Dating Contract

CHAPTER 262: H-1

- POV JOHAN

Over and over again, I siphoned off the salty liquid that melted from inside my nose. He wiped my wet cheeks with his palm. He didn't ignore me, and I felt his affection, even his attention.

I felt like a baby in front of her, so childish, demanding and staring into her azure sky-glazed eyes. He seemed to be trying to smile. How cruel he is, and I want to be accepted! or am I less handsome?

I wrapped my hands around his waist and shoulders with my fingers widened to pull his upper back to carry it to me.

Oh, my God

I kept shaking, she was like a little bunny, the more I squirmed the more I trembled because of the pain. "If it were so easy to forget you, I would."

Lala's warm palms held my back, with her arms, her body warm, full of comfort, she held me so firmly, ohhh! I'm getting less willing, right.

What is it about the world at the end of our story that we cannot be destined to be together!? Fu*d. It seems I'm really crazy! "I love you Lalaaa."

We drifted in that embrace for a very long time and did not care about the feeling of tightness. I clawed at his back, not allowing him to escape. I was in a very real fear of bending my elbows inward, like a python twisting very tightly. I wrapped it around, yeah, like this with my hands. It should, like this.

"Johan, su-dah," he said slowly.

"Have you? has he??? No. gabe. Don't you say it already. This will never be, you hear? neverhhh," I said trembling.

"I can't breathe." He was panting around my neck, looking for air until the heat was like an oven.

"liks. You're going, aren't you?" I mean, I wanna not let go!

It's full of horrors, if this comes off, then he's gone forever, isn't he? What an idiot I am, but I don't care about this, all this time being able to endure it, I hold him.

"Hugh.hugh, hughh," whimpering, I squeezed her shoulder. "You're mine."

My hands drooped from hugging him. I slumped off the couch falling like a lump of cement on the floor.

"Only with you am I happy. Can't do anything else, ohhh!" I felt myself swimming on the floor, unable to control myself, scavenging the carpet patting him hysterically. So Tired. Want me to run and tear my chest skin to be able to breathe and remove its tightness, I want ...

"Wake up Johan, why is it like this?"

The voice came from a man, my body in half emotion seemed blurred, my shoulders were propped up by Richie.

"Go, Pers*tan!" my curse was to shove Richie's shoulder rough, making me so sick. And this stupid body fell down like a drunkard.

"Johan, please forgive me." Lala propped up my right shoulder, I took it off, and pushed it.

"Youyou!" Richie seems to have grabbed me.

"Mas, no!!"

It seems that I heard Richie's rage, I looked back at Richie who caught Lala looking in shock.

Either my sight seemed to be muddled covered in a fog of anger. With the road swaying, or is there an earthquake. And I slumped again when I was about to touch the door. Seems like an earthquake.

I couldn't hear the sound properly, I felt a tremendous headache. Once again I woke up, unable to feel the legs, holding on along the wall and my mouth feeling salty and bitter either snot, or stomach acid, or both.

Trained, I felt helpless. Okay stop first. I couldn't feel my body but just shivered with anger. Sitting on the floor, my head swam in the air.

It seems that I have a touch on my face, she Amber, my daughter, hugging me, why is she crying? I didn't hear her words that all seemed vague.

Not understand. And I woke up in my room. The clock shows at eleven o'clock at night. With an overwhelming sense of weakness .. I grabbed my wallet, cell phone, a pack of cigarettes, and came out of the room.

"Where are you!?" richie asked coldly, and I just passed by. Doesn't assume he exists. Currently reluctant to deal with people, especially him.

Walking in a daze, I reached the fence and sat on the trotorar. A black sedan stopped in front of me.

"Come, where you're going, come."

I glanced lazily and looked back at the paving, which was highlighted by the light from the white light. I felt the mad man supporting me, then loading me into the driver's side seat.

"Salaud !" (Bajing*n) I nudged the one who took the blow straight away, and pushed my hand back. And we stared at each other sharply. His lips that looked twitching.

"What!"

"Johan, Je me moque de ce que tu penses et je continuerai a faire comme je fais. Is that sais quoi ? Je t’emmerde !" (Johan, I don't care what you think and I'll keep doing what I do. You know what? Pers*tan with you!)

All the way, in silence. My mouth was bitter and I lit a cigarette in the car by continuing to throw the smoke left at him who was calmly driving.

"You don't know the rules against smoking?" Richie squeaking.

"Then?" I clamped another one and lit it again, now there are two cigarettes in each of my hands and puffed the smoke on the crazy face.

Richie looked growling, but he kept driving .. ignored me and this infuriated me even more.

**

"On est tanque, nine, la, t'y as vu ? Y a degun!"((Notice, my sweet friend, how comfortable we are here, with no one around!) jolted Richie with emphasis, while taking me in one nightclub VIP room.

"Oh comme y faith froid encule !" (Oh, bajin*an is cold!) I'm saddened by Richie's compulsion to come here.

I don't know how many bottles of Vodk* got me drunk. I realized I was swearing all sorts at the madman, I laughed and got angry, it seemed that he was laughing at me, and I looked at Richie by pushing an empty glass ...

**

It was morning when my head was like an ice machine and my throat was burning.

And Richie looked at me while giving me a can of orange-flavored fizzy drink. I bubbled until it was cold in my throat that was dry because it was immediately hydrated.

A minute later my eyes rolled around the room, only to notice in the hotel room. Maybe Richie's been with me until now? apparently yes, he's still in the same suit. Oh no! Like, I was raving badly last night.

"Let's go back. Lala's worried about you." Richie threw a jacket in my face.

"You vomited, it was thrown away." Richie said before I asked why I wasn't wearing a shirt with embarrassment.

When he returned to the Mansion, people were busy chatting. I was looking for the Kevin I thought he was coming this morning, but nothing.

Once in the room, I connected a video call long enough with Kevin and he didn't come at the show tomorrow. So, I got hurt alone.

I was embarrassed, and I chose to sleep. Not how long the knock on the door made me go straight to the stomach.

"Johan, it's me. I'm in, right?" Lala's voice seemed to hesitate from outside the door, and the door creaked open.

My eyes were closed and drowned in a soft pillow.

"I know you're not sleeping. Eat first. I put it here, huh?" lala's voice flatly implied the hesitation there. "Don't forget, take the vitamins. Um, Johan ... I'm sorry. Please, don't hate me."

I clenched my hands under the pillow. Not conscious, right? I've wanted you all along.