Dating Contract

CHAPTER 217: WHO?

- POV LALA

“Yes,” is actually very painful, even in a dream I have to act fine, my body starts to become light, as Richie pushes deeper it seems like the head of the pipe made it in, so I can get through, and my circle felt like the fireworks were going to tear, but my body was burning, I bit my lips until the iron taste mixed with my saliva. Richie scooped my lips, we rested for a moment and focused on the war between tongue drooling.

"Darling, are you sure about this? we can undo it" Richie said right after releasing the kiss and after that immediately reviewed the smile, his face was very red under the dim yellow light, “Darling, realize, this is not a dream, I am real, I am, listen to me.”

“Ya..”

“I put an eavesdropper behind a sink bowl.”

I felt the head of the pipe, below, a deflated flower. It was filled with intoxicating electricity and I moved my hips slowly.

“Lala Clarisaa, listen first, or I'll go!?”

“Yes, eros," I sighed rudely, “are we going to play detective conan? Why don't we just make a hot movie?”

“Risa!” Eros will pull his hip. And I hold it, “Ya Capt!” (captain)

“Take something like a black button behind the westaffel, put it in a hidden place in Ars's workspace, where the office has a large painting of a brown snake with a green background.”

“You are crazy, what is a snake? this dream sucks, why should a snake? Never mind, go nightmare, freak dream!”

“Honey, if you get drunk next time I'll punish you!” richie growled in my ear, along with the pressure from her hip thrust, loudly making me scream, ah torn!like it was coming into my body.

“Sickness,” my sobs keep on dodging, I don't want any more, ”remove!”  still and it was getting inside me, I was like slapped on the inside. Perih, how the inner circle of me was very widened, I was afraid to break the vow for anything, in fact I always give birth to a cesarean, and is this perhaps a normal birthing feeling? “whore! stopit! pain!” I'm hysterical, pushing Richie's shoulder. Somebody wake me up from a nightmare! it's painful. Wake up! quickly awake!

“Ah..!” My eyes widened, how painful it was. My stomach is full, plus Richie's body is heavy, the power is big, I'm not ready.

“Slow dear, I... ” Richie's voice is hoarse, our roar of breath is mixed, I claw my back on that wet shirt. My toes gripped, I felt a big missile. Nope. It was like a rocket taking off. Hot darted into me, until I was not ready to accept it, I was so holding my breath but my body became very sensitive to react every little movement.And I stabbed my fingers on his back.

Clawing gripping. Below is very burning, this is a nightmare, or I'm just drunk!l, l,

It seemed that the pain was not lost and became more and more. Cold water ran from the corner of my eye, I bit Richie's lips hard, iron taste mixed in our saliva.

I moaned, in pain ... Richie kept pulling and pushing in a big push I wasn't ready to receive, he looked at me deeply half-capped, clear liquid falling from his face as he moved.

He kept looking at me as the other hand gripped my right chest.

But slowly the pain changed, a strange feeling, the euphoria of happiness bursting out all over the body, as something pounded completely inside my stomach, so thin and as if it continued to suck into me. Each impulse is like a nightmare but wants again .. by happiness, and sticky ...

***

I opened my eyes looking at the ceiling of the room, when I was still in this room, a strange dream, two corners of my lips lifted up, imagining the face of a grain of sweat the size of a corn seed on the forehead of eros and how Richie's head fell down on my shoulder. ”Manicure..."

Suddenly the muscles of my body stiffened. Crumpled, my body crumbled, enveloping the entire bone.

Shift your left shoulder, to the right and left move your back.

My bones hurt. Looking to the right there was no one, the bed was neat. I hope my guess is wrong.

I raise the blanket with both hands, peek down huh I breathe a sigh of relief while dropping the blanket. ”Still intact,” but why do I feel troubled, why do my bones hurt?

I sat getting rid of the blanket to the side, I felt with both palms back and found b.r.a still related, “Huft” I lowered my head, it seemed like I was too bad-minded.

Hands palpated down and felt empty, I palpated around the belt and immediately pulled my dress. Where's my core.na! there aren't.

When I got up and semi-kneeled, I touched and poked it, my index finger dry. However, why it hurts, I sniffed and my eyes widened as soon as my body went limp. Not likely.

The sound of footsteps of someone climbing the stairs and getting closer.

I peek to the side floor who knows if my pants are falling or under my pillow, where my pants are! I'm still wearing a dress! so where ...

“Good morning miss.”

I flinched and immediately sat down to cover myself to the chest. ”Morning,” I noticed the maid was already in front of me putting a steaming drink in the cup. “Sorry, Where's Mr Ars?”

“Nona, please, this drink will relieve your dizziness. Butler ... said, last night you were very drunk,” he reviewed a friendly smile.

I nodded, "Thank you."

"Miss, I'm delivering Secretary Nick's message, you need to get to Mr. Damir's room immediately. You can't wash your face, let's follow me.”

“But at least I will brush my teeth, I first..” I wondered as the waiter nodded, would he wait for me in the room, “can you come out first? I'll change clothes.”

“Nona, today the change of clothes is prepared in the room Young master, please go to the bathroom but do not wash your face or shower.”

I scratch my head, “what if I want to defecate? Can you!?” and the waiter nodded, just what will it be. Weird guy. “May I know, Mr Ars slept last night where?”

“Sorry miss, it is not my arena to answer outside of my duties. I'll wait here. The sooner you go to the Young Master's room the better, before Mr. Ars comes alone and punishes you,” the woman nodded and retreated standing at the end of the fence. I want to beat up Ars, did he do it to me!

“Good,” I replied as I stepped over with a lackluster, staring fixedly at the marble floor, why ... It's horrible, if someone rapes me.

I pee. When rinsing it, mine felt sore.

Tears fell on the cheeks, the body goosebumps.

My left index finger stretched out and stabbed into the inside of femininity, I poked something thick. Pulling my hand, watching the wet index finger of the white viscous liquid into the ashes and my head more forward, closer to the trembling index finger, my nose sniffing.

I swallowed a lump of horror in my throat, my barrel squeezed by heat and so dry that my neck was like being strangled.

“Nona, are you okay?  could it be faster? Secretary Nick is waiting.”

I froze, lackluster, bent until my forehead fell on my knees, and my hands clutched my ankles or shins, trying to brace myself against what I didn't remember last night. Drunken up? the dreams? for real? or who?

“Nona?”

“YA, I'll be out,” me hoarsely, who did it.

Someone has entered my room. Only Ars can. My chest shakes in a groan. Oh what happened ... I thought I was just a dream, oh oh oh No! Nay! Please. Oh no!!

“Nona, are you okay?”  the back pats awakened me.

I looked up, unknowingly in front of me there was a waiter who was so worried, “oh, sorry, sorry-sorry.”

“Nona, it's okay, I'll help her, why are you crying?”

“No, give me two minutes and I'll be out, please.”