Belongs to Other Women

The story of Lisa 17

Still Dave POV's.

As soon as I got back into my apartment, I went straight to my room and opened my closet. Take a white shirt that is not enough on my body anymore. Then knock on the bathroom door.

Tokk troo tokk tokk tokk!

The knock on the door I made rhymed on purpose, so that the woman inside there would not be afraid of me. Twice I repeated the knock until the bathroom door opened a little, but there was no one, only a hand sticking out from behind the door. I chuckle amusedly.

Suddenly an idea came up to destroy him. It was not the pads I gave her, but rather I gave my palms and immediately clasped her hands. But a split second later he hurriedly let go of my hand and hit hard on the back of my hand with his palm. I complained of pain.

"Not kidding, not funny!" his voice echoed in the bathroom. It made both ends of my lips more interested. It forms a perfectly printed arch there. Then I gave him my shirt.

"What's this for?" tanyanya brief. So I answered him very briefly. "Used."

After that he put his hand out again and I understood what he meant. I handed him the package of pads. He quickly closed the door, but I blocked it with my hand that was almost pinned.

"What else?"

I looked towards the floor, looking for something that was very important to him. Damn I didn't find that thin thing. "Pants in ka—"

"Udah! I'll take it." He moved the door a little, signaling to release my hand from there immediately. I obey his will.

In fact, he did not need to do that to me, after all last night I had traced the ins and outs of his body. Even I've tasted and left some kiss marks there. So why is this woman still ashamed? Really funny.

I giggled and then headed back to my bed, sitting on the bedside playing my phone. Waiting for that woman to get out of there. Just now I was about to open a stock market app that was on my phone, suddenly a short message came in.

Ting.

I saw the sender's name appear on the main screen, Julia. I straightened up my seat, then opened the message he sent. Because honestly since last night I always tried to contact this kid, right?

In the short message he sent me right now, he just asked me where I was going last night. Then did I take Lisa home or not?

Ahah!

I flicked my middle finger that was linked to my thumb. A sign that I just remembered something important. It is very important, a name.

Yep!

The woman's name is Lisa.

But wasn't last night the only one I could introduce myself to? Even for the name, only I told him.

Remembering about a name, my mind was back in control while looking at the bathroom door that was still fluttering. I remember a name coming out of Lisa's mouth, Max. Who's Max? Which guy is this? Did he just break up with that guy named Max? Until he finally went to my subscription club?

I don't know, why am I thinking about all that? I better take care of my job.

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I am currently in the kitchen. Not cooking because I can't cook. Except to prepare breakfast. Yep! I ordered it through a delivery order. And as I was preparing the equipment, I was shocked to see Lisa walking towards me.

I was surprised to see him wearing a shirt from me. I thought that she would not wear it, but I was wrong.

"How come there's no one?" he was standing in front of the bar table. With his face bent. I was trying to stay calm at this moment, even though there was actually a strange feeling that made my heart skip a beat.

"Torn. I was accidentally a malem," I said nervously while trying to take my eyes off.

Shit!!

What is this feeling?

"Sit. Do you want milk or orange?" I'm like a cruel dictator. Yeah, I don't want him to come back brash then suddenly slap me on the cheek again later.

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Lisa POVS.

You idiot!

Why would I want to be ruled by this man? Maybe I'll get hit again?

I've been sitting neatly on the chair presented in front of the bar table. My eyes scattered, directing the view to all corners of the room. This apartment is very grand, very different from my apartment. Though before I felt my apartment was the most tolerable, it turns out there are still more types like this.

She looked at me with her eyes sharp but sexy. Then the way to hold the refrigerator door ... really makes a soul jombloku thrashing, even though he only slipped one of his legs so that the refrigerator door is not closed again.

"Helloooo?" he rebuked me again and awakened me.

"Milk." I answered briefly. I saw him sigh as he walked towards me, with his hands carrying a box of milk and a box of orange juice.

