisma feeds Tya dinner, choosing to continue the phone conversation on the villa's terrace. Not wanting to make the mood of her beloved pregnant woman go bad when she learns about the topic her mother is delivering across the phone.

“Honey, I went to the front porch first huh. Inside here the signal is a bit ugly,” said Bisma who then shifted her dining chair.

“Who's phone?” added Tya possessive, suspicious glare that in the eyes of Bisma instead looks funny when he saw Tya pouting.

When the name of love has blossomed in the heart, then automatically jealousy coincided with merecoki, that is what is happening to Tya now.

Bisma gave a small laugh, then showed her phone screen. “This Mother is the phone. If you want to chat first with Mother can also.”

Bisma turned on the loud speaker and Viona's voice was heard greeting warmly across there. Tya blushed and finally allowed Bisma to the terrace after exchanging words for a moment with her mother-in-law.

“Mang Eko also reported this afternoon. Prita and Radhika came to my house no matter what. From the story of the Mother is very clear, they have come all the way to Bandung just to find problems with us.

[“Bunda taste so too. Therefore, we must increase alertness as well as anticipation. I don't know what kind of sneaky way they're gonna use it. Clearly, we should not be careless. But we better tell Tya about this matter after you guys return home, do not spoil the atmosphere of the first holiday.”]

“Iya, Bun. Better so. About raising that alertness for sure. I also will not let the innocent duo act and disturb my life for the second time.”

[“It should. Now just enjoy your vacation. Don't be distracted by this kind of thing. Take care of your health, son. Also take care of your granddaughter and mother. May you always be in the protection of Allah.”]

Seriate.