Crazy Deal's

Incorrectly Incoming

The easiest way to avoid heartache is not to expect too much into something uncertain.

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Looking at the mansion fence, Isabell's heart began to act, bursting out incoherently. In a few minutes, he will meet Austin. The man he always called his name before he closed his eyes every night. His hands began to sweat, and he felt very nervous. Repeatedly he tidied the hair that had been carried neatly since the beginning. Not a single child of hair comes out of its bonds. Realizing his unfaithful movements, Isabell turned to his glasses.

"We've arrived" Alena Willson announced, touching her shoulder. Isabell swallowed the saliva before nodding his head. The turnstile is moving open. Nothing has changed since a year ago. Yeah, last year was the last time he came there and didn't meet Austin at all. The man was not seen at his sister's wedding. A question mark was on his mind, but he did not have the courage to ask.

Isabell noticed his appearance, a little regretful why he did not change his work uniform. Uniforms consisting of skirts are also shirts. For his colleagues, the uniform looks beautiful also very suitable when they wear, but looks different when he is wearing it.

The skirt that should be used a little above the knee and combined with stockings, he wears differently. He doesn't even wear stockings at all. His skirt did not show off his thighs nor his buttocks. The skirt almost covered his entire leg. It could not be said to be a long skirt as well since the tip stopped her mid-calf.

"Please, Miss."

Isabell gasped in shock as the door was opened by the driver and politely invited him down.

There are two sports cars parked in the yard. Seeing that, his heart that had been normal acted again. He guessed that one of the sports cars must have belonged to Austin.

"Come, sweetie." Alena Willson took her hand to get inside the house. The servants immediately welcomed their arrival. His suitcase was immediately taken over and taken to the third floor according to the orders of his future mother-in-law.

"I don't see Daddy," neither does Austin.

"Maybe Daddy hasn't noticed our arrival yet. Mom will call him. Maybe you should clean up before we meet at the dinner table for dinner."

What her future mother-in-law said was true as well. It will look fresher when we meet Austin.

"Alright, Mom. I feel so hot, too."

"Your suitcase has been delivered to your room. You certainly remember the room you occupied, don't you?"

Isabell nodded his head. The room is on the third floor. He'll look for her later.

"In a few hours we'll meet again."

Isabell climbed the stairs. Look at every figura there is. Austin has two older brothers. Darren and Lexi. With Lexi, he was close friends. While Darren, they do not meet often, never communicate. The last time he saw his future brother-in-law one knew and was injured. Foot shot.

"Is he here too?" he muttered as he continued his steps. Then he stopped in front of the other figura. Lexi's wedding photo with her husband. The second husband was also a friend. Steven Percy's. The man who first introduced him before the Willson family. His adoptive father had specifically proposed to Steven to marry him. And now they're good friends. He adored the couple. Couples who love each other.

Isabell reached the end of the stairs. His forehead was confused. Which way he should go. Right or left. He forget.

"Right is usually a straight path," he also sauntered casually. There are four doors on the third floor. He remembered that the room he occupied was not the last door. But he hesitated to enter as soon as he stood in front of the second door.

Isabell scanned around, hoping that one of the servants would pass by to ask where exactly the suitcase was. But it seems like everyone is busy with their respective tasks considering that dinner time is coming soon.

Isabell pushed the door. The first thing he saw was a large bed wrapped in dark gray sheets that matched the colors that dominated the room. Not many knickknacks are visible so the room looks very spacious.

Slowly, his feet stepped in. There are no photos on display so he is not sure who the owner of the room is. He immediately crossed the room to look for his suitcase that was somewhere.

Traveling around twice, he did not see the presence of his pink suitcase at all. Where is that thing?

"Maybe it's defiled." Isabell stepped wide towards the wardrobe. With vigor, he shifted the closet door. His forehead frowned as he found the contents of the closet filled with men's clothes.

"I have to admit your massage is really good."

Isabell's body suddenly stiffened upon hearing someone's heavy voice. Who'sis that? Does Austin?

"Don't doubt my abilities" another baritone voice followed.

There are two men! Inner screaming.

"I saw a birthmark in your collar." The man's cock was accompanied by a crisp laugh.

"Snippy!" Sahut the other man in an indifferent tone.

"Is there a birthmark I haven't seen yet? Ah, or maybe it's not a birthmark but a wild mark. I have to make sure!"

"Stop! Get rid of your hands!"

"I'm curious."

"God!"

"Why are you so shy? We've done a lot of things in the toilet."

At once Isabell coughed making the two men surprised and realized his presence.

"Lexi?"

Call one of those men.

"Lexi wouldn't have walked into my room without my permission and Steven wouldn't have let his wife pull off her beautiful hair, nor would Lexi wear such lousy clothes. Hey, intruder! Who're you?"

Isabell could not turn around. The man's words hurt her a little. Bad clothes. He would not be able to hold back his tears if the man who said such blunt things was his fiancee and he did not have the courage to look Austin in the face.

A burly hand touching his shoulder made his entire body tremble. Then in a forced motion, the man twisted Isabell's body.

"You-you?" The pain he felt earlier turned into anger. How dare the man mock the way he dresses.

Darren nosedived his eyebrows, then muttered lazily. "Yes, I."