When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Michelle again, Michelle again

But the responsibility was up in the afternoon, Michelle Josefine Prambudi 27 years old, model and owner of a classy designer house in Surabaya chewed candy while opening the car door when Paijo was home from work.

At half-five they again met under the sky of Bantul which was still shining brightly with the speed of air that was blowing softly.

Paijo who was waiting for an online ojek under a catapult tree that was trimmed so neatly snorted while cancelling the order.

“Michelle again, Michelle again. Ampon.”

In the parking lot are inhabited two official cars and four motor employees of the village who are still completing some population files, namely, michelle was eager to immerse her face in Paijo's airy and comfortable chest after the man got into her car in the middle of a quiet atmosphere.

“No need!” the word Paijo commemorates spontaneously as he leaned towards it.

Michelle sparks her lips and Paijo never thought that the women who are usually under the sparkling crystal lights and air-conditioned rooms and the wearers of branded clothes that he bought to stop by the mall could be fascinated by her.

“Puspita used to not like this very much like me.”

Paijo faced towards Michelle, observing the look on her sleeping face. At once he understood why the woman could pick him up.

Paijo sighed. “I can't take you home, we go to the hotel again, you need a shower.”

“Good too your idea, Jo.” Michelle observed the traffic flow around her while taking the man back to the three-star hotel they had occupied last night.

Hotel with classic style equipped with a large swimming pool and a soothing beautiful atmosphere.

Paijo expressed wryly when the woman only ordered one room to rest on the ground floor that has direct views to the pool and garden.

“You first or I take a shower?” Michelle put her suitcase on the floor while crouching and unzipping the suitcase.

“Gini ajalah while waiting for Dominic until and father come home, I want to swim first keep going for a walk. How, agree no?” said Michelle.

“Ntar we discussed something important and confusing, Cell. You can take a walk! No, I.” protested Paijo while removing his shoes with a bent position.

Already since he was anxious waiting for the arrival of Dominic, he dizzy to have to choose what decision to solve his mistakes. Since then he has also contacted Puspita to meet and talk about the things he has prepared his point. But he was too tired to face it alone and shortness of breath by the increasingly disturbing anxiety more powerful.

Paijo standing in front of the bed prevented Michelle from removing her Balenziaga T-shirt on the open glass doorway.

“Then don't rush to take off your shirt, Iceland!”

Michelle smiled faintly as she turned to the man who took off the button of the khaki daily service uniform.

“You swim I tuh, not your tease.” Michelle reminded as she lowered her half-raised t-shirt. Exploiting the privileges he owned to make Paijo veins almost tense.

“I understand.” Reply Paijo, “We chat first for a while, agree on deliberation later tonight.”

About two meters, the two sat at a distance. Paijo on the edge of the bed, Michelle stood under two petromax lights of wall displays.

Both equally spilled attention on the face and all over each other. Awe spread there but was unable to arouse the libido of the two who were captive restless.

“Dominic can understand why we did like last night, but my father did not.” said Paijo started it.

“Oh it...” Michelle then nodded. “Of course Dominic understood, he was a playboy, his ex was a lot. The one being kissed has dozens.” he explained casually.

“You have to take responsibility for me and invite me to your room because it should not be necessary. While I'm responsible for hugging you and kissing you. Deal or no deal?”

Paijo shook his head slowly. “The problem is I'm the same you are different, Cell. You're rich, I'm just a pns. Your family certainly does not want you to step down with this marriage.”

This time, Michelle did not comment, proof that she thought of Paijo's remarks. The man is quite realistic to react to it because their relationship will involve many serious problems and will make everything more tangled.

Without speaking, Michelle took off her shirt and dumped it on the table. He let their conversation hang for a while.

The woman went to the pool before jumping there, byurrrr.

What if papa does not agree, grandma bringel, mama fainted, brother ngakak to death. How about if my ex-girlfriend laughs I married without a mature and big love just because of a kiss.

Michelle who did not focus on swimming hit the wall to make it too soft in the water. It gasps with a hand that makes a noise.

In that second Paijo took a breath while running fast and jumped into the water. He grabbed the body of the woman who began to lose oxygen in the water while helping her rise to the surface. Her attachment made Michelle's pupils flutter.

Paijo and Michelle were both panting by the pool with one guard scurrying towards them in a panic.

Paijo rubbed his face and raised his hand. “Nothing, mas. It's conducive.”

The guard in the work uniform nodded his head with his eyes fixed on Michelle's beautiful body which was only wrapped in pink interior.

Aware, Michelle was being enjoyed by a male who was around thirty years old. Paijo turned around in front of Michelle who was still shocked by what happened.

Paijo flaunted his back to look at the man as he drew closer to Michelle's face.

“Moving to room. He saw you and I couldn't possibly let him be my replacement on your lap.” he whispered seriously.

“I, lemes.” I'm Michelle, closing my eyes. Paijo had already gestured about her wish which provoked Michelle's thin smile.

At the same time, Paijo did not mind holding the newlywed Michelle into the room. Leaving the hotel guard who smiled wryly.

“Gagal maning, failed maning. Beautiful views anyone has.” His footsteps returned to the hotel to continue his work.

Upon returning to the room, Paijo lowered Michelle under a shower of bright lights and lights. Her beautiful body that was plastered clear and a thin wet cloth attached to her body made her hold her breath.

“Luckily I used to do swimming exercises at times, how about I can't swim earlier?” paijo said fiercely.

Michelle stood half-naked, her pants left on the porch of the room, her clothes on the table while in front of her was a man wearing a white singlet and his dinner trousers were drenched in a waist-toused sack.

“My head hit the wall.” I got slow. “Still already in pleasein.”

The alarm in Paijo's head reminded her to leave Michelle immediately. But his heart told him to gently stroke the woman's head.

Paijo cleared his throat while turning around. His hand reached for the white towel available in the minimalist sideboard. “Close the door, let me take a shower first and find food!”

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