Dating Contract

CHAPTER 213: JACUZZI

- POV Author

Ars took Lala to a large balcony beside the restaurant, where he placed the half-drunk woman on a wide sofa on the edge of the iron fence.

"Tell me about your childhood."

Looking sideways at Ars who was standing leaning against the fence, Lala closed her heavy eyes, "Something when my father grinded the venison from his quarry, I helped dad peel the bombai skin and dad mix it up."

Ars glanced at the woman leaning against the sofa with her lips curled upwards forming a smile, where her chest was very protruding and attractive, her lentic fingers peeking at the forehead, occasionally brushing at the hair that flew by the wind. "Your father's hunting?"

The woman laughed, the plump lips were wide open and looked very graceful and comforting from the way she laughed, as if she had no burden, and a free soul, "father is good at hunting, and he has no burden, I'm good at climbing the tenth-floor walls: like a spiderman, I'm good at jumping from the first floor, I'm good at everything" she's sobbing. Ars raises eyebrows, full of question marks why sob?

"Fathers clenched ground venison with very large fists and cooked it in teflon, as well as pickled cucumbers and radishes. I tasted it it was delicious. We put the rest into plastic boxes, "the woman smiled thinly, then she cried loudly making Ars glance at some of his men, sending everyone out of the balcony.

"Fire suddenly snatched, from under the apartment door as I played balloons," the woman grew hysterical.

"Dad seemed to roll me up with something wet and I started coughing with dark black air and my father kept trying to break the door and I just then screamed, the voices of people screaming, the voices of people screaming, the plots are loud, and I know there's a loud siren."

Ars eyes dimmed, he sat next to the woman who was now sitting clutching a sofa pillow.

"I saw people scattering in front and behind my father, and I saw flashes of burning fire' And dad ran through the emergency stairs all the way to our next floor, people screaming complaining of being locked on that floor, I saw how dad kissed me before he hit the glass."

"I remember how my hair was smoky and burned a little bit when my dad was shaking, and I don't know why we were flying in the sky and I don't remember..."

"Then?"

"When in place." Lala gnawed at her grim forehead, the images of her brain releasing memories that once disappeared. "Dad...Eros...."

"Eros?" Ars shifted to Lala's side, the woman drooped onto the sofa, and the pillow on her lap fell.

In the room, Ars laid the woman down, but Lala got up and stepped up again and fell on her stomach on the marble floor, even the heels had not been removed.

"Eros hiks," sobbed the woman as she patted the floor, "moy paren. You said you'd look for each other," the woman held out her little finger to the floor, as if it were a person.

Ars was whirling, why didn't the woman call Kevin? His love is Kevin.

Ars stepped up and helped Lala sit down.

"Eros ... marry me Eros! you've grown up .. "the woman slammed into Ars's cheek with that wiggling finger, making Ars even more upset that he growled and gritted his jaw.

He slammed the woman into the bed and rolled her up like a sausage with a blanket. And Ars took off those heels and left them.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

"Dear."

In the darkness Lala caught a silhouette. "Richie is that you?uhh" Lala felt a sensation all over her body as something was moving her, something she missed.

"Richie, where have you been, why so long?" in his light body, the man continued to torment with everything tickling. Richie looks different, he's very gentle. The man grabbed him, something violently pressing him down below.

Maybe he was just dreaming, a beautiful dream. The silhouette of the man sniffing her scent of perfume was so strong, plus the heat, Lala grabbed the hair of the head the man wanted more.

Whether anything is with his body today, so thirsty for touch, every one of those touches sends high electrical impulses and radiates throughout the body.

"Richie, oh!"

The man soaked his neck with something warm, and his hands pulled his cloth up, and crept down the cloth, the heat transverse along his abdomen and creeping into his chest.

He felt a fever mixed with heat as the lips moistened his lips dabbing it with a thick liquid of sweet mint. And he was getting hotter to welcome the dance.

...ΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩΩ...

Lala sat up in a second. The head is like being pierced by a woodpecker, the throat is dry.

Am I just a dream? why does it feel real?

"Good morning."

Lala rolled her eyes, checking her hearing was not wrong, since when Ars said good morning.

"Good morning, Mr. Ars. May I know, where did you live last night?"

"Why?" he smiled.

"That-it's okay, just wanted-"

"Here-" Ars points to Lala's side.

"What!" his eyes widened and his mouth closed.

"You dare to scream?" ars's satire with a low voice was slightly depressed.

"Ma-maf." Lala looked down, staring at the soft white bed sheet, last night was just a dream. He fumbled backwards, b.ra.s still related.

"Why? do you want to free the clothes in front of me?" ask her with one corner of her lips raised.

Lala shook her head quickly, "I want to go to the bathroom."

Ars nodded, Lala passed him but Ars followed and slammed the door.

"Mr Ars? I want to pee."

"Don't in the key."

"What's? but-"

"Should you say twice?"

Lala shook her head quickly, she pushed slowly as Ars put away a hand.

Staring at the reflection of the mirror, Lala examined the blemish.na da.lam, the former liquid to. Is it really a dream. He had to ask Ars if something happened last night.

Brushing his teeth, after Lala cleaned up.na dal.am, he became very clumsy because of Ars, may he mengembarakan.na dal.am or throw it into the trash like already.

Lala soaked in foam, until Ars suddenly entered the bathroom.

"Mr Ars, why-" Lala's face warmed, by embarrassment. The man was wearing semi boxer pants with the words Calvin Klein, oh where is the robe, Lala's head became dizzy, his adrenaline increased, he covered the chest, lucky foam was very much.

"You know, this room was designed for couples" Ars quipped a little, Lala bent her knees as Ars dipped her feet into the jacuzzi bathtub, indeed this is very wide and round can be for ten people.

However, Ars approaches him, Lala continues to look down at the water bubble and the water massage seems increasingly clear because the brain dies, the water should be warm but his body becomes cold when he realizes there is no cloth covering it.

Down, Ars stared at the short wet black hair with the ends of the hair touching the exotic shoulders, his neck was getting clear so level and his beautiful skin gleaming on the cover of the water seemed to be getting fresher and cooler, the woman was shaking, Ars wanted to laugh.

Lala flinched, staring at Ars' plain back in front of her. His body froze, lucky the tip of his foot didn't touch Ars. Isn't this pool wide enough, for what the man in front of him is.

"Who's Eros?" ask Ars.

Lala shuddered, looking at the froth around Ars' back, "Eros? as I recall my friend while in Moscow."

"Can you massage my shoulders?"

Lala's eyes widened, oh that shouldn't happen it's dangerous, what if the man asks for another and another.