IN THE CAGE

85. THE CANTONESE AND THEIR SECRETS

...NORMAL pov...

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"You wish I was serious about you? Seeing you alive today is a relief to me. Hey, Vera..., listen to me! With your current job, a job that risks life and death on the front lines, do you think I can be serious about you? Do you think there's gonna be a guy who's gonna be serious about you?"

No, maybe not. Vera answers the question that once again comes to her mind as she remembers the face of Alle-sang ex-lover who is already happy with her new life.

Vera knows that her job as a bodyguard is not a safe job. He had understood the situation from the very beginning. He can die at any time, can be used as a bullet shield by his boss, and in general - this job is not good at all. Not if his lover is the type of man who craves a calm woman who lives a life like a Rapunzel.

"The situation is really annoying, isn't it?" Vera muttered to herself. His eyes were glued to the screen of the phone that lit up in the darkness of the passageway. The photo of Alle with his wife looks beautiful there, on the screen of his phone. They are very happy. Alle's blue hair had also disappeared instantly. He's coloring himself new.

If only she wasn't a bodyguard, not a stubborn girl who was good at martial arts early on - would that fairy-tale romance life reach her? Vera wondered as she lit her third cigarette. He breathed a sigh of anger. The answer to the question in his head is probably no. He cannot change his destiny, he is and will always work in this line. Which means, she won't get a fairyland full of love and pink dresses.

"Ahahahaha, don't joke. He couldn't look at me..."

"I'm serious, I saw him secretly glancing at you. You should get to him!"

In the dark hallway connected to Leviathan's toilet, the lone smoking Vera notices three young girls breezing out of the toilet with laughter and spilling energy. Seeing them, Vera recalled her youth. When he was 20 years old, he spent his life training hard in the dojo, slamming men bigger than him.

"Aaaah, shitty!" Vera was upset. He stomped the rest of his cigarettes on the floor before igniting another one.

"Here you are, apparently," a voice passed by. For a moment, Vera thought the figure was talking on the phone, but when she saw the man's face was fine, Vera realized that the man was talking to her.

"Mr Anggara," Vera confirmed the posture of his establishment. Damn it, even on holidays he had to be polite and lick the heels of this rich man to make them feel respected. Because otherwise, their egos could get hurt and they could kill a lowly bodyguard like him. Just because they are capable and rich, that's all!

"What are you doing here alone?" Anggara leaned against the wall opposite to Vera. The passageway was already narrow and only fit for three rows of people, adding himself there would only make it difficult for people to pass by.

"I-there's nothing. I'm just this..." Vera pointed at the cigarette in between her index fingers.

"Oh, aren't you drunk today?"

"I've been avoiding that lately" Vera said. He does not want his stupidity when the teler will bring him back to the time when he did the forbidden thing to his boss' enemy. Goddamnit! Even though it was so incredible, it couldn't! I can't, Vera!

"Are you off?" Anggara continued to ask.

"That's how it is, Mr. Angga. By the way, do you have any need for me?" If there is none, go!

"I want to talk to you" said Anggara, a thin grin blooming on his face. "Or more. We never have time to exchange chats, do we?"

"We're not friends who need to exchange chats."

"We're not enemies either, so there's no need to be too cold on me, right?"

"Mr Angga..."

"Just a few."

"Master Angga," Vera repeated full pressure. "Are you trying to use me to get close to Miss Margot or is this another attempt to get me to betray? Whatever it is-whatever you're trying to do, I advise you to stop, Mr. Angga!"

Vera really cannot get caught up in this situation. Games like using each other, it doesn't work on him. Vera is not the type to hand herself over to an opponent just because she is lulled by her own feelings. He is very loyal to the Hunter family, not because the family has contributed to him, but because Vera decided to put her commitment there. Vera is already firm in her stance, so whatever Anggara's goal is to cook her-it won't work!

Vera is confident Anggara will not succeed.

