Stepmom Cold Bed
The cold bed curse

Listening to Maureen's talk this afternoon, made Byan think a lot. Right now, the young man chose to be alone in his gallery to think about many things while making a painting of Maureen. The figure of the woman who managed to open a different point of view about her family.

“The wedding was a commitment, Maureen. Should Anggoro choose to marry my mother, then he should not break the commitment they have made. Reason can not resist Desire, is something ludicrous for me.”

The word of denial that Byan conveyed shortly after he arrived at his house. He saw Maureen smiling at his words and rubbing his face with affection. One kiss even presented Maureen on Byan's lips which she gently rubbed.

“I think I didn't choose the wrong guy I love. I agree with your thoughts, but as I said before, what I say to you is not a defense for Anggoro's mistakes. It was just a point of view that I saw as a stranger.”

“As for what you think of your father, it's your full right. What I see is that you can be better than Anggoro.” Maureen said seriously.

The conversation took place in the car and Byan did not hold it. After Maureen disembarked, she was still silent in the car. One message he sent Maureen, “I need time,” he wrote.

A moment later Maureen stopped her steps. Reply Byan message with writing, “Take your time, Byby dear.”

Then continue his steps into the house. Maureen's answer was what made Byan finally decide to go to the gallery. A place that he felt neutral to think about a lot of things.

Maureen's painting is almost done, but her thoughts on Anggoro are not over yet. He admitted that what Maureen said was true, about other points of view towards Anggoro. It's just that Byan's little heart as a child, can't accept that the old man made Andini leave for good.

"I was very angry at the people who had caused both of my parents to leave. For years I hated those who knew who. Until I realized, if it's with a cool head and can hold my anger better, maybe I can more quickly find the cause of my father's death."

"I also realized that during my gospel I had been torturing myself. I don't want you to experience the same thing as me." Maureen's words while in the lake earlier reverberated in Byan's ears.

Next to Byan, there were two drinks. One glass of alcoholic beverage and one bottle of mineral water. He had already taken the glass in his hand, but moments before he took a sip, he put the glass back. He felt that he needed to think clearly about his problem, not in a drunken and angry state as Maureen had said.

“You're too special. I'll have trouble letting you go Maureen. But you've challenged me. I can't possibly let you change your mind and consider me unworthy of being someone meaningful beside you. After all, we both need time to be at peace with ourselves." Byan talks to Maureen's nearly finished painting.

The problem he had with Anggoro and his relationship with Maureen seemed to be a collage waiting to be neatly arranged to look beautiful.

Not all shadows are the same size, the colors are diverse in Byan's mind. But Maureen had asked him to frame the collage, so he could not let it.

Byan took the phone and searched Maureen's number. He contacted Maureen by phone.

“Hay, you don't want to go home yet?” maureen's voice was heard seducing spoiled from there, making Byan have to swallow his saliva rough.

“Eight months. I'll finish it all in eight months. After that, I'll come pick you up.” Byan finally meets Maureen's challenge. Everything he said was conscious.

“Yes, I'll wait for you.” Maureen's spirit made Byan exhale a sigh of relief.

“What kind of place do you want to go to? I want you to give me a chance to choose and make sure the place is safe for you.” Again, he wanted to be selfish.

“No problem, I believe you can choose the best place for me.”

“What kind of place do you want?” Byan began to be relieved.

“Emmm, I like a cool, quiet place, not much noise. I also want to see the green scenery and spoil my eyes. Can you find him?” pinta Maureen, laying her body on the bed. He pulled out his blanket to cover his body which was only wearing a satin sleeping dress.

“Ya, I'll look for it.” Byan promised not only to her but also to Maureen.

“Okey, thank you. Go home when you feel better. I miss you,” Maureen said without hesitation.

Byan smiled faintly at Maureen's request. Something he had never heard before. Byan chimed in on nothing and let Maureen hang up on him first.

Calm down, that's what Byan is doing right now. He continued his painting with a quick hand gesture as if he wanted to finish soon. Repeatedly he added color to his palette and then scratched his brush again on a canvas that was filled with color. A beautiful color for the figure of Maureen that is in his heart.

After feeling that his painting was finished and his mind was calm, he realized that the best place he should go was by Maureen's side. Spend more time before Maureen leaves for a while.

In a hurry, yes Byan is very hasty. He just put the brush away. With his hand still covered in paint, he took the coat he had undone. Also the keys of the car lying on the sofa. He immediately left the gallery and returned to the Anggoro residence.

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Short trip to Byan. Certainly because he drove his car at high speed. At least a vehicle at night makes Byan freely control the stretch of the road. Half an hour, Byan had arrived at the Anggoro residence.

