That Bastard Is My Destiny
In My Bed's

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The lunch that was so awaited until now can be said to have entered a little in the stomach of handsome men who were looking at Chris in astonishment. The reason is, the man who eats the most, as if reluctant to share and does not want them to taste.

"You starving?" Seno, Clark, Ardrich, even Cleire was just busy looking at Chris who ate so voraciously.

"This is the last time you guys ate Cleire's cooking" he said suddenly, making them gawk at him.

"Before meeting you, I ate his cooking every day" replied Ardrich raising his eyebrows.

Who else would cook in her apartment if not her little sister? Don't ask him because the kitchen is illegal for him! Cooking noodles alone he can't!

"Then that's the last time!" break up Chris one-sided.

Ardrich immediately chuckled in annoyance, his hands reflexively picking up a sofa cushion and throwing it at Chris who was staring intently at him.

"A new lifetime this time someone forbid me from eating my own sister's cooking!" cercan.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Chris shouted, throwing the pillow back at Ardrich.

Cleire sighed patiently, today's ordeal was so heavy. Not wanting to bother, he grabbed the chopsticks, then filled one by one plates belonging to Seno and Clark with various menus without caring for two people who were arguing silly.

"Eat the full, ignore the two men of the forest." That kind, gentle greeting invited their handsome smile. Both gave thumbs up.

"You're the best." Clark and Seno looked on with contrived astonishment, making Cleire raise her chin arrogantly.

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Cleire was silent with a look out the window. Occasionally his eyes glanced to the side where Chris was driving with a flat look mixed with annoyance.

Since he was close to the man, Cleire felt that both Chris and Ardrich often quarreled over small things. It is like a little bully who is the cause of their quarrel.

Not without reason. Ardrich is a brother who loves his sister, as well as Chris who loves his girl. Both of them were just equally unwilling to have to share Cleire's attention and affection.

After being calmed down by Cleire, the two eventually both kept quiet, until Chris decided to go home. Not forgetting he dragged Cleire along with him, and here they are now, sitting in a walking car.

"After I thought, my presence seemed to–"

"Destructive," Chris cut.

"You want to say that, right? Ck, you think this is a novel? Feeling like a bitch, then you want to go away from us, right. That way our relationship will be fine after you're gone."

"Don't expect you to leave while I'm alive. Don't break the promise!" chris continued, making Cleire's lips pursed.

"Just think negatively, who did it" the girl grumbled.

"Not yet, but will!" ketus Chris's.

Cleire grew even more sullen, for the umpteenth time he had to feel defeated if he came into contact with the perverted man. Are they really a soul mate? The proof is Chris always managed to become his handler.

So annoying! cuss Cleire in the Heart.

"Don't curse!" Tak. Chris's finger made Cleire surprised.

"It hurts!" Squeezing his slightly sore forehead.

"Sickness in the physical is nothing compared to pain in the heart. You've hurt my heart so many times, don't feel guilty at all?" chris said after stopping his car, then tilted his body to face the beautiful girl. It looks like this debate will be a little long.

"Really's? Are you taking revenge because I hurt your heart so much. So, you also want to retaliate by physically hurting me!" yells.

"Yes." Yeah." His reply suddenly made Cleire's eyes widen in annoyance. His face was red with anger.

"What kind of man do you hurt women? I'll report you to the– side"

"Strumped me. I'm not sure if you'll be okay after mine breaks through your defenses." Chris smiled with a grin as he glanced at the bottom of Cleire.

Cleire's face could not help but blush. He was innocent, but not that innocent until he did not understand the direction of Chris' conversation. Cleire thoughtlessly immediately closed the part of her thigh that was covered in that short skirt with her bag.

"Basic pervert!" shouted Cleire, while giving a streak of blows to the chest of the field. Chris chuckled amusedly, successfully pranking this girl repeatedly.

He held Cleire's hand, then wrapped his hand around her strapping body until they embraced.

"Deliver!"

"No way," replied Chris without sin.

"Bad guy let me go or I scream," threatened Cleire with a fierce face but very funny in Chris' eyes.

"Since then you've been screaming" he said casually, making Cleire even more upset. "It sucks!"

Cup. Not taking it anymore, Chris landed his lips on the girl. Cup, cup, cup. The girl had no chance to refuse, until Chris completely buried his lips, sipped his tongue and all the sweet part of his lips.

"I love you."

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...And we close with the sweet-sweet 😆...