Belongs to Other Women

The story of Lisa 21

Dave POV's.

Time has shown twelve o'clock in less than thirty-five minutes. I decided to refresh my face. Wash it off with a stream of water flowing from the washbasin. Then I looked at the reflection of my face on the mirror wall in the private bathroom in my work space.

I don't feel like the old me, I feel like the new Dave. The new soul returns to reincarnation.

The cheerful face that I had left behind long ago. Then change with a smile that always adorns my face. Since meeting him. Again, I felt something strange about myself. Until I finally decided to leave my office, go somewhere.

This afternoon I asked Lisa to rest together. I hesitated to call him back. But apparently, this turmoil in the heart was too strong. Unknowingly, I called her this morning.

I drove my car at a moderate speed, down the street to the address he had sent me via a short message. It took me about twenty minutes for me to finally get in front of a building that Lisa said. Because suddenly he changed our meeting point.

After I stopped the car on the shoulder side of the road, I immediately picked up my phone that I had previously placed on the dashboard. Then call Lisa. But suddenly my car window was knocked.

Tokk tokk!

Suddenly I turned and found Lisa's smiling face behind the black window of my car. I opened the automatic lock.

Chequek!

The woman opened the door herself, then immediately entered and sat in the passenger seat beside me. Smiling silently looking at me.

"Lha! You been waiting for me for a long time?" I asked for a moment after a smile rose from the face of the beautiful woman who was now sitting in my car. Beside me.

"Especially not. As soon as I came out the door this car was already there, and I heard my phone ringing in the bag. So I thought, you must be the one who called." Lisa gently explained it.

I chuckled at his explanation and then prepared to step back on the gas pedal of the car and drove away quickly leaving a row of buildings that are neatly arranged in the Beker Street area. It is also the home of Detective Sherlock Holmes. One of the most famous places in London.

"Why do you play in this area? 'And this is very far from your apartment and also far from your office address." I wonder what he's doing in this Westminster area.

At first glance I looked at him which turned out he was busy looking at the rows of buildings out there. I grabbed her hand and made her stifle a little and turned to me. At first glance I also turned to him and clasped his fingers tightly before finally looking straight back at the street in front.

"You haven't answered my question yet, why are you in this area? Hm?" Once again I repeated my question as I held my hand now he is holding it with his other hand. Then put it on his lap.

"There's something I take care of."

"So I can't know what that is?" ask me once more with a sluggish tone.

Lisa chuckled then she fell silent again. I let him drift in his own thinking. Until I finally turned the steering wheel of my car into a special basement parking lot.

I took her back on foot, past a block of buildings and came to a fancy restaurant in a corner of London. Tightly I clasped his hand and pulled him, taking him in.

At first glance the place looks simple from the outside, but very contrast occurs if you look at it from the inside. All that is displayed is so luxurious, so mesmerizing the eyes, what morning from the point of view of the eyes of women.

Everything was clear when a servant approached us. Then he helped Lisa to release the coat she was wearing. While I let go of my own coat. Then give it to the waiter.

Lisa's two eyeballs sparkled looking at every corner of the scene presented in front of her eyes. Then a sweet glance fell on me. I then asked the waiter to take us to the place I had ordered before. Then lead us to follow his footsteps.

Lisa walked in front of me in her stunning work clothes. It looks right on her body and accentuates the sexiest part of her body. Maybe for some eyes men can ignore it just like that, but not with my observation. If her work clothes alone could make it hard for me to swallow my own saliva. What if he wears other clothes. Like a mini dress when we first met it was one example.

The waiter immediately invited us to sit down, when a table with his name was already in front of us, on the second floor. He looked at me and then chuckled softly. I touched her waist and told her to sit on the chair I had pulled for her.

That afternoon, it was an hour that Lisa and I spent together. I asked him more questions, I wanted to know about his life before he was in this city.

I want to know him more deeply. Not just for my na*su satisfied, but also to accompany me in this city. A city I've long considered empty.

"Trus you never come back that's for nengokin your family?" ask him while feeding a spoonful of dessert red velvet cake to his mouth.

Lisa shook her head. "I lost both my parents a few years ago. When I got here, I lived in my mother's house. I've only been in that apartment for a few weeks." He told me straightforwardly, with nothing to cover.