“Goodnight, mr.” A waiter greeted, but Byan ignored him. He quickly stepped towards a certain place, Maureen's room.

“Byan?” Maureen was shocked when Byan appeared in front of her bedroom door.

“I too,” timpal Maureen while smiling thinly.

Unexpectedly, Byan walked into Maureen's room, pushing Maureen's petite body with a pawn on her lips. The door of the room he kicked closed, because his current goal only wanted to kiss Maureen's lips that he really wanted to absorb.

“Byan,” Maureen held Byan's body a little further away as he was getting desperate in the corner of his room. He looked at Byan closely.

“What's up?” asked Maureen who was still shocked.

Byan breathed in rough air and supported his body with his hands resting on the wall behind Maureen. Byan's body rests on Maureen's tiny body. The man looks angry.

“Before you leave, I want to spend my time with you, so that I can live those eight months with confidence. You trust me, don't you, Maureen?” Byan's words are so conditioned in meaning.

Maureen did not answer. He just stared at Byan. What a farewell while this is also hard for him. But he needs time to put everything together. It takes time to accept all the loss that has ever existed and free itself from the trauma.

He does not want if one day anyone who is his partner, does not get the full attention and love. He wants to be the best version of himself when later side by side with men who will accompany him until the end of his age.

“I've always trusted you Byan. Nothing makes me doubt. My departure, not because I doubt you but I want us to convince ourselves for each other. I want us to meet in the best version of each of us,” Maureen said as she rubbed the chest of Byan's field. The most comfortable place for him to lean.

“Every thought and thing you say, always makes me fall in love with Maureen. I could never deny it.”

“Really? My mind is sometimes messed up and naughty Byan.” Maureen rubbed Byan's cheek, then her neck. He also smiled meaningfully.

“Do not test me!” Byan pulled Maureen's hand and held her tightly. His blood is not riddled. His head is boiling.

“I didn't test you, I told you the truth.” Again, Maureen smiled faintly at Byan.

“You let me touch you?”

Maureen nodded small, “Only you have never banned let alone me avoid,” Muareen said.

In one move, Byan cupped Maureen's face and****4* Maureen's lips arrogantly. Not just a kiss, but a small bite that he did repeatedly and got a reply from Maureen. Byan gasped for breath, as his oral base barged in through the entire Maureen oral cavity. They kiss each other, exchange saliva with breath that is wrapped in passion.

Not getting there, Byan carried Maureen in front of his body. Take the woman to sit on the edge of the bed facing Byan and continue what had happened. Maureen cupped the reddened face of Byan filled with passion. Sometimes Byan's hand rubbed Maureen's back gently and her index finger lowered one by one the straps of Maureen's nightgown.

They stopped for a while. Let Byan take off his shirt and inner shirt until only his chest muscles are visible. Maureen rubbed the chest gently while kissing the lips of Byan that felt sweet. While he remained sitting on the lap of Byan.

Byan's hand he let bergeriliya, rub sensu4l back until the hair brimmed. Maureen's nightgown was delayed, showing Maureen's beautiful upper body.

“Don't look at me like that Byan, you make me shy.” Maureen closed both of Byan's eyes with her palms. He clearly saw a flash of passion in Byan's eyes as he looked at the two crazy piles on Maureen's chest that seemed to challenge him.

Byan just chuckled. With one hand he took out a blanket to envelop Maureen's innocent body. Turned Maureen's body to lie on the bed.

“I will do it carefully,” said Byan who was already on Maureen's body with both hands on the pedestal.

Maureen did not reply, she simply nodded then kissed Byan's lips with a slight effort lifting her body closer to Byan. Byan didn't wait much longer. He again attacked Maureen's lips, replying to every decapitation given by the woman he loved and then slid past Maureen's neckline.

“Byan, akh..” Maureen moaned stifled making Byan's desire even more crazy.

Every breath Maureen held back also her voice that slightly groaned restrained into the most beautiful melody that Byan heard. In a few moments Byan fused the core of his body with the core of Maureen's body.

The already tense hook gradually broke into the core of Maureen's body. Maureen groans restrained. He grabbed Byan's hand and Byan immediately hugged him.

“Byan...” Again Maureen's gasping voice really spoiled Byan.

"Maureen, I love you."

Several times the rain was given byan with a sensation that was getting crazy and the woman could only moan. Everything they continued until then the body both twitched in sweat.

“Maureen, I'm yours,” whispered Byan breathlessly. He did not stop looking at Maureen's attractive face with a special expression that only Byan could see. There was no desire at all in the heart of the burly man to release his body from hugging Maureen.

Tonight, Byan breaks Anggoro's cold-strung curse for Maureen.

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