The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
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"Damn it! All this time it turns out we were tricked, Harry. Mike, the cunning man was even willing to sacrifice other women to protect this woman," Laras growled as he clenched a photo of Naya in hand. His jaw tightened, his gaze sharply towards the front.

Still with explosive emotions, Laras muttered again, "Just look at you, Mike. I will make you cry blood for refusing me for this woman. Watch you!"

"Herry," call Baras.

The handsome blasterman replied and advanced towards Laras who was sitting on the sofa.

"Find the gap and execute the next plan. I don't want Mike to be happy when I'm suffering."

Herry nodded obediently, then took a few steps back and took one bottle of medicine from inside the drawer. He also brought a glass of water and placed it on the table. "Now it's time to take some medicine, Miss."

The barrel snorted, he rolled his lazy eye looking at the assistant trust who was next to him. They have worked together for a dozen years. Laras understands Herry, and vice versa. Even Herry who always reminds that he should not be late to take anti-depressant drugs.

The lady in a knee-length gown held the white bottle of medicine then glared away. It feels very annoying if it has to depend on the same medicine. He had to consume it and take it anywhere.

But anyway he needs the drug, willing to thrash as hard as possible also must still consume to stay calm. All this began a year ago, he was entangled in a scandal with a famous actor who has the status of a husband. Since then her career as a model has been ruined. He decided to go back to Indonesia and start everything from scratch.

Unfortunately, not everything is that smooth. The entertainment world is cruel. None of the jobs came. There's no other way, he has to get Mike again for survival and career.

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A month has passed. During that time, Naya couldn't reach Ken. Instead he was restrained by Mike getting crazy. Never once allowed out of the house. I don't know what Mike was thinking. She was afraid Naya was missing. Naya slowly started to become opium. Even while working, he continued to imagine the face of the girl who was always thin when she saw it. A face that if not threatened will never smile. Miraculously that's what makes Mike realize, that Naya is valuable from a woman he's ever known.

Now, as usual every two weeks both of them must come to the nightclub. They're in the VVIP room, now. The difference this time was only the two of them because Mike's other friends had already left.

"What are you thinking?" ask Mike. The half-drunk one propped up his heavy head and looked at Naya from the side. Naya's flat face made her smile.

"No more thinking about anything" Naya replied. Of course it's a lie, because in the head there are only Ken and Ken names. "Oh yeah, when is Mr. Jordan back?"

"You think Jordan?" Mike smiled then. He held Naya's hand. "She's just bringing Dina home. Jakarta-Solo is not far away, tomorrow he will go home."

Naya exhaled slowly.

"Do you care so much about Jordan? Hmmm ...."

Naya reflexes to rewind her head. Mike's words just made him hold his spit. Their eyes clashed. He can see Mike's sharp eyes from close range.

But this time something was different. Naya saw something else. Not the usual highlight he saw—mata intimidating and pushy. I don't know .. It feels different.

'Is there possible sincerity in this man's eyes?' inner Naya.

"What do you see?" asked Mike who immediately broke the daydream. He even more memepet Naya until cornered can not move anymore.

"You know Naya, I always wonder what's on your mind. You know, I've always wanted to hear anything from your lips. Ask, ask for whatever you want. You want branded goods, I can buy for you. You want a vacation abroad, I'll definitely go. You want a house or jewelry, just tell me. But why is this ...."

Mike pressed Naya's lips with his index finger. "Why don't you ever want anything? Do you have no desire? Don't you have greed?"

Chuckling softly, Mike moved his face away and laid his head into Naya's lap. Their eyes are back together. "You, I'll never let you go. You're precious Naya's precious."

Without a warning, Mike moved from his lap. He stood up and bowed in front of Naya, then extended his right hand while his left hand was behind.

"Please dance with me, Miss Beautiful."

Naya was confused. But even so he still reached out, letting Mike pull him to the middle of the room.

Now they share their views. Mike's gaze looked shady, his smile also looked different.

'Is it possible that a drunk person can change his temper?' naya again.

"Keep your hand here" Mike said, pointing to his left shoulder.

According to Naya, he put his right hand there.

Now Mike's other hand is holding their hand together. Naya again just kept quiet, she tried to look around. Why is Mike turning soft tonight?

Not yet getting an answer, Mike has pulled his waist, now really their bodies are fused.

Both started moving. Strangely though the first time to dance, Naya can compensate Mike's steps. It was as if there was a push and a whisper that made him move in rhythm when there was nothing there other than those who stood face to face.

One minute.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Mike was forced to stop the movement because he felt someone was jostling to get out of the esophagus. He ran, but when in front accidentally hit someone. The man who was hit apologized, but Mike ignored him and ran to the toilet.

After finishing with that Mike came out, his smile was imprinted. Tonight she's feeling flowering. I don't know why. Is it possible because Naya wants to dance with him?

Ah, suddenly he's like a new ABG pubescent.

Mike's door opens.

Dup-dup-dup-dup.

Mike looked, his eyes moving. When he realized he also ran over to Naya who was drenched in blood. He hugged Naya who was lying on the floor.

"Nay, Naya! Awake, Naya! Wake up!"

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like don't forget.a little night I'm up again. Now want a weekly night first ama doi. heheh.

MET eve Sunday all.