
The sunlight through the window indicates that the morning has arrived.
Mira woke up with a limp body, still a little sleepy. Mira blinked her eyes adjusting the sunlight shining through the room.
While George had just come out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Good morning. You're awake, baby ?" Greet George with a sweet smile.
Mira looked at George.
"Why is he smiling like that ? How happy was she for having gotten my body ?" Inner Mira.
"Ahh shit." Mira's consciousness seems to have returned a hundred percent. Mira's eyes widened to find George's half-naked body that looks so tempting. I swear, anyone woman who sees her athletic body will be immediately amazed - amazed.
"What time is it ?" Ask Mira.
"Eitherway. Maybe nine or ten." George answered while wearing his clothes.
"What...?!!!" Oh shit, I'm too late. Yesterday was late, today was late too. Do you want to get fired by Mira ? Where's your sense of responsibility ?" Rutuk Mira to herself.
"You're not late, baby." George said casually.
"You're off today."
"What do you mean ?" Tanya Mira was curious.
"I told your boss you couldn't get to the office today because you're sick." George answered in a flat voice.
"I can't believe you did it. What right do you have ?" Mira replied annoyedly while looking at George.
Mobile.... Where is my phone ???
Mira's eyes were wide again. Now he was presented with a beautiful view where George opened the winding towel to replace it with his black jeans.
Mira did not let go of her gaze because the show in front of her was very tempting. His eyes remained faithful to George's dressing activities.
"Double fucking."Inner Mira.
Mira is not a wild woman whose brain is just filled with perverted thoughts. But after the incident last night somehow his mind has now been filled with erotic things.
"I have to get out of here before my mind gets any more broken."
Mira tidied up the blanket to cover her naked body, then she walked towards the bathroom.
While George looked at Mira who looked overwhelmed holding the blanket.
"What ?" Tanya Mira was full of questioning feeling was - was with the gaze of George.
"Nothing." George lirih.
Go clean yourself and temporarily use the kimono towel in the bathroom while waiting for your clothes to be there.
"Ohy.. And that's your phone I still have." Added George.
Mira passed by leaving George without saying anything.
"Mahhaha . . ." George chuckles.
"You're so funny, baby. If only you knew your face was like a red tomato then surely you would laugh out loud." Inner George.
After he finished wearing his clothes, George immediately contacted Lucas asking him to come to the room he occupied. Lucas rushes to George's room.
Fortunately Lucas stayed at the same hotel as George because it did not take long for Lucas to be in his boss' room.
"What should I do boss?" Lucas asked with a serious face.
"What is the war going on in this room ?
By god, what did his boss do to that woman ? Where is she ? Is that woman dead ? Where's the body ?" Inner Lucas.
"Get Mira clothes." George's orders.
I don't know the size. Is it S or XS ? I don't know. Just buy her clothes.
And one more. Keep that bed sheet. George pointed at the bed sheet that was dirty because there were blood stains there.
"You don't have to wash it. Just leave it like that. Just keep it good - well bed linen it." George was full of emphasis.
"Ready boss." Lucas replied, understanding the boss's orders.
After finishing wrapping the reddish white sheets, Lucas told his boss to immediately carry out the other command.
Fortunately his boss mastered Indonesian so there was no difficulty for him to talk to the American man considering Lucas was not good at English.
Lucas was one of George's confidants. He was the head of all of George's men in Indonesia. This is not the first time George has come to Indonesia. He has been here several times but not in Jakarta but in Bali.
Having a luxurious and romantic resort business makes George have to fly to Bali at least two or three times a year.
While in the bathroom.
Mira who flushed her body with warm water felt pain in some parts, especially in the groin.
Last night was really a heavyweight fight that of course he could not win.
Mira still does not believe that she is no longer a holy girl. Her water trickles into one with the water from the bathroom shower.
"Hiks . . hiks . . ." The sound of Mira crying.
"I'm sorry God. I have sinned. You must know that this is completely out of my control. Even now I don't know what to do."Mira cried in her tears.
"Tok . .tok . . .tok . . ." The sound of knocking on the door.
"Are you okay inside ?" George asked a little worried.
"Yes." Yeah." Mira answered briefly.
"Then get out quickly. We have to have breakfast." George cried out in a slightly loud voice.
"What's? Breakfast ? Us ? After what happened, do you think I can sit down and eat with you ?" Shouted Mira from inside the bathroom.
"I don't care. Hurry out." George's orders.
"You're a fucking real fuck! Fucking guy! Devil man, go to hell!!!" Shouted Mira growled.
"It doesn't matter you keep grumbling like that. It's okay even if you swear at me. But hurry out or I'll get in there and drag you in." George was a little upset.
"Bas on the forced man! goddamn bum! Goddamnit! I can't believe there's a man like him in this world." Inner Mira.
***
After finishing her bath, Mira walked to George who had been sitting sweetly at the dining table which was beside the right room.
Mira looked at the food on the table.
"Looks good. But there's less." Mira muttered in heart.
"Sit down and enjoy your breakfast." Pinta George's.
"But . . . but . . ."Mira spoke a little doubtfully.
"What else is it?" George asked curiously.
"I want to eat rice." Mira answered shyly - embarrassed.
"Oh...I'm sorry, dear." Wait a minute, I'll order it.
On the table there is only a toast equipped with chocolate jam, omelets, sausages, cut fruit, fruit juice and coffee and warm tea.
Mira took the toast and smeared it with chocolate jam and immediately put it in her mouth.
"I've never felt this kind of hunger before." Inner Mira.
After a while, the rice order had arrived delivered by a waiters.
Mira again continues her drinking activities without caring about George who was busy with his cellphone while enjoying a cup of coffee.
They enjoyed their breakfast quietly and peacefully until the sound of someone breaking the silence.