All my questions I asked, he answered so casually and neatly. Reflecting her broad-minded self in my eyes. His mindset is not as conservative as most of the stupid women out there that I have met. Even the way he looks at the world is very different from my other ex-boyfriends. So full of passion and passion.

Little things like that are what make me more amazed by the charm of him. Independent women who never give up, full of joy. It makes me want to have it more.

Suddenly, my phone rang while he was telling me about his dream of entering the Wall Street, New York, workplace.

🎶

My location unknown tryna find a way back home to you again

🎶

I raised my index finger as a sign that I wanted to take this phone call.

"I'll excuse you for a second, will you?" I asked her for permission. He nodded slowly and then I stroked his chin.

Immediately I took a quick step to get to the balcony of this restaurant, then received the phone call there.

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Lisa POVS.

Dave went to the balcony of this restaurant to receive a phone call from his cell phone. I watched her walk, looked at her back that walked away and then tucked behind a glass door that connected the balcony with the inside of this place.

There are several tables around us that are also filled with several other pairs. They are also enjoying their lunch menu. Cheerfully and warmly.

I could not leave a moment of my eyes, which kept watching the man who had invited me to this place. I really didn't expect to meet a guy like him, like Dave. Really am! It feels like a miracle. And his way of treating me like this made me gradually begin to forget Max. First love.

The way he smiles, the way he looks at me, the way he holds my hand and even the way he kisses my lips. Everything feels soft. Feels very warm.

My mind floated back, remembering the moment he touched my body for the second time. Yes, the second time, when we were both in a state of consciousness. No alcohol as before.

I was completely swept away by everything that was on him. And all of that happened so fast. As quickly as I rubbed my two eyelids.

Suddenly our eyes collided with each other. We threw smiles at each other and then he turned around to continue talking to the person who contacted him. While I again threw away my eyes, down one corner of this room.

So luxurious and classy. The nuances of classy presented are so thick and delicious in the eyes. What morningy with the menu of cooking that had escaped through my oral cavity and slid freely in my throat.

Not to forget the glass of wine during the day, which accompanied me to enjoy a piece of red velvet Dave's choice as a dessert.

Dave came back to me, when I had finished my cake. His face looks flat and wrinkled. Like a piece of paper that has been successfully scrambled. Mote.

"You're okay, right?" ask me carefully while touching the back of his hand that he put on the table.

His eyes turned sharp. With his chest rising as he looked at me and the breath he deliberately exhaled so violently through his mouth, he grabbed his glass of wine then straightened it in one lift.

Successfully spent half a glass of wine, not necessarily able to change the look of his face. What is even more clearly visible if he is upset. I don't know who dsn is because of what. I'm lazy to find out.

"Let's go home, I'll take you back to your office" he said, immediately standing up from his seat and taking a quick step, leaving me far behind.

After exiting the restaurant and re-installing each other's coats, we walked side by side towards the car park. Unlike when we came, this time he was engrossed in his own thoughts regardless of who I was beside him.

Just a few steps away I reached the car door, and suddenly Dave pulled my shoulder and grabbed me by the body. When my back landed perfectly on the wall of the car when I lost my balance as a result of pulling it on my shoulder.

A few seconds our eyes clashed with each other until he finally decided to brutally devour my lips. Pressing my shoulder with his arm holding the nape of my neck. Then lock my body by sticking her body. I can feel the bottom there touching my thigh.

Then suddenly she bit my lips and moved her thighs tucked between my legs. The longer it gets rough and faster. Makes me feel sick. I pushed it with the energy I had.

Free! Dave's energy is so strong right now. But I didn't give up, I clenched my hands and I beat him until I pushed him and put my palms on his cheeks.

Plaac!!

With a breath of breath I slapped her smooth cheek. My palm felt hot, numb, as a result of the incident. Rushing I tidied up my skirt that was exposed due to her behavior.

Just a few minutes ago I admired his gentle demeanor. He was praised for his way of treating women properly. But suddenly he became like this. I think I misjudged this man. Or maybe I was too quick to give my judgment.

"Sorry ... I—"

"Take me to the office now," as I firmly turned to face the car door waiting for him to open the door lock.

Tiit tiit!

Alarm that at once locks the car door open. I quickly got into his car. Then I shut my mouth during the trip. So did he, who might be forced to shut up because of his discomfort with me.

If only this were in my country. Maybe I'll just run away leaving him ...