My Dangerous Boy's

Part 77 - Dangerous Boy (4)

Zavier spontaneously stayed away from his phone, then grimaced pain while rubbing next to his ear. His eyes then glanced sharply at the name on his phone and after that, he snorted loudly.

Aron's.

Zavier brought the phone back to his ear and glanced at the warning towards Shella. The girl seemed to only frown in annoyance as she continued to rub her swollen lips and neck uncomfortably.

Ugh... why is she so sexy?

"You, your voice is too loud-"

"DON'T HOLD IT!!"

The hysterical screeches caused Zavier to spontaneously turn away his phone for the second time. His burly hand that was about to move pulled Shella's body closer towards his body immediately stopped.

******** this one damn thing, his inner and swearing annoyed.

Meanwhile, the Shella who was next to him only raised both eyebrows, astonished by all of Zavier's attitude just now. "Who called you?" tanyanya weird.

The man turned his head for a moment towards Shella. "A person********," he replied quickly. "To be more precise, ******fucking* that at will interfere with my activities."

Zavier then brought his phone back to his right ear, then cleared his throat.

If the man screams in front of his ear, he vows to bury Aron alive.

"Please stop screaming like a frightened woman"

"SHUT YOUR DIRTY MOUTH, DAMN IT. WHO TOLD YOU TO INVITE SHELLA INTO YOUR APARTMENT? I'M REALLY GONNA KILL YOU, ********!"

Okay, Zavier's patience is at a running out point. The man threw his gaze out the glass of the apartment and it did not take long, he was able to catch a man standing on the roof of a building.

Looks like Aron.

Shella's ex-boyfriend looked intently at her while tightly gripping the phone she was sticking to her ear. His mouth moved saying something without a sound, and Zavier was able to catch what was said by him.

If you mess with Shella, I'll finish you off.

Zavier snorted in annoyance.

Did he follow her anywhere? Observing all his movements? Well, that's one serious crime.

And wait... Zavier then frowned suspiciously. And then, did Aron also observe himself while he was in the bathroom? Oh, it's so brazen if the man observes himself taking a bath.

And, what the hell... The man would have gone mad if he had intended to do so.

"YOU! STOP SCREAMING AND RULE ME. WHO ARE YOU THAT DARES TO THREATEN ME, HUH!" snapped Zavier with anger that began to overflow. He poked sharply at Aron, who was standing next to the building, and then pointed his middle finger at the man.

"SILLY-"

In the next second, the phone was decided unilaterally, and it was certain that Zavier was the one who decided it. He cleared his throat once, before throwing his phone on the table unhappily.

Momentary silence...

Hearing her question, the man moved to fold his legs on the sofa and looked seriously at Shella. He then shrugs his chin lazily.

"No. Just for this time alone," she replied casually, but her tone sounded a little displeased in Shella's ears. "OK, don't talk about ********fuck it. We'd better go eat the pasta I cooked."

***

The sound of fork and plate colliding rang out to fill the guest room. Shella ate her food in silence, while Zavier looked at the woman in front of him with a hint of anxiety.

Why didn't the woman speak a word? Is that pasta bad?

Zavier bit his lower lip nervously as he stared at the plate of pasta that was in front of him. Then he took a long breath.

"Is my cooking bad?" ask Zavier at the end. He rolled up the long noodles with his fork, before spooning the paste into his mouth.

Delicious, really.

"Eh?" shella said, as if surprised by Zavier's question. He slightly scrunched his forehead. "Umm.. Did you cook this?"

"Yes," said Zavier, then returned to scooping the paste into his mouth.

Ugh.. This paste is really good in the mouth. Just like the neck of the seductive Shella.

"Lumayan," replied Shella and shrugged. "I didn't know you could cook food."

Zavier just chuckled, not knowing what answer to give to Shella. "Am I not romantic enough to face a woman? Well, eat as much as you can, I'll cook it again just for the baby."

Hearing that, Shella simply rolled her two eyeballs lazily. "Yes, yeah, yeah. It's up to you."

Zavier's smile widened slightly, before returning to scoop up his pot.

It was the best food he ever ate. Food that tastes very similar to the smell of Shella's body.

Ow...

What the hell did that woman do to him that made him look like an insane man?

Could Shella be using the secret of black magic to pull herself away?

Zavier's brown eyes probed the face of Shella in front of him, before his gaze fell back on those thin, reddish lips.

Damnit...

The woman in front of him was perfect. What the hell, the lack of Shella? She is beautiful, her neck is level, her curves are beautiful and she has smooth legs. Oh yeah, Zavier just remembered that Shella had a slightly short body.

Meanwhile, Shella further lowered her head and looked at the pasta that was in front of her in silence. He cursed annoyed when Zavier's sharp gaze that felt continued to be thrown towards him and made him feel very uncomfortable.

Oh my god, what's wrong with this guy?