Double-role

CHAPTER 164 (Season 3)

One year ago Hotel Casanova

The night is getting late, the darkness is getting more intense to surround people on earth. Silence is created to accompany every event.

After booking a room, Calvin Alfaro hugged Zanna towards the fifth floor. The smell of alcohol was so stinging inside the woman.

Calvin snorted softly and then swept him inside. Upon arrival in a private room, he threw the pianist to a sleep forging.

Both hands ruffled the waist while exhaling a rough breath. He looked at the luxurious room and returned to grinning.

"So, in this place will the woman spend her night with the young master? Too bad, your plan didn't go well" he muttered looking fixedly at Zanna who was closing her eyes.

His breath was so calm that he did not pierce anything, he fell into a deep sleep unaware of what had happened. Calvin secretly installed his cell phone camera in the corner of the room and then returned to the pianist's presence.

Not long after, Zanna regained consciousness and immediately sat on the bed. The moon's eyes narrow to adjust the retina to the ambient light.

In a dim state as well as his spinning head, he witnessed a single figure standing in front of him. Smile also expands when the person he believes is the man he has been invited to.

"Mas Zaidan," he called enthusiastically.

Zanna got up from her seat and immediately held both hands around Calvin's neck making her grin wide. He did not reply or release the hug that was getting more intense.

"Do you know who I am?" tanyanya.

In a daze Zanna nodded her head. "Mas Zaidan," he chuckled happily.

"What if I'm a stranger you've never met?" ask Calvin again.

With pursed lips Zanna shook her head several times. "That's impossible. You-" He pointed right at the chest of his interlocutor. "You are Mas Zaidan whom I love very much."

"Why do you love me?"

"Because I love you, do I need another reason?"

After saying that Zanna pondered, her head lowered making her black hair cover part of the face.

That close position also made him aware if Zanna was holding back tears. His slender body trembled strongly, both hands turning to grip Calvin's front shirt tightly.

He didn't say anything to just let Zanna go. He kept waiting until the woman said something that made him distrustful.

"I'm sorry. Because it's selfish to prefer a career over our relationships. I know .. This relationship happens because of arranged marriages. But just so you know I love you so much. I love you, mas Zaidan," said Zanna, raising her head quickly.

Her beautiful face was already covered in tears with a red nose extinguished. Watching the scene right in front of him made Calvin feel moved. Whether consciously or not he rubbed Zanna's back channeling strength.

"Why? Why didn't you say anything? Can't I get an apology from you? Mas, I really love you," he said again. "I want to be with you, why should our relationship end?"

Calvin sighed tiredly looking at Zanna inside. "I'm sorry, but .. I'm not the man you mean. I wouldn't be responsible if something happened to us."

Hearing the words just now made Zanna's soot bead widen. He could not believe what the man in front of him was saying.

"I'm not kidding, I-I"

Not yet had Calvin finished his words, Zanna immediately grabbed his lips just like that. The warm, bitter sensation felt so piercing.

Calvin who never consumed alcohol was immediately lulled with the breath of Zanna mixed with the drink.

It was as if losing their minds both followed the deepest desires. However, before going to the core game Zanna slightly gained her consciousness.

He who was sitting on Calvin's belly pulled the corner of his lips. He saw the man was already wrapped in the deepest desire was looking at him my darling. In his view Calvin was still Zaidan to make the corners of his lips raised perfectly.

"In a moment our game will start" he said, then got out of bed and turned on the phone camera. He placed it right on the dresser facing the bed.

After the preparations were finished, that night they enjoyed a forbidden relationship. Both Zanna and Calvin, both of them are mired in pure lust.

No one knows what will happen after that, they just channel the desire in each of them. Without knowing if the man she was currently sleeping with was a stranger, whom Zanna had never met before.

Without heeding Calvin's earlier warning, Zanna simply followed a wrong instinct. He was very sure if his plan to get Zaidan into the arms had gone well.

In the middle of the action, he continued to mention the name Zaidan. The word love was thrown along with the union that occurred.

For about three hours, they ended the game. Zanna and Calvin clenched each other to channel warmth without a thread attached to the body of both.

The brown bead looked at the red face of Zanna who had fallen asleep again. His outstretched hand gently rubbed the child's hair on the pianist's forehead.

"I can't believe I slept with this woman. What's been through? Why did he keep revealing I couldn't bear it. I gave up. What's he going through?" his mind was curious and he was asleep, exhausted.

When the clock struck half-five in the morning, Zanna woke up from sleep. He saw that his hands were holding him from behind. A smile expanded as the shadow vaguely remembered last night.

He turned to look at the man in silence. "Mas Zaidan," he said softly as he stroked the gentle man's cheek.

Then he lifted his body slightly to see if his phone was still there. He got up and walked to pick up the smart thing.

His smile grew wider watching the intimate scenes of him and the sleeping man. He went back to lying down and took many photos with people he still believed to be Zaidan.

After the hour was set at half-seven in the morning, Calvin was conscious of his long sleep. The rising sun shone on their rooms with its warm light. He was surprised to see Zanna who was still asleep.

Hurriedly he picked up the clothes and put them on just like that then escaped from there. Without forgetting he snatched the cellphone that was used last night to record the scene of the forbidden relationship.

Along the way Calvin daydreamed about what had happened. He told Dimas that his work was done.

However, there is a part in him that makes him regret after doing this. In the taxi he growled, pulling his hair in frustration. He hopes to never see Zanna again. He did not want to be haunted by guilt, because he had lied to him just like that.

Behind the unrest he realized that all these things happened due to Zanna's rotten plan. He just followed the groove and got stuck in it.

"Why should I help Zulfan's descendants? I can't refuse if it was Dimas who asked for my help. Because after all he's been the one who's been helping me channel money from Farraz's om, "his monologue is silent. Inevitably Calvin could only accept what had happened.

...Seriate......