Stepmom Cold Bed
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“Waahh villa nice bangeetttt. Though not finished serratus percent.” Said Tifani who stared in admiration at the resort building owned by Byan.

The condition of the resort is the same as the photo Maureen sent when she reached the airport this morning.

Not in vain he pretended like a bum all day in the beach area with a large suitcase filled with his belongings. Because finally he can stay at Maureen's exclusive resort. Moreover, only he and Byan became residents of this resort. It's hard for him to put together whatever he's going to do to tease Byan tonight.

“Tonight I'll let you stay here. Tomorrow morning, you find your own lodging.” Byan was half threatening.

His threatening expression alone was very handsome according to Tifani let alone the other expressions.

“Waahh thank you very much. It seems that in my past life I was someone who liked to help others, so that now there are people who are so good to help me.” Tifani chirped with joy

Byan does not chimed in, preferring to meet a receptionist and ask for one key for Tifani.

“Vila number three.” Said Byan when giving the key.

“Thank you Byan.” Tifani nudged Byan's arm deliberately. He was trying to tempt Byan. The keys to the villa with pride.

Byan did not chim in, he chose to walk first to his villa and let Tifani hassles with all her luggage. He said his help was enough for this foreign woman.

Byan entered first while Tifani just arrived at his villa. Seeing such an indifferent Byan, made Tifani grumble in annoyance.

“If not a request Maureen and will dapet apartment, males I follow men not sensitive model so. Fortunately saucy, there is still something to look at.” Tifani grout from his place. He still saw Byan's shoulder at the door and just entered the villa. One villa was blocked between his villa and Byan's place.

"My hands are so hard to carry a suitcase this heavy." Tifani massaged his sore arm. Quickly he opened the door of the villa so that he could immediately rest.

When the door of the villa opened, Tifani's smile immediately expanded perfectly. Again, the conditions inside the villa were completely in line with the photos Maureen had submitted. Before taking care of his things, he took the time to take some photos. Stylish in many corners and send it to Maureen.

“Mo, this original place is really pretty. I'm here.” Tifani wrote on the photo he sent.

The message was read immediately. “Wih, again online dia.” Tifani.

No need to wait long, until then Maureen reply, “Lo to there for work instead of holidays.” Reply Maureen.

“But! Nih barbarian widow, fierce bener.” Tifani's grumbling is upset.

Fortunately he had known Maureen long enough so it was not strange with his speech like this.

“Iyaak malem this dapet mas Byan signature. I love my grandchild bonus Mo, wkwkwkwkwk... See you Maureen, I work first.”

What power, finally Tifani obeyed Maureen's orders. The purpose of his arrival was indeed for that, then the sooner it was completed the better. He could not wait to finish his work because after his work was finished he also no longer needed to live in his narrow tant house.

Over there, Maureen just smiled a little. He was very confident that his plan would go well.

The night grew late, leading Tifani to knock on the door of Byan's villa. In his hand he brought the best quality wine that he had bought this afternoon as well as a snack for him to enjoy with Byan. He also deliberately dressed a little minimally to attract the attention of Byan.

One knock, the door was not opened. Tifani tried the second, third and fourth beats, then the door opened. He immediately put on a smile when he saw Byan who seemed to have just woken up. Her hair is a little messy.

“Why?” the man's voice sounded big and hoarse. He rubbed his face rough to gather awareness.

Tifani instantly showed her bottle of wine while smiling seductively.

“Temenin I drink. I can't sleep.” Take him full of confidence.

“Ngak!” Byan closed the door.

“Eh wait!” Tifani quickly held her back by putting her foot between the doors.

“Gue no longer wants to drink, so mending lo go.” Byan spoke behind the half-closed door.

“Yes already, I'm just a jerk. I'm afraid to be alone in a gini empty villa. Please yes, please..” Tifani pleaded with her.

“Ngak. Take the front receptionist.” Byan refused.

“Ya is up. Anyway I'm not leaving, stay standing here until you can come in. Hatchu!” Tifani remained stubborn despite her pinched leg.

Byan scratched the rough of his head which was actually not itchy. He had to open the door because this stubborn woman must have stayed in front of his room until he let her in.

“Still!” exclaimed Tifani happily barged in. He walked into Byan's villa and sat on the sofa.

