That Bastard Is My Destiny
Don't Blame Me

Cleire was grouching on the edge of the bed. His eyes continued to stare intently at the bathroom door where the perverted man was there. The girl touched her slightly swollen lips, her face flushed red in light of the stupid incident she thought was crazy.

I've been tainted ....

The girl got up and ran towards the dresser that somehow since when was there, there were even a lot of women's equipment.

Hmh! Casanovas.

Cleire was astonished to see so many signs of romance that Chris left behind. She can't be home tonight or her mom will be nagging all the time. Looking at the makeup tools on the table, Cleire hesitated to touch it because it had never dealt with such an object, except for the thin powder and lip moisturizer.

I don't even know what it's for.

Though his sister, Casey always asked him to try or at least learn a little just in case. However, what is the power if the master remains reluctant even though it has been commemorated many times. Stubborn, that was a suitable image for Cleire.

"Akhh .. shit!" he hit the dresser.

Suddenly ....

A pair of sturdy hands had supported him from behind. Chris's hand shut the girl by resting both hands on the dresser and enjoying Cleire's natural beautiful face from the glass mirror. The beautiful face gasped until it forgot to breathe again. Chris chuckles and ....

Plastered

Cleire complained while rubbing his forehead which was flicked by Chris. The girl looked at him nyalang, making Chris again giggle amused. The man finally wrapped his hands around Cleire's stomach, propping his chin above the girl's head.

The difference in height makes Chris very comfortable hugging this girl. However, different if it was the other girl, only her Cleire was able to make her comfortable. The man hoped that if his mother was willing to accept this girl of his choice, given her mother's slightly harsh and picky temperament, even her father did not dare to oppose her.

"Let it be like this for a second, please." Please ask Cleire who is starting to rebel.

Cleire was transfixed when Chris kissed the top of her head from behind. Eh... Why did this man's treatment suddenly soften? His face turned a little more sad. Is he sad? No way!

Cleire according to involuntarily, she noticed the clingy handsome face from behind the mirror reflecting their silhouette. Chris displayed his handsome smile when he realized that his girl was looking at him too.

"I know I'm good-looking and you probably won't hold out if you wait too long." Chris whispered in Cleire's ear while looking at her in the mirror.

"Huh?" Plain still plain, the girl certainly does not understand except the word 'handsome' which she considers narcissistic.

Chris chuckles amusedly. Ah ... What does it feel like to love a new girl? Thanking the benevolent God opened her heart and eyes to this beautiful girl.

"Girl!" Cleire screamed in shock as Chris again picked her up and squeezed her body there.

"Chris, you—" Again, the baj*ngan took a kiss on her lips.

Gentler. Chris kissed her gently, as if her lips were something fragile and had to be careful. Cleire lulled, again. This man seemed to know his weakness, his outstretched hand touched Chris' shoulder and retorted.

Chris suddenly took off his grip, something was standing down there because it got a response. His jaw hardened with a heavy breath. Cleire was the same, the girl also adjusted her breathing, making Chris could not bear to see that face.

He's not the same, Chris. Don't wreck. Chris warned himself.

"I love you, Cleire. No one can have you but me. If you dare love another man, then don't blame me if he disappears." Chris walked out, leaving Cleire frozen.

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Chris stiffened the wine in his hand. After saying that, he immediately left without looking over. Go in and sit at his bar table.

He's a perfectionist man who never thinks about love, all he does is work and relieve stress by making love. It never occurred to him to have a serious relationship with a woman. His arrival to Indonesia who would have thought would be the intermediary for his meeting with the beautiful and sly girl. Unique and innocent girl, but not that stupid.

Although it was their first meeting, the heart knew who it was. Chris knew that this was not just a love or awe, but love.

Yes. This is love!

No matter if he would be said to be selfish or coercive, he would never let go of Cleire. Even if her family were against her, she would take the girl away until there were only the two of them there. What about the term 'love doesn't have to have?' It's bullshit! There is no such thing in his dictionary.

Can you see how selfish that guy is? Sometimes love has to be excessive because there is no logic in it. To love properly is a difficult thing. So, don't force her to love like most people because she has her own way of giving her love.

Chris had ordered dinner for the two of them and arranged it on the table. It did not feel like they had been together all day, enough to prove that the girl could indeed make him comfortable.

This man was waiting for his girl to finish her bath. Even though it was late, Chris had no intention of driving her home. Ardrich had actually contacted him since then, not to ask Cleire, but to interrogate him about Seno and Clark's unfaithful gossip.

How does he know? The two men themselves tell him to be careful with the anger of Ardrich who knows himself to be with another woman. This is what happens when you only hear information from one party. Chris is lazy to serve it, setting his phone in silent mode. Let Ar be upset himself for having his phone ignored.

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