The Devil's Touch
#169
Milan woke up in the morning, he turned his head to the side and it turned out Maxime was not in his room either since when the man came out.
Milan saw his body under the blanket and he rounded his eyes because he was still round. But strangely he doesn't remember anything about last night's events. Whether he and Maxime actually did the first night or not. Milan had a little doubt.
"If I hadn't done it, I couldn't have possibly*ng" murmured Milan.
"But where is Maxime, why did he just leave. What's in the bathroom ..."
Milan was screaming. "Maxi ..."
Not once did he call Maxime but many times, but no one came out of the bathroom. Milan got off the bed with a thick blanket still covering his body. He had little trouble walking because of the thick blanket.
Milan opened the bathroom door and it turned out to be empty. Milan again walked to pick up his phone in the drawer to call Maxime, but it turns out that things that Maxime never did make Milan confused, Maxime refused a call from Milan.
Milan stared at his phone with a wrinkled forehead. "Why in rijek ..."
Milan tried once again and Maxime still refused a call from Milan. The girl hurriedly sent a message to Maxime.
Milan was stunned because Maxime's reply was not as usual, short. Usually the man always replies to Milan's messages with affectionate calls but this time not at all.
Milan let out a rough sigh and then kept his phone back in the drawer and walked over to sit on the bed. He was trying to remember what happened last night.
"In the middle of the night we go home, and Maxime goes to the office at one night. What ..." Milan hung up his sentence.
"What was last night, the first night that failed?"
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Meanwhile in the office Maxime drinks beer alone from one night until morning. A few bottles of messy drinks on the table, he also spent a lot of cigarettes. Cigarette butts on the table.
The regret is not playing with Milan, because the first night failed because Milan fainted. Either because the girl was too uptight or did not want to do the first night with her.
Though all this time Maxime was so patient to refrain from pouncing on Milan in bed when they always slept together. Months of waiting and holding back all failed just to make Maxime's mood fall apart instantly.
Even he is not willing to talk to Milan now, several times the girl called but Maxime always scolded him.
Arsen opened the door and jumped in shock as he turned towards the sofa.
"Why did you come so early?" tanya Arsen walked over to Maxime. He spread his eyes out at a table so messy with bottles, peanuts and cigarette butts.
Then Arsen sat down in front of Maxime and asked. "What's wrong with you? wasn't it last night, your first night?"
Maxime gulped back the beer in his hand and then kept the empty bottle on the table. Maxime was about to pick up a new bottle but Arsen immediately picked up the bottle.
"You're like a starving midfielder*n, enough not to drink too much!"
Maxime again sat on the sofa by leaning his back on the sofa and then smoking a cigarette the umpteenth time. I don't know how many tens of cigarettes the man spent from one hour a night until this early, which is obviously cigarette butts scattered on the floor and tables.
"Who?" ask Arsen. "Milan mean?"
Maxime nodded making Arsen frown his confused forehead.
"What's your real problem?" ask Arsen.
"He didn't want the first night, he also initially lied and said he was coming by the moon."
Maxime then laughed smirkily with a red face from drinking too much. "She might want to marry me out of fear."
Arsen sighed then opened a new bottle of beer and sipped it. "It is difficult to have a small wife, she must be afraid to see the size of yours is too big. Just try it if you-Akkhh!!"
Maxime throws Arsen's face with a sofa pillow.
"How dare you discuss that with me!!" pissed Maxime.
Arsen clucked while throwing the pillow back onto the sofa where Maxime was sitting. "That's damn right*n, she's scared!! not because you don't love you .. try to marry a girl your sister's age, which may be afraid of the size of yours, some are happy ..."
"Miwa is happy" continued Arsen slowly.
Maxime suddenly widened his eyes. "Say once more!! Miwa happy what?"
Arsen shook his head. "N-no."
Maxime immediately moved from his seat to Arsen and pulled the collar of the man's shirt in a stifled rage. "Don't tell me Miwa's seen yours Ar!!!"
Arsen swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. "In addition to being chatty he was brave enough to open my pants ..."
"Ar you-BUGH!!"
Maxime punched Arsen in the face, not to be outdone Arsen immediately kicked Maxime's stomach until he fell backward.
Arsen rubbed the tip of his lips. "Sial*n why hit me!!"
"Why did you open your pants in front of Miwa kepar*t!! you are not married!!" shouting Maxime.
"He's the one who opens my pants when I sleep!!" sahut Arsen shouted as well.
"You and Miwa are the same, twin stars. Can't resist air n*fsu. Fortunately, I can still hold it!!"
"Me and Milan are truly the victims of the great n*fsu you two are twin humans!!" arsen then walked out of the room leaving Maxime screaming.
"GIRLNN!!"
seriated