"Do I have to stop when I say I want to be with you again, like that night?"

"Don't..." Vera gives a warning as Anggara takes a step closer to her. The corner of Vera's lips twitched withholding a grin, Vera, damn it! This man is venomous. Vera did not understand why she could be tempted to this man? He's bad at approach and too blatant. He's a guy that Vera shouldn't touch.

"This is not serious," Anggara said. His fingers touched Vera's hips, grabbing the girl even closer to him. "You know.., this is just between you and me."

"Slave," Vera held her breath. He stared at the pair of brown irises that invited him into hell. It is beautiful and hypnotic to the eyes.

"You're not working today, Vera. You don't have to worry about anything." Anggara anchored his head at the nape of Vera, inhaling the scent of the girl's body that was like tobacco and vanilla.

"You don't have to stand on any side today."

Despite the dwindling distance between them, Anggara did not immediately push Vera into his game. He waited there, with every little temptation that made Vera close her eyes. Breathing in the ever-increasing passion.

"What do you think?" whispered Anggara, his eyes rolling up watching Vera's reddened face. 

Without responding to Anggara with words, Vera took a rough breath before pulling the man towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. Anggara followed him with a smile. Not yet had they chosen the room, Anggara had already grabbed Vera to his chest, pushing the girl's step towards the sink that was lined up in front of the mirror.

Anggara twisted Vera's body facing towards her, giving Vera a rough kiss on her open lips. Vera scoops Anggara in her arms, pulling the man deeper and tighter in her body.

"Sheeesssh!" Vera sizzled softly as Anggara's tongue crept into her neck. Sweeps his skin with the heat of the salivary light bites that darken the eyes.

"Wr-hmm..." Vera was again silenced by the same lips. Tongues that blend together encourage each other and show dominance. The alternating loose grunts of Anggara and Vera's lips, both of which had difficulty withstanding the mounting passion and creeping on each of their skins like they were devoured by fire.

They are in a hurry, thirsty and hungry for satisfaction that is already in sight.

"You feel like a cigarette," Anggara chuckled thinly as his pagutan and Vera slipped off, he lifted Vera up the sink and wrapped the girl's legs around her waist.

While their eyes were adrift on each other, Anggara's hands played deftly in releasing one by one the buttons of the black flannel shirt that covered Vera's body.

"Bos Margot is going to kill me" Vera muttered as Anggara's kiss docked back on his shoulders. He closed his eyes, feeling how the heat of each Anggara touch created butterflies flying in his stomach. Very tickling and dangerous.

"The hell, with her. I don't care about him." Anggara cupped Vera's cheek, pulling Vera's consciousness to her. "I just want you."

"Omong empty," Vera laughed, because after all, this relationship was just a joke.

Anggara does not deny Vera. No need to convince him.

Anggara simply turned Vera against the glass, revealing how the girl's face was soaked with sweat from their activities. Breathing gasps and reddened cheeks. This is a difficult sight to escape from the mind of Anggara later.

No need for any seriousness in every speech, Anggara just wants to feel the same sensation that he gets only from this woman.

"Let's miss the bullshit then" Anggara pecked at Vera's nape and gave a soft whisper behind her earlobe.

"Now spread your legs for me." Anggara grinned in her reflection on the glass. His hand was anchored to Vera's nape, gripping the neck that had been bathed in the bite marks with a force that made Vera quite in pain.

Goddamnit!

Vera hates the man's words that demean him! Vera hates Anggara and his dictatorial attitude.

Vera hates Anggara because the man's actions create a passion in her to become very uncontrollable. The condescending words that the man spoke were also, like oil that made the flames on his body smolder.

Vera closed her eyes with an unusually carefree body. That ecstasy-like sensation made him forget reality, stripping him of his pride.

At that time.., in his mind there was only him and Anggara. It was glued in front of the mirror that made him realize how low he was as a human being. How much he enjoyed it.

It is a dangerous sin. Secret.

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