In front of me already presented two dishes with the contents of a typical British food. I see the menu on my plate is a little different than Dave's. On my plate, there are two sausages, a half-cooked egg, some roasted tomatoes and a small bowl of peanut soup. While in Dave's plate there are several pieces of toast as a complement.

"Why?" Again the question breaks my concentration.

I forgot for a moment my frustration from my clothes disappearing somewhere and the pain I felt down there as I walked. In front of my eyes, this is more important. My stomach is hungry. But ...

"Eat!" decisively. I was silent, not daring to move or touch the food on the table in front of me. There was a sudden doubt in my heart.

"I didn't get any medicine in the dish*gsang into the food or into this milk box." He gave me a reasonable reason. Why would I doubt?

Without saying anything, my hand immediately took the two loaves of bread that were on his plate and moved them into my plate. He did not protest, because when I did that sometimes my eyes looked at him.

Slowly he sat beside me and poured the contents of the milk box into my drink. While he poured orange juice into his drinking glass.

Without saying anything else, each of us ate breakfast this morning in silence. Only sometimes the clinking sound of my soup spoon touching the bowl. But my eyes still spread to all corners of the kitchen. Clean.

The design of the bedroom and other rooms that I had passed to the kitchen was not much different. Elegant and really looks luxurious with dominating white and black colors. Even the furniture looks very classic. Increasingly beautify the contents of this apartment. It was incredible.

"Once again sorry ...," he said suddenly, making me turn to him who turned to look at me first. "I got carried away last night. And I thought you were ...." Our eyes clashed with each other for a few seconds, until I finally tried to take my eyes off.

There was a little bit of my annoyance at him, because of the pain I felt. But I can't deny it too if I enjoyed all the scenes last night. Yes, I was drunk, my head was dizzy, but doing it many times did not necessarily make me continue to be unconscious?

Bullshit if to do all that but not consciously too. Unless I'm drugged, I might not feel it. But if only drunk or stimulant drugs, all that can still feel the pleasure of an adult game.

So I was a little surprised and didn't believe in myself. Can I do this with a guy I just met? But I cannot deny, the game really makes me feel .. satisfied? No, not satisfied, but delicious, makes me feel the same opium as before, when Max plays with me but does not enter me.

Shit!!

I remember my crown falling into the hands of this man. Once again I turned, looking at her who was enjoying her breakfast again. "You have to take responsibility" I said suddenly and made him suddenly choke.

Uhuk!

Dave immediately grabbed a glass of orange juice to ease his choking. Then look back at me. "What is responsibility?"

I thought for a moment. If seen from his current face so clearly, without the dim light of a glitter, I firmly believe that he is a worker, not a student. Plus with an apartment like this. He must be rich.

Maybe ... I can ask for a little compensation and continue to use it, right? My virginity has also been taken away by her. Playing a little to support life can be well.

Tinctong!

The sound of his apartment bell rang.

The rich man's doorbell just sounds different to a commoner like in my apartment. I rolled my eyeballs.

"Wait here don't go anywhere" he said, again as if commanding me.

Dave walked away to the front door. I don't know who came to see you this early. I went back to eating my breakfast which was still a lot on the dinner plate in front of me.

Thankfully, today is Sunday. So I didn't have to bother to rush home and go to the office. And luckily the guy who fucked me was a rich guy. Maybe not too rich like the ruler of the entire company, but at least I can see the contents of his apartment which does indicate he has a decent money.

If you ask me, do I regret this time? I will answer, no!! Because this is my dream.

Maybe Max didn't look at me because I was just from a normal family. Then when compared to women who often appear in Instagem Tika stories, I did lose far. The woman was so fashionable, some of the items attached to her body were so branded.

Then me?

Maybe Max won't come near me because I'm not on par with them. I'm not as good as his family. And maybe if someday I go back to Indonesia and have everything, he'll take a glance at me.

Well, if this way I can do it fast, why don't I try?

I'm gonna make him like me.