“Cock view here more beautiful huh?” Tifani went to the balcony while he put his bottle on the table.

Byan doesn't chim in. He prefers to drink mineral water because his throat is very dry AC effect.

Feeling that he did not get any help from Byan, Tifani went back in. “Ihhh cold bangeeett..” he hugged his own body that shuddered coldly.

“Glass pinjem yes.” He boldly took the glass from its place.

“No drinking? It's delicious loh. Sent temen from america.” Bargain Tifani while playing his glass to stir the wine.

“Gak.” That's all Byan said.

“Cobain. Time has been brought and free still do not want nyicip bit also.” Tifani. This time he thrust his glass half force in front of Byan's face.

Lazy chimed in, finally Byan received the glass. He smelled a very good wine and took a little. He began to enjoy the drink, sipping it again until it ran out.

Tifani smiled with satisfaction, glad that his efforts succeeded. Without Byan knowing, the drink was already Tifani mixed with sleeping pills. He plans to have Byan sign the documents he kept between his chest when Byan was half sleepy.

“Why you?” tifani asked when she saw that Byan looked uncomfortable.

He held his stomach and occasionally wanted to burp.

“Nih wine is broken anyway? How am I nauseous?” asked Byan who was trying to hold back her nausea.

“Hah, no kok.” Typhoon Tifani. He had not tried it because he was afraid he was also sleepy.

“Huwekk!!” suddenly, Byan ran to the bathroom and vomited. Several times Tifani heard Byan trying to pull out his entrails.

“Byan, you vomit?” Tifani immediately followed Byan to the bathroom.

“BRUG!!” suddenly Byan closed the bathroom door in front of Tifani's face.

“Anjrot, startled me.” Tifani's grunts were shocked.

“Kok she vomited ya?” Tifani was curious himself. He immediately checked the medicine in his pocket. The same medicine he put in a bottle.

“Alamaaakkk, I got the wrong medicine. It's my bulimia drug. How is this Haduuhhh?” Tifani panicked himself. He immediately put down his glass, walking back and forth while scratching his head which suddenly itched.

“Byaann, you're okay right?” Tifani immediately knocked on the bathroom door. But still what was heard was the sound of Byan vomiting.

“Aduuhhhh this danger..where I enter it many more.” Tifani was really panicking.

“Maureen, yes I have to contact Maureen.” He said with trembling.

"Aduuhhhh don't let that handsome guy die because of my medicine." He immediately turned on his phone and tried to contact Maureen. His hands were shaking.

“What else?” ask Maureen over there.

The girl was just about to go to bed and Tifani's phone call really bothered her.

“Mo, I got the wrong Mo.” medicine Tifani spoke in a hurry.

“What medicine is wrong?” Maureen scrunched her forehead not understanding.

“This, I would like to give sleeping pills to your loving wine, but I instead enter the drug bulimia. Now it's Byan who's vomiting. I have to do what, which medicine I enter a lot more. Can drain her entrails.” cerocos Tifani in a panic.

“Jeez Faaan... You are not careful anyway?! I'm just asking you to have Byan sign the affidavit, not kill him!” tifani exclaimed in annoyance. Maureen's sleepiness is gone entirely.

“Iyaaakk, I taauu. What if this weathered bujang meninggoy? I will be called a murderer again. Moooooo, help me, how should I?” Tifani cries from fear.

“Bego lo emang! Liability take care of him.” Maureen who was no less panicked. Walking back and forth in front of his bed while biting his own finger.

“Iyaaa, I'm taking care of. But you come here, I don't have any money to take him to the hospital. Please Mo... come here yaaaa..” Tifani really sulked.

“Jeez...” grunts Maureen while pounding her coarse hair. How could he so believe that he could work Tifani who he knew carelessly.

“Mo, you're here right?” tifani's voice was barely heard from trembling in fear.

“Take him to the hospital first, I'll be there later.” Maureen eventually broke up.

“Iya Mo... But I've been able to escape, right? I don't want to be arrested for attempted murder.”

“Udah lo diem first. Wait for me to get there, you just stopped by.”

“I-Yes Mo. Cepetan ya Mo....” said Tifani with a clean.

The call was cut off leaving a feeling of unease in Maureen's chest. He thought for a while, until then he decided to really follow Byan to Bali.

"Akh, fuck you Tifani!" maureen Umpat.

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