Marrying a Mysterious Man

Sleeping With a Gigolo

After about an hour of hot wrestling on the bed, Nashira was completely exhausted, her voice that had filled the silence and encouraged the man was now beginning to recede. Shiraa was only able to sigh slowly because she was really not strong. Unlike the man who is still busy racing on the body of Shira. And after about 30 minutes from there, the man finally managed to pull out what he should have taken out at this time.

He was silent, still with his breathing still rising and falling irregularly. Now his eyes were fixed on the red spots scattered on the white sheets. The man did not expect, if the woman who had just accompanied him was still awake virginity.

“How is it possible, a drunken woman like her is still a virgin?” he murmured, not wanting to believe it just like that.

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The morning eye had already appeared on the eastern horizon, its light coming through the windows, waking Nashira from her deep sleep. He stretched his body, stretched his back muscles that felt stiff. And when he opened his eyes, he realized that now his body was not wrapped in any clothes other than a white blanket that covered half his body.

He woke up and sat down, and how surprised he was when he revealed the blanket that covered his body. And sure enough, there were a lot of blood splotches scattered on those white sheets.

He nodded, covering his mouth with one hand.

Then, suddenly I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

“Gosh! Did I sleep with a gigolo last night?” surprised muttering. He looked around to find where his clothes were. And it turned out that his clothes and underwear were on the floor, splattered with the man's clothes.

Nashira immediately moved to pick up her clothes, grimacing with a severe pain in her sensitive area.

“Aw, how brazen he is. Making mine until it hurts like this,” muttered, immediately putting on her clothes.

He picked up his bag and opened his wallet. “Yeah, how can I pay that gigolo? I am already poor do not have money,” he said confused.

He was still trying to find money in his bag. And it turns out there is only Rp. 50,000,- in his wallet two pieces.

“How is this? My money is a little more.” He looked confused, biting his lower lip.

Suddenly coming up with an idea, Nashira takes the note paper on the nightstand, then writes a message for the man she considers her gigolo. And quietly with a slow and silent step, Nashira fled, leaving the hotel room. Leaving money Rp. 50,000,- along with a sheet of note paper on top of the nakaa.

And before long, the man came out of the bathroom. He knitted his eyebrows together, staring puzzledly as the woman he had slept with suddenly disappeared.

“Where is he?” he murmured while drying his wet hair using a small white towel.

The man walked up to his clothes, and when near the nightstand, his eyes were turned to a piece of paper and blue money lying on the nightstand.

He picked it up and read the message.

I'm sorry I couldn't pay you more, because your game last night wasn't good and didn't satisfy me.

The man squeezed the paper. His face seemed to change, both eyebrows were intertwined, his lips were slightly pursed, even the eyes were twinkling with emotion.

Just this time he found a woman who dared to lower her self-esteem, let alone being mentioned about her bed games.

“Damn it! How dare this woman humiliate me.” He squeezed the money and the notes tightly, until the paper in his hand was out of shape.

“Unsatisfactory? ... Just watch out for you, if I see you again, I'll finish you!” he said with a pretty scary look.

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