The Love of the Racer
Night Club

"I'll take it from you if you don't want to."

"He's not mine, just take it."

"Okay, deal?!"

"Whatever!" Jeaven forcibly pulled the collar of Jennis's shirt and dragged him out of the room until the two stopped at the door of a room. “Sign in to your room then sleep.”

“You were eleven twelve with mommy, very chatty,” jennis chirped then pushed the door leaf and went into the room. A second later, the young man returned to his head. "You're gonna have to teach me how to ride your big bike."

"Yes, later. Now go to sleep."

"Don't make me whine like a child just to collect on that promise. I don't want to look stupid."

"That's not gonna happen."

"And don't act like I'm a kid again."

“Do not ban me,” sahut Jeaven objection sign. Encouraged Jennis's head to go back into the room and close the door followed by a heavy sigh.

"He really misses you. He also never once missed a live broadcast of your motorcycle racing game on TV. You've become an idol for her" said Jenny, who happened to cross paths with her eldest son when she wanted to go back to the room with her husband Jeffrey

Jeaven immediately turned his neck to the side, until the figures of both parents filled the eye space. "He always makes me anxious."

"He'll be fine. We'll rest. You get some rest, too" said Jeffrey, the Daddy.

"Good night, sweetie." Jenny kissed the cheek of the son and then resigned her husband's pull towards the room which always has a hot atmosphere every night because of the ritual bed before going to bed.

Drrt ...! Drrt ...! Drrt ...!

Jeaven's attention instantly turned to his vibrating pants pocket. He reached into his cell phone and read the name of the caller.

My feeling of return is bad.

His grunts in his heart after knowing who called him these nights.

"Hm, what's wrong?"

"...."

"No. You take care of yourself."

"...."

"Well! All right, I'll be there."

Already know the fear of snow, but it's still crawling. Basic lady.

A rude sigh rang out again, ending his daydream. "Anotherwise the woman troubles me," her grunts go hand in hand with the sound of the engine turning on.

"I won't forgive him this time if I come back to humiliate me." Jeaven immediately drove his car to where he was told by phone.

The roar of the car engine stopped right in the courtyard of a night entertainment building located in the heart of the capital. For a moment, Jeaven seemed to be thinking of taking a foot down his car. A little hesitation in the chest cavity.

But that didn't last long. His humanity is more powerful. Although ... actually he was very forced.

Sighing heavily, Jeaven then put a face mask and hat on the head. He didn't want many people to recognize his handsome face. However, he must protect the good image that has been maintained as a world racer.

After all, getting into the nightclub was not his habit. Jeaven is also an anti-drinking demon that he thinks can make him lose his mind instantly.

In a sense, the man was indeed unable to gulp down the alcoholic liquid despite the drop. He also will not touch cigarette butts even though he is stressed. For Jeaven, those two deadly objects could affect her move to success.

What a dream guy, isn't he? Sure enough, if in the real world men like this will be a target, especially for women who are stuck too long in singles, because it can save money. Kitchen materials are never lacking, the household is safe.

Hope so. Haha!

Jeaven walked gallantly through the glittering light of the dazzling colorful disco lights. His eagle eyes were brought sweeping through the room, looking for a figure he should immediately find.

Where is that woman? Monologue in the heart.

Honestly, he did not feel at home for a long time in a room filled with a sea of people. Plus the sound system is deafening. Not to mention the combination of typical nightclub scents such as the smell of alcoholic beverages that pierced the sense of smell and cigarette smoke that spread into the chest cavity.

"Jeeavens! In here!" call someone who immediately catches his attention right then and there. He turned his head and approached the source of the voice not far from his footing.

"Don't ask me why I know, because you're the only one wearing a mask and a hat in a place like this" Monica said, as if tofu with the contents of Jeaven's head that hasn't had time to open its mouth to make a sound.

Jeaven observed Jesslyn's condition, who appeared to be heavily intoxicated. The woman even sounded like she was rummaging indistinctly while giggling like an insane person.

"Jeaven? You're Jeaven, right?" With a stagger Jesslyn moved from her seat and hit and sniffed in the chest of the field of Jeaven. "You're a cruel man, who likes to make me suffer for missing you. Because of you, I also have to date that bastard man!" The woman suddenly cried without warning. "Am I really ugly? You'll have to pull your word back then!"

Jeaven seemed to sigh in frustration, but he still let Jesslyn control her chest to lean on. Even his hands were carried around the slender waist of the woman so as not to be sprawled. However, for a moment there was an evil desire to throw.

"Why should I call you?" He threw a protest at Monica.

"She's like that because of you, so you're the one responsible for her right now" Monica said with a relaxed tone.

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