You are the Only One
4. Burned

Owen

What's red and ready to rip?

My eyes were fixed on the short dress that was used. In the photo, Kinar is sitting upright. He chose a photo angle from above that could record most of the beautiful body appearance wrapped by the small dress. His chest was spilled, his white, smooth legs exposed almost entirely. Maybe there is only an inch left covered in dress fabric from her hips and I think it is also just enough to cover the important parts.

Shxxxxt, man. Not only did the photo burn me, but it also lost my mind.

I replied to her message.

Owen: that fxcking dress!

Three dots danced on my phone screen before a reply from Kinar came in.

Color : nope.

Kinar: guess again

The message was followed by an emoji blinking one eye.

He managed to make my brain run so that it deviated from the right path.

Owen: what is red and ready to be torn?

Day : yes

Kinar : what is the answer?

Owen: I want to write my answer here

Owen: but fear claimed not gentleman

Kinar quickly responded to my message just now.

Kinar: you are never a gentleman

I love that: and I like that

The corner of my lips lifted up with a sharp. Yeph. She is right. I'm not that kind of person where we met. And I know exactly how much he likes my inhumanity.

Owen: hm okay

Owen: I think now I know what you mean

Owen: if so

Owen: I'll get the answer later

Owen: where are you now?

Owen: I'd like to see you

Not long after the reply message from Kinar appeared again.

Kinar: Devil's Lair

Fxxxck. Interaction with this girl is never boring and stale.

Owen: I must have it

I added a water splash emoji at the end of my message.

Oh, my fxcking God! I can immediately feel the effects of flirting and innuendo that I and Kinar exchange even though only through words. He can really drive me crazy because of the satisfaction and challenges that exist when I am with him.

Satisfaction. The challenge. Adrenaline rush that spurred my heart because of the possibility of catching us while doing this forbidden relationship. It is these things that make Kinar different from the wives of others.

If the others are just because of sheer thrill, while Kinar can really compensate for the game and my appetite. The most important thing is we, me and him, just exist in the bedroom. Beyond that, we went back to being strangers.

So, ladies and gentlemen. I approached him at Devil's Lair. After meeting at the private lounge that Kinar booked, we drank for a while and then unplug it to a hotel using his car. The butut car she used specifically for things like shying away from reporters or her husband's acquaintances. A cheap hotel that is quite comfortable to uncover the answers to the puzzles he gave before.

It is also what keeps me from bothering about repeated encounters with Kinar; he is not a hassle. He wants to be invited to meet in any place. It doesn't have to be a fancy place. It does not always have to be with a grandiose treatment.

Three star hotel, okay. The car butut him, also let's go. In the club bathroom, I thought. He wasn't demanding much and it was a change that was more or less very refreshing for my demanding life.

But now ... Now I think all the illusions are over. Although in the end my side expressed the attitude of no comment, but the photo on the screen Bram phone was shouting his own reality. In the high-definition portrait, my facial features and Kinar's face are clearly visible. Nothing can be hidden.

Including the condition of our clothes that are full of wrinkles.

Damn, why did he and I have to leave the hotel at the same time? And why should I embrace him? We're not usually that reckless.

Shit, shit, shit!

True what was said by .. who was it? In the news that Bram read. Ah, I don't remember exactly what. Obviously, one big question came to my mind; what exactly was I thinking about last night?

"Did you see, lo?!"

Shxt. Madafaka. Bram's impact just made me aghast.

"Don't you see, lo? Ha's? Have you seen what your reckless ass behavior causes? What effect will it have on your life, your career as a singer, and your reputation as a human being? HA?!"

The words that Bram spoke slowly seeped into my ears. Then my brain also tries to process the information as well as possible.

Oh, my fxcking God. What the fxck have you done, you madafaka?

Well, isn't that a big question worth more than a million dollars?

"If I give advice to act like a bad boy, I mean that your appearance is tailored to the style of bad boy in general. T-shirt, ripped jeans, denim jacket, boots. A dazzling smile that could make millions of girls fall in love and heartbroken at the same time. Hell, your whole body tattoo. I don't care! Obviously, do whatever it is that will sell you more albums and songs.

"But, damn you, Owen! You have to go far and do more than I ask. You make it as ... I don't know, purpose. Not part of selling the album, but more to be his bad boy. Fxck.

"And when I say that you have to lay low, it means you have to lay low. That means lay low is the best decision for your career. Make the name elo. But, what the fxck did you decide to do? Play the same bini guy in a cheap hotel. He's not just anyone anymore. But, government officials are hit with corruption cases! What the fxck, man? Really?

"Lo thought it wasn't hard enough for my life all this time, huh? Do you think you have nothing to do with the need to fire my hair every month? You're the source of premature aging for me, you know! I'm gray because elo, Owen, and God damn it, I don't have a bini yet! Really fucking lo!

"Now I don't want to know. If you still want me to take care of it, I don't want to hear how hard it is for you, how hard it is for you, you have to do what I tell you. Point. Lo hear that? If you still want me to take care of it. If not, please leave this room. And I make sure I'll never accept you back even if you bow down and kiss my feet full of xai. Listen lo?"

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