The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
An angel without clothes

'Is it possible that this man would make me an angel without proper clothes?' batin Naya dongkol's.

He kept snorting in step. He cursed the man in front of him. The man who kept ruling without asking what other people thought.

"Naya, here!"

"Naya, spout!"

"Try this!"

"Not good!"

"fit. You're beautiful. Wrap it."

"Yes, take it all."

Those were the words that Naya had heard for almost an hour. He made no comment and just followed what Mike wanted. The left and right hands are full of groceries. So is Jordan who is also overwhelmed carrying all the clothes that Naya herself does not know when and what can wear clothes that are mostly lacking in materials?

Naya sighs. He was exhausted but kept walking behind Mike.

"Is there anything else you want to buy?" ask Mike.

Without permission Mike turned his body until Naya who was not ready so hit his body.

"Is there anything you want to buy?" reset Mike flat. "If there's a quick pick, I wait."

Quickly Naya shook her head, her eyes moving wildly holding back the nervousness while tightly grasping the luggage.

Mike who saw the adorable gelagat did not want to lose the opportunity. He approached and leaned. Surely the perverted gelagat Naya reflex avoid.

Nanar Naya's eyes looked at Mike who was only a few inches away. "What do you want?" tanyakanya.

Silent, Mike did not say, the man was busy sweeping Naya's face with a perverted look.

The agitated Naya started to fret. He pushed Mike in the chest but unfortunately Mike didn't move at all.

'Why him? She can't possibly want to call me here, can she?' inner Naya.

Suddenly Mike laughed. He knocked Naya's forehead until Naya again knitted her eyebrows, astonished.

"You don't think of anything. Let's go home, I still have a lot of work," said Mike after being able to muffle laughter. He turned his body and walked back.

While Naya again can only snort. Mike's treatment and his words just now seem to say that Naya is perverted.

''Nyebelin is really him. If there is still a lot of work to do it also maksa come. Though he himself is making the shopping."

Naya murmured, her eyes spinning lazily so Jordan who saw that expression could not bear to not smile.

When the three stood on the escalator—will towards the exit— suddenly Mike's phone in his pocket vibrated.

Silence, Naya did not say. He who was behind Mike was silent without a word. While Mike, occasionally glanced at him.

"Jordan, take M Naya to the parking lot. Wait for me there," he ordered when they reached the ground floor of the mall.

Jordan nodded obediently. As usual, he let Naya walk first and follow him without making a sound.

Not long after they arrived at the parking lot. However, again something rang and it came from Jordan's phone.

"Miss, you go in first. I want to pick up the phone" Jordan said after opening the car door for Naya.

Naya nodded, then leaned her tired back against the back of the chair with her eyes closed. So tired today that he didn't realize anyone was approaching and opened the door.

"Who are you?"

Naya's eyes glared at the sight of a man dressed in all black and hat entering and sitting next to her. He wanted to leave immediately but the hand had already been firmly blocked by the man

"Be quiet! Don't be noisy!"

'Wait a minute, this voice is familiar.'

his footsteps don't forget. hehe