The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 3: WILD FANTASY

Cheryl snorted in annoyance. He moved with a slightly rough movement then sauntered to approach the man who had been staring at him.

Cheryl stood up while folding her arms around her chest. His eyes squinted and slightly inclined his body to make Jourrel rewind his back, his lips turned into a thin smile as well as his gaze turned soft.

"We had a problem before?" tanya Cheryl is full of emphasis.

"Mmmm .. no!" sahut Jourrel puffed cigarette smoke onto Cheryl's pretty face, so the girl immediately retreated while shaking her hand.

"Then why have your eyes been staring at me ever since you sat here. Oohs! Don't-don't, you used my body for a wild fantasy in your brain, huh?!" accuse Cheryl of breaking the table in anger.

"If so, why?" sahut Jourrel with a smile smirknya while puffing cigarette smoke right on Cheryl's beautiful face again.

The girl's beautiful ash bead glared sharply, her teeth were fluttering strongly, she didn't like anyone to harass her like that. With a quick and unexpected move, Cheryl gripped Jourrel's arm tightly, turned it around and patted it firmly until the cigarette butt fell.

Afterwards, the girl slapped a hard slap on the man's cheek. "Today I'm just touching your arm softly, next time I'll break it if you dare to do it again!" he threatened to point at the handsome face that was grimacing in pain while twirling his shoulders.

"Beautiful and brave!" muttered the man quietly not releasing their eye link.

"Weyet! Cheryl! Don't make a fuss!" Rain who had just finished tidying up all his documents immediately ran over to his superior.

"He's the first one!" Cheryl looked at the man sharply with a rough roaring breath.

"God! Errata, you're the one who came to me first!" elak Jourrel leaned back and pointed at Cheryl.

Cheryl was about to hit the man again, but Rain quickly pulled her body. "Udah, come! You can lock your mother later, you can't go out!" whispered Rainer.

Rainer is certainly very memorized by the possessive attitude of Cheryl's parents. He was under the strict supervision of his parents. Just a little bit involved in dangerous things, of course Jihan, her mother will lock Cheryl and can not do anything.

"Review lo!" Cheryl clenched her hands, threatening Jourrel, kicking the chair across from Jourrel and turning away in annoyance.

Rain still clasped Cheryl's arm. She is afraid that if she is released, Cheryl will lose control and do something more terrible. Just imagine making Rain shudder.

"Lake in!" rain opened the rear passenger door.

"So what is it that people are not clear?" Rain opened his voice when it was half the way.

"Gue don't accept yes, the perverted brains use themselves for wild fantasy!" ketus Cheryl without looking. His gaze was pointing out the window.

"Ah, you're the smart one!" cetus Rain with his leisure.

Cheryl looked at the lightning. He immediately hit Rain on the head with a stack of documents next to him to make Rain surprised, fortunately still able to control the steering wheel.

"Ouch! Cher! It's persecution!" moaning Rain rubbed her head.

"Since he came in and sat down, he's always been staring at me from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. What's the name try?" cherry Cheryl was upset. Because his best friend and assistant did not defend him.

"Well, how do I know!" Rain poked his shoulder. Can crumble his body if you agree with the girl's words. "Where to go?"

"Go home. I can't help but grumble when lunch is still outside!" chirps Cheryl back against her back.

Without them knowing, a black sports bike is now following it since. As Cheryl exits the restaurant, Jourrel grabs the keys to her bike and darts away.

The goal is clear, to increasingly know the ins and outs of the target. Jourrel follows safely. But the eyes of the eagle did not escape a bit from the car that Cheryl drove.

Until he arrived at the House of Sebastian, a magnificent and luxurious house like a palace towering in front of him. Jourrel watches from across the street, until Cheryl's car disappears behind a high gate.

"Wow!" murmured Jourrel full of admiration. He took off the helmet that had closed his head completely, leaving behind only a pair of eagle eyes. He was still sitting on his favorite motorcycle.

Decoys of admiration continued to roll from his thin lips. His gaze circulated to all corners of the building that was so magnificent and spacious.

"Hmmm, it seems more difficult than I thought," he muttered thoughtfully. Looking at the gate that opened automatically after the horn was lit, then several people in black uniform lined up neatly were also seen in his eyes when the towering gate opened.

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