My Dangerous Boy's

Part 9 - Crazy Brother's

