I'M REIMBOGGING MY BODY

KT 131

“Then si-a... Serena?!” sarah's eyes almost jumped from where she was. He had not expected to get such a rare news at this moment.

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Sarah never knew that the figure of Serena could attract the attention of the adam easily. The care, protection and also the sincere affection of a man, seemed to surround Serena.

First is Farrell. A handsome young businessman, who finally makes Sarah justify all means to snatch it from the hands of Serena. Even chose to cut off his friendship, just for the sake of getting Farrel.

And now, there's Bram. The owner of a famous school, and also a luxury hotel, with a wealth that is certainly abundant. His personal life was a little closed, but to get a woman who was willing to be made a mistress, was something easy for him.

Although Sarah has no special feelings for Bram, but knowing that the man also wants Serena, inevitably, Sarah's pride is again hurt. ‘Actually what is interesting from that woman?’ That question sometimes makes Sarah not think.

What distinguishes her from Serena?

Sarah's hand clenched. The envy and envy that took root in his heart, burned the reason and ended up becoming a wild obsession.

Serena must die!

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Bram doesn't care about Sarah's shock. He lowered one of his crossed legs, in order to get up from sitting. Leave the soft bed rest, then press the smoky butts on the ashtray in the nightstand.

“Se-since when?” Ask Sarah. His voice trembled, as it held back emotions. His body is still as stiff as a board. Standing straight with the breath of hunting, without wanting to leave his place.

Bram shrugged and shook his shoulders. It was obvious that he didn't know the answer.

Because Bram also questioned the same thing, repeatedly. And the answer is, no one knows.

I don't know since when did Serena steal her heart? Stealing in the most beautiful way. Makes Bram no longer realize, if in him there is a vacuum. And that emptiness can only be filled by the smile of Serena, in each of her dreams.

“At first. I want to present him to my pet,” Bram's greeting hangs.

Sarah's eyebrows are linked. “Pe-presentation? T-maintenance? What the hell?” sarah began to guess.

“Should have.. Serena could be my best victim, if only I could have her heart. I aim for it in silence, full of caution and also in an unusual way.”

Bram approached Sarah. Stretching out the hand, to hook the long hair behind the ear, belonged to the woman.

“My steps were wrong. Getting close to him is not as easy as getting close to you. Wishing attention from him, was something difficult. Not to mention, his guards who never sleep.” Bram said softly. As if he was complaining about the failure he experienced.

Sarah smiled cynically. His heart cheered happily. It's nice not to play, because someone like Bram can actually have a hard time. Moreover, this is a difficulty getting women. With excess wealth, does not guarantee the road is always smooth.

“You lost to a former driver?” Sarah mocked blatantly.

“Cih! Not that guy I meant,” Bram replied. His grunts were clearly heard in Sarah's ears. As the two stood in a tight fit, it was as if they were running out of space inside the spacious room they rented.

“So you said, Serena you'll make an offering. What offering? And whose pet?” Sarah's eyes looked straight at Bram. He would not have understood all of Bram's words, had his important question not been answered.

“Ah! If about that. ra ha sia.”

“Ck!” Sarah clucked, upset. This man who was standing in front of him, was indeed full of secrets and puzzles. Sarah doesn't know anything about Bram. Not outside, not inside. They only do mutually beneficial cooperation, without willing to give a gap for personal matters.

“Then who is the guard of Serena you mean? Isn't that just, just Joni?”

Bram chuckling. His laughter was thunderous, filling the entire corner of the room. His shoulders continued to shake, as well as the hand that was stuck to his stomach.

“Sarah has a very good guard. Not just one, but two. You want to know?”

“R!”

“R?” para Sarah.

“Ra ha sia hahahaa..,” Bram is back. “I don't know, if you're this stupid ck ck.”

As Bram walks away, Sarah gets a recollection of her past.

“Do Serena have invisible guards?”

Bram's steps stopped, instantly. Turn around, and throw in a question-filled gaze. And from there alone, Sarah had guessed the answer to her question, just now.

Sarah's holding her back, for a moment. Then free one hand, to tap on his chin. “My guess all along, it turned out to be true. There are a lot of guys who like him. Apparently he's wearing black street.”

“Serena doesn't do that! He doesn't use black magic, to ensnare men! He only uses it for protection. Protection from a crafty friend like yourself!” The accusatory remarks from Sarah, rejected outright by Bram.

Now it was Sarah's turn to be loud, hard. In his eyes, Bram looks very funny. Funny for defending Serena desperately, the woman who didn't even glance at her one bit.

“Then, now I will also use the same way to finish him off!” sarah's determination was strong.

“I will finish you first, before your hand touches my woman!” snapped Bram, angry.

“Wanita? Which woman? Sarah is not your woman, she is Joni's wife!” sarah's voice did not lose out loud.

Half-run, Bram gets closer to Sarah. Use some of his energy to grip the woman's shoulder until grimacing, as an early warning.

“You won't dare to do that, Sarah!”

“Who said?”

Sarah clearly showed a defiant attitude. And Bram won't back down, even if Sarah's a woman. To hell with the so-called emancipation! As long as someone threatens the safety of his heart, then he will move forward with pleasure.

“Then let's prove it. Just one wound, you leave it on my woman's skin, then I'll return the wound hundreds of times.”

“He's not your woman! He's just one of all the mashings you've dedicated to your pet!” scream Sarah. Seeing Bram's terrifying anger, made his mind go dead end.

“I don't mind if you want to replace Serena as my final this year. It must be interesting,” hiss Bram with a sly grin.

“I still want to live! Live with Farrel!” unintentionally, Sarah waved a white flag of surrender.

“Then let go of my woman. Just focus on that guy,” Bram let go of his hand grip.

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