The After One Night
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The storm went to the left moments after Cheryl went to the right. At the end of the place, Storm grabbed a paper bag from the hand of a courier and exchanged dollars for the man.

The Hurricane accidentally ordered women's clothing from a nearby boutique to get there quickly.

The storm brought his paper bag to the toilet through a road that did not cross Eveline and his friends.

"Follow me!" The storm pulls Cheryl to another place. Cheryl's forehead is made to cringe. "Where?"

"Follow it!"

"I can walk by myself! What's the matter, actually?" Cheryl thrashed small but the power of the Storm was so great it dominated. The two of them entered a place that was closed to a kind of presidential class.

Cheryl looked at him. There are karaoke tools, dim lights, purple sofas, which surely Storm has specially ordered this exclusive place to meet his girl.

The storm shut the door and cornered Cheryl's body in the corner. "Well, you're here hmm?"

Cheryl knows very well, the storm doesn't like its existence. "I'm sorry if my presence bothers you. I didn't know you were here!" His rebut.

The storm thrust a paper bag containing a white t-shirt at Cheryl. "Wear it!" Declared.

"What's this?" Cheryl is still loyal with a frown on her forehead.

"You realize your body is always my friends' concern!" Ketus Storm.

Cheryl gave a faint laugh. "What's the problem? I was wearing it, and of course I was aware of people's views on me!"

"Yes?" The storm smiled in annoyance, he then grabbed Cheryl's lower back until it fused with him. "Are you deliberately flirting with me again?" Ask.

"Not at all!" Although comfortable in the young man's arms, Cheryl was a little thrashed.

Storm whispers. "One round we can do here, change his clothes and make me bleed enough!"

"What business are you!" Cheryl pushed the Storm's body hard to escape. Her beautiful Netra was so keenly staring into the eyeballs belonging to the Storm.

"How difficult is it to change clothes?" The storm slammed his paper bag on the surface of the table.

"I'm not your toy!" Seeing the Storm's anger, Cheryl stepped away.

"Cheryl!" In the next second the Storm grabbed the girl's slender waist until it united later. The storm breathed deeply into the peaceful scent of Cheryl's neck niche.

"Deliver!"

Not the Storm if he had to give up, he tried to take off Cheryl's jacket. "You forced me to play rough! Now open Baby!"

"No want! Off!" The storm turned Cheryl's body over before finally putting the two lips together.

"Geeh!" As powerful as Cheryl thrashed.

But not with this opium storm of tenderness. "Oh My God, sweet."

Plakkc...

"Beib." One hard slap Storm found.

The slashing gaze unsheathed the handsome young man. The storm folded his furious lips. But this is quite deserved.

"Stop saying!" Cheryl is hysterical.

"I'm like this because I care about you!" The storm is no less squealing. This time Cheryl gave up, she took off her jacket and grabbed a white t-shirt from the paper bag.

The storm gulps down the saliva as Cheryl's sexy body is left only with a charming black kemben. And Cheryl immediately put on a Storm-given t-shirt before she put her black jacket back on.

"Thank you for following." Smiling small, the Storm carried his hand touching Cheryl's smooth cheeks.

But the beautiful girl brushed off with a cynical face. "Stop touched me!"

"You're still mad at me hmm?"

Cheryl chuckled, she really did not understand the strange attitude of this man. Yesterday the words just for fun a Storm managed to make him crumble, then now the young man questioned his anger?

"There's nothing we need to talk about anymore, right? I'm sorry." Not wanting to linger in confrontation, Cheryl again stepped away.

Forget about running away, how could the Storm be willing to let go of the girl? With long strides the young man dispelled Cheryl's tiny body.

"You think I'm gonna let you go before I get to hug you, do you?"

"Who dare you say that?" Cheryl was bucin all this time, but do not forget the stubborn traits that are revealed as a whole.

"You forgot we ever spent a night together, Yank?" Shimmied Storm while emphasizing that word.

"There will only be one night!" Cheryl yelling. "I can do that with anyone without having to serve a haughty human like you!" Ticus.

"And you ruined this good girl!"

"You gave it to me yourself! Did you forget?"

Cheryl nodded. "Well, at least now I understand that giving up one night with you is the biggest mistake of my life!"

Storm chuckles. "You can talk casually like this after I sleep Cheryl Arsya?"

"When did you know my name? Was it after that night that you were curious and found out about me?" Cheryl Pip.

"Part before that!"

"Bulcyen!"

Cheryl stepped back, then one side of Storm's hand encapsulated the girl's jaw. "Give me a kiss, just once."

"Deliver!" The word depends on when the storm successfully lands a coercive kiss.

Grett....

"Aw! Sick Baby!" The storm broke their lips when they found a bite from their opponent's kiss.

"Forget we were together, I'm sick of you!" Cheryl opened the door and walked out of the room.

"Cheryl!" Still unwilling to accept rejection, the Storm followed her little girl's footsteps.

"Ough, sexy!" Up ahead, one middle-aged man blocked Cheryl's path.

"Excuse me Uncle." Cheryl asked for a way.

"We'll just meet up." The male bully held out his hand.

However, the Storm's hand actually reached the collar of the man's shirt. "So your eyes are old!" The screech.

"Storm!" Cheryl knitted her eyebrows.

"Who are you?" The drunk asked grimly.

Bugh!

By the Storm's blow, the drunken man fell into a snarl due to his joy. "Fuck!" The storm seized this opportunity to stomp on his opponent's chest.

"Storm! Enough's enough!" Cheryl pulled the young man's arm out of her opponent.

Now, all the attention is on them, lucky for this location away from Eveline and Sandy's hangout.

The storm turned on Cheryl who was shaking in fear. "You see, I hate the look of their curse on you!" The storm grabbed Cheryl's black jacket, to pull her zipper up.

"You're a crazy Storm!" For the first time, Cheryl discovered the young man's true character. The reality is, Storms are over possessive. The young man would resemble a demon from a supreme clan when feeling jealous.

Cheryl goes away, she goes back to Sandy's desk, Ciko and other friends. Cheryl sits in front of Eveline's couch. One glass of orange juice he sipped until the toilet was so upset.

Shortly after, the Storm caught up, he sat down with a roar of unsettled breath while looking at Cheryl's beautiful face that was still angry at him.

"Where have you been?" Eveline asked softly. His hand rubbed the Storm's cheek and then brushed it off. "Toilet."

"Where's Sandy?" Cheryl asked Ciko. It seems that Ciko is starting to enjoy this discotheque atmosphere.

"Sister Sandy again ordered a meal. He said, in the next room we can eat good." Answer Ciko relax.

"Gue wants to go home."

Ciko frowned. "Well, how come you go home anyway? I still feel at home here, a lot of handsome guys! As if after eating. Said the steak was good for Ryl."

"Gue wants to go home right now."

"Why Ryl? You're not familiar with nightclub situations?" Eveline is interfering.

Cheryl turns to the lover of the young man who just kissed her. "Maybe."

"In a moment, we eat together first, only after that we go home together, Lo's apartment the same one-way Hurricane, right?"

Cheryl was pensive, Eveline was too good to be paired with a Storm that had even spent the night with her.

Cheryl regretted her actions, why did she think she wanted to take the Storm from this good woman?

...Notes. Gaiss nopel next door will also be up, but again the same tangs lom-ba side.😭 Sorry well wankawan.....