The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 33. Oh Mon Dieu (Oh my God).

LA COUPOLE D'ARGENT'S BAR, PUTEAUX.

Adrienne waved at Wulan who had just gotten off the taxi. The short-haired woman stood beside the green-painted light pole in front of the bar.

Wulan kissed Adrienne's cheeks at a glance, then the two entered the bar that was starting to be crowded by the visitor.

"Une bouteille de Jack Daniel's, s'il vous plait (one bottle of Jack Daniels, please)," Adrienne told a bartender, pulling a chair in front of a bar table.

"Want more cola, lemon, apple cider or cranberry juice?" haggling The Bartender.

"Non, non, just pure."

One bottle of whiskey was served in front of Adrienne and Wulan. The bartender deftly opened the bottle cap and poured the first pouring on the two slokis and pushed the small glasses each on the two women.

"Uufh ..." lenguh Wulan as soon as the brownish yellow liquid flowed through his throat. "I really need this," she chuckled as she felt her body begin to warm up.

"Moi aussi (me too)" Adrienne said as she sipped her glass. When his facial expression seemed to have trouble swallowing the liquid, the two women were blown away.

Once the glass is empty, Adrienne fills it again and again. Up to a few minutes of their drinking is filled with warm chatter here and there, occasionally interspersed with the laughter of those who break up.

"Ah, I'm stressed" Adrienne said as she chewed on the baked beans served by the bartender moments ago. "Mon mari (my husband), lately busy with his work. He often stayed out of town. With reason for work."

"What's the problem?" ask Wulan while picking a handful of roasted beans.

"The thing is I suspect he has another woman."

Wulan. "Why do you think like that?" ask her with a mouth busy chewing nuts.

"I checked his phone. There's a weird name on his contact list. Marie-Ange .. I don't remember any of my friends or my husband's friend Marie-Ange." Adrienne pours out her shoe glass. Then gulp.

"Maybe he's your husband's colleague" Wulan said.

"Je sais pas (i don't know), Wulan .. somehow I feel suspicious of that name." Adrienne pressed her shoulders. "Is not the feeling of a wife strong?"

Wulan smiled faintly. It's like being thrown back in time to hear Adrienne say. As he opens Pierre's cell phone and finds Emelie's name there.

"Maybe you better ask your husband who Marie-Ange is," Wulan was greeted with a nod of Adrienne's head. Then sip the glass.

"How are you?" ask Adrienne. "With Damien," he snickered. "Looks like you really."

Wulan exhaled a rough breath. "I'm not interested in him."

"Isn't he handsome?" adrienne Keke.

Wulan hissing. "Of course." He looked straight at the shelf filled with bottles of alcoholic beverages.

Adrienne nudged Wulan's shoulder suddenly. "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

Wulan. "No."

Adrienne's lips were cut. He poured whiskey into Wulan's sloki glass. "You don't have anything to do with Maximilian, do you?" his tan suddenly made Wulan's chest thump.

Wulan gulped her whiskey and chuckled, trying to hide her nervousness. "Why are you asking me that?"

"I'm not blind, Wulan. I've seen Max approach you at school. And your body language is different. Not like a teacher and a student."

"It's not what you think, Adrienne. I just position myself as a Teacher who is willing to listen to the complaints of his students," Wulan denied.

Adrienne sighed softly. "I hope so. I warned you, Wulan."

Wulan took her slok and gulped it down. Then pour the whiskey, and gulp it again. It was obvious that he was starting to feel nervous. The shadow of Max who was now in his apartment flashed.

What's the kid doing?

He glanced at the clock on his wrist. Eight o'clock at night. Wulan turned to Adrienne who now seemed to have drowned in her whiskey cradle.

"Ca va, Dames (are you okay, ladies)?" greeting the Bartender who saw Wulan was twitching his forehead and Adrienne who was silent while spinning her slitting glass.

"Owh, oui, oui, ca va, merci," said Wulan. The bartender smiled and continued his work.

"Adrienne, it looks like I have to go home" Wulan said as she placed a hundred euros on the table.

"Tres vite (so fast)" said Adrienne.

"Oui, je suis fatigue (yes I'm tired)." Wulan got up from her seat and kissed Adrienne's cheek at a glance. Before it passed, he waved at the bartender then stepped out.

"Taxi!"

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Wulan opened the door of her apartment slowly. The living room looks bright. It was only illuminated by the light coming from outside the window. His hand touched the light switch that was near where he used to hang his coat.

"Max?" call him when the lights are on and don't find the young man there. But he saw his backpack still lying on the sofa.

He checked the kitchen, but Max wasn't there. His steps slowly went to his room.

Wulan was stunned for a moment when she found Max asleep on the bed, wrapped in a thick blanket that covered his body at the waist. He swallowed his saliva.

He saw that bengal boy. Her long, disheveled hair covered part of her face. For a long time he traced Max's handsome face to the eyes, the sturdy jaw, his red-coloured lips, his neck, and then his bare chest.

Wulan chuckled. How could he let Max be in his bed. Even now his brain was starting to wildly imagine things that he had never done for a long time.

When was the last time he did it with Pierre. He doesn't even remember exactly. He had almost forgotten the feeling of being touched by the firm hand of a man. Oh, his body feels a little floating. Probably because of the alcohol. Or because of his wandering brain.

Wulan took off her scarf and coat and threw it on the floor. Now he only wears thin shirts and leggings only.

He climbed into the bed and sat down at Max's feet. His hand hesitated to pull the blanket wrapped around the body.

"Miss."

Wulan jerked. He immediately shuffled towards the edge of the bed. Pretending to look for a coat he threw on the floor for a moment.

"I'm sorry I borrowed your bed. I was so sleepy." Max rests his back on the head of the bed.

Wulan cleared her throat once. "Yes, since you're awake now, do you want to go?" asked Wulan while pretending to be busy folding her coat.

"You want me to go, Miss?"

"I was a little ... drunk," Wulan said as she turned her index finger beside her head.

Max smiled broadly. He approached slowly at Wulan who was still sitting on the edge of the bed.

Without asking Wulan for permission, she grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him slowly until Wulan's back touched the surface of the bed.

"Don't, Max ...." Wulan spoke softly when she felt the touch of Max's lips sweeping her neck. Shower him with gentle kisses.

Oh, Wulan hates this. Always struggling with the desire to surrender to receive the treatment of this bengal child or must stop it.

Breath hunting. His brain seemed to be starting to be unable to think properly. He could not even resist when Max's hand moved to open the soft t-shirt that wrapped his body.

The slow movement of Max's hand that squeezed his chest made his body as if it had its own brain and reacted by itself. Mengge.

He could not accept this temptation. The defense is collapsing. He grabbed Max's hair and greedily devoured the young man's lips. He has to finish tonight.

He doesn't care who he is or who Max is. Alcohol does not help him to think clearly. He misses the caress of a man.

He misses the caress of Pierre.

"Pierre?" Wulan gasped as the name just slid from her mouth. It's like coming out of his subconscious. Make Max pull his body from above Wulan and stand looking in disbelief at her.

"I'm sorry, Miss," he said, grabbing his clothes on the nightstand and then quickly picking them up.

"Max ...."

Max ignored the call of Wulan who was still lying on the bed. He walked out of the room and shut the door.

Wulan exhaled a rough breath. He squeezed his face many times. Then hit his forehead with his fist.

Between relief and guilt mixed into one.

"Mon Dieu (my god) ...."

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