Love Mr. Casanova

The Past with Charla 2

And that very night, Charla brings men into her apartment for the first time. Charla Apartment is not too big, measuring 10 m x 12 m. There is only one room measuring 5 m x 6 m, one walk in closed and the bathroom. Living room that blends with the pantry and guest bathroom in the corner of the room. But Charla's apartment in design is very luxurious with luxury goods and furniture.

Charla locks the door after Devan enters.

"Sit down!" charla said, pointing to the sofa after passing the pantry and the small dining table.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Charla whose head is still a little heavy.

"Anything!" answer Devan.

Charla opened the small refrigerator and picked up two canned drinks. And put it on the table.

"You live alone?" devan asked Charla who was sitting next to him.

"Yes that!" charla replied as she sipped her canned drink.

"Your parents have never been here?"

"I don't even know if they remember me or not!"

"meaning?"

"It's okay - what!" charla was spontaneous.

Devan just nodded, then stood up and looked - look at the contents of Charla's apartment.

"Crystal!" devan said he picked up a decoration made from the original cristal.

"That's my 17th birthday present from Papa!"

Devan puts it back and turns to a painting of Charla's face that doesn't smile at all, even with a blank stare.

"Why are you photographing your face without a smile?" ask Devan.

"Because it's reality!" replied Charla who was still sitting while following Devan's movements.

"Reality?" devan asked, looking at Charla. "You mean you've never been happy in your life?" guess Devan.

"Yes!" charla replied with a charming smile.

"Why is that?"

"There are some people who say, happy if we have a lot of money!" charla said, "i've never been short of money! My dad gave me a platinum card. My mom gave me a gold card! but I'm ordinary! there is no happiness!"

"Why did your mom and dad give each other cards?"

Charla stood near the window and stared at the twinkling lights of Oxford at night.

"They were divorced when I was 15!" she replied without seeing Devan, "Mama got married again and I fell into Papa's hands! because my mom followed her new husband around the world!" charla. "And ever since then, I don't believe in love!"

Devan is obsessed with Charla's story. Devan sees there is a wound in his heart that arises by the separation of his parents.

"If a couple divorced on the grounds that there is no match, I think from the beginning there is no love and does not match!" charla said, "Because it fits forever! there are no limits!" continued.

Devan stared softly at Charla's back.

"So you've never been in love?"

"No!" charla said confidently as she turned to face Devan who was standing looking at her by putting both her hands in her pants pocket.

Charla closed the open living room window. Then walk up to Devan by taking off his jacket, leaving a skirt on his knees and his tank top. Then stand straight in front of Devan. Devan frowned at Charla who was 25 cm shorter than him.

"I don't love you Devan!" charla said that made Devan even more confused. "Because I don't want to fall in love!" continued. "But you're the first man who can make me curious"

"I don't know what you mean"

Charla touched Devan's chest with both hands and rubbed it upwards until it coiled around Devan's neck.

"Teach me enjoy life as you do, Mr. Devan!" charla said with a charming smile.

Devan raised the corner of her lips, looking at Charla who did look very beautiful that night. If Charla was a free girl like always, Devan would have eaten her without asking.

"Charla?" call Devan slowly, "I know the good girl - fine! why surrender yourself to me?" ask Devan.

"Because you can't love me!"

"You don't love me either! why do you want to do it with me!"

"Because basically, we're the same - just don't believe in love!"

"What if one day it turns out you love me?" ask Devan.

"Never!" charla replied confidently, "but I'm also a normal woman who wants to be touched by men!"

"So this is the gift you mean?" ask Devan.

"Yes!" charla replied with a sweet smile.

Devan stared at Charla's eyes intensely. Then took off Charla's hand that coiled around her neck with a sweet smile on her lips. Charla's eyes immediately seemed to exude disappointment, as Devan took off his hand.

"If you want to do that, you better change your feelings!" devan said, "learn to love someone! and do it with him!"

Devan raised the corner of his lips. Touching Charla's hair from the forehead to the one dangling in front of the chest.

"You're beautiful, young, and a virgin!" devan said, "it would be a pity to give it to me for the first time!"

"I don't care!" answer Charla sure.

"What if your parents know! her own daughter who turned herself in to a Casanova like me!"

"They just need word from me, if I'm alive!" charla replied, "he won't care what kind of company I live!"

Devan took a deep breath, then threw it away slowly.

"I'd better go home!" devan said, "you're under the influence of a drink!" he continued to rub Charla's head.

"No!" charla said quickly, "all I know!"

"Charla?" call Devan softly.

"Devan!" reply Charla firmly.

"Sleep!" devan turned his body to the main door of Charla's apartment.

"You won't be able to get out of this apartment, Devan!" charla said that made Devan stop his steps.

Charla walks up to Devan, and hugs Devan's athletic body from behind. Put his head there.

"I've never felt this feeling before!" charla lirih.

Devan turned his body, looking Charla in the eyes. Devan lowered his head, kissing Charla's forehead inside.

"Take me off!" devan said, hugging Charla, "i don't deserve it too much without marriage!" devan.

"I don't want to get married!" said Charla who took off Devan's embrace.

Charla instantly pulled the nape of Devan's neck and kissed Devan's lips. Even though he's not very good at kissing. He just kissed Devan's lips forcibly. Mimicking a big screen movie he watched in the Cinema. Charla is still a virgin, does not mean never kissed in the past.

Devan attempts to remove Charla's hand and distanced her lips, which Charla kisses.

"Charla, stop!" devan said as he managed to put some distance on their lips.

But Charla again grabbed and kissed him. Charla pushes Devan's body down on the sofa. Charla sits on Devan's lap, facing Devan completely. Immediately the normal soul of a Casanova exploded. Devan tried to hold him back.

"Charla!" devan said with all his might pushing Charla's head.

"Are you kissing me, or are you killing me!" devan looked at Charla who was wrapping a hand around her neck.

"I want everything to you!" charla replied, "except your love!" continued.

"It would be more beautiful to do it with love!" devan.

"I don't care!" answer Charla.

Charla unbuttoned Devan's clothes one by one. Until all Devan buttons are removed. Gently swiping Devan's chest area, and getting rid of the shirt that covers Devan's chest and shoulder field.

Staring at the seductive beautiful girl on her lap, in the end the Casanova's defense collapsed as well.

Devan began to gently rub Charla's thigh which was locking her body. Charla brought her face closer, and Devan began to advance her lips. And start a kiss that replies to each other.

Devan lifts Charla up, then stands up and takes Charla into Charla's room without letting go of their kiss. Devan puts Charla slowly on the bed. Devan took off his shirt and began to kiss Charla's neckline. Charla started to flinch, because this was the first time that part was kissed. Kiss after kiss landed on Charla's smooth chest. Devan begins to reveal Charla's tank top. Showing the br* kemben that Charla wears.

A feeling of warmth began to spread between the two. Charla pounces at Devan's back for feeling an overwhelming pang, as Devan squeezes Charla's two chests that are still covered in br* kemben. Slowly - plan Devan to release the br. Appearing a chewy chest that instantly made Devan's weapon stiffen.

Voraciously Devan began to sniff it out alternately. And his hands play on his idle chest. Playing chest tops that are still in the color. Devan begins to forget himself, and Charla increasingly tries to make Devan forget himself. Devan continued to play on Charla's chest, until Charla reached her first.

After letting Charla enjoy the ***** first*, Devan went down to kiss her stomach and opened Charla's skirt, then removed the rest of the clothes attached to her body, until both of them were plain without a thread.

And that night happened for the first time for Charla. The holy blood dripping on the bedsheet made Devan feel guilty as he stared at Charla's shady face sleeping in his arms.

Devan opened the blankets that covered their innocent bodies. Seeing Charla's beautiful body that makes her want to re-create with Charla. But he refrained from doing so unilaterally. Moreover, there was no love between them. Devan rubbed Charla's head gently.

Poor girl! a lonely girl who doesn't know how to enjoy her life. The injury from her parents' divorce really made her fucked up. Plus, there was no attention from them! devan said inwardly, gently rubbing Charla's cheek with her thumb.

The author reminds me, The story of Devan racing against free life abroad yes. So different from the story of Alexander who lived in Indonesia. And let's just say they speak English throughout the conversation.

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