The Love of the Racer
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"Jeaven, where did you sleep last night?" Jenny immediately threw a question when she saw her eldest son had just passed the main doorway.

"There was urgent business last night, so Jeaven slept in the apartment, Mom," she explained. For a moment he stared at the warm face of the woman who gave birth to him with an indecipherable look.

"What's wrong?" As a mother, Jenny is certainly very sensitive to the unusual gurgle of her handsome son. "Did something happen to you?" It sums up both cheeks of Jeaven, channeling a warm touch full of attention and affection.

Smiling silently, Jeaven spoke again. "Something's going on, but Jeaven can handle it, Mom." The man seemed reluctant to tell me about last night. A Jeaven is very different from her sister, Jennis.

The character of Jennis is more open let alone dealing with feelings problems. But it is not in the figure of a more closed Jeaven, especially concerned with the heart.

"Whatever it is, Mommy believes in you, honey. Yes, the hunt took a shower and then breakfast," he said.

"Yes" Jeaven replied briefly, then retraced his footsteps towards his room.

Tired of getting into the mind because of trying to brush off the flash of memory last night that makes the heart uncomfortable, Jeaven melenakan large body on the bed. Close your eyes to get a sense of calm.

However, when he was closed the memory that wanted to be forgotten was increasingly twirling on the head. His body suddenly returned. The center of might began to pulsate and harden without being asked.

"The existence of that woman has always made me difficult!" His grunts were half frustrated.

Drrt ...!

He gasped from the mind as the phone in his pants pocket gave a tingly sensation in one go. Lazily, taken his expensive mobile phone and saw the contents of the message.

Verlins:

Before lunch time you have a schedule to meet with the Production House agency to discuss the advertising brand that you will star in.

Jeaven put down her phone after reading a short message from her personal manager along with a sigh. It felt like for today he wanted so badly not to go anywhere.

Because of his success in the world of cross-racing, Jeaven became a star and was flooded with offers of cooperation from various advertising companies to sponsor well-known brands from home and abroad. Not only that, the charm of his typical handsome face with a cold charismatic aura also became a high selling point.

Honestly, he initially turned down an offer to become an advertising star. There is not even a shred of interest to plunge in the commercial world of television. However, for the sake of pleasing the younger brother-Jennis, the man finally agreed despite some reservations.

Drrt ...!

His attention again drifted to the phone when one message came back in.

Verlins:

Oya, did you come to the apartment to look for me last night? Why didn't you call me first? Last night I happened to be staying at the foundation. Sorry yeah.

Different from the previous message, this time the man seemed intent on sending a reply.

Jeavens:

Verlins:

In two hours I'll see you.

Jeavens:

Ok.

Verlin has been an orphan since the age of 8. The fire destroyed the house and even claimed the lives of his parents. Because he no longer has a place to live and relatives, he was forced to live in an orphanage. A home under the auspices of the Allison family's charitable foundation.

Jeaven knew Verlin from high school. That's where they started to be friends until now.

Despite being cold, in fact the handsome Jeaven had helped Verlin a lot. Like giving the opportunity to work as his manager and even allowing the woman to occupy his empty apartment. All of this is based on humanity and nothing more.

The sharp-eyed man lowered his gaze towards hers who appeared to be protruding behind his pants. He cursed himself and began to get upset.

"Jesslyn Fundamentals. Because of him, I almost lost control last night."

When the heart wants to forget, the brain even makes it more complacent. Jeaven floundered helplessly, letting last night's flash of fondling back wander.

"Jeaven my dear .. Why are you just silent? Hm! You're not exciting. Iishh!" Jesslyn, drunk from alcohol, kissed Jeaven's lips again. The hand was also brought sniffling into the man's pants, massaging something that had already hardened.

"You woke the sleeping lion, Jesslyn. So don't blame me if you kill me" said Jeaven, who was covered in passion.

This time Jeaven's libido-defense embankment began to collapse due to a mischievous touch on her lips. The man did not want to let the woman control himself. Common sense as if transmigrating somewhere. All he knew, his passion had to be channeled immediately.

"Apa! Jeav! Hmp!" Jesslyn was slightly startled as Jeaven pushed her down on the bed and overstretched her. He is increasingly not struggling because of a brutal kiss on his lips.

His body wriggled under the cage as Jeaven's lip play began to boil down to his white neck, scoring a red mark there. Dessahan was heard instantly, because the touch of the man's tongue was dancing on the top of the chest.

I don't know since when Jesslyn's upper body was almost perfectly exposed. Unexpectedly, Jeaven was very skilled even though this was the first experience.

As good as a man is, he is willing to keep the honor of a woman. Remember, you were born from the womb of a woman, my son.

Jeaven's fondling stopped instantly as the father's wise advice clashed back in his mind. Coinciding with that, he only realized that Jesslyn was already asleep.

Rubbing his face rough, Jeaven ends his memory of last night's incident with Jesslyn.

"You're a bastard, Jeaven." He cursed himself and then walked to the bathroom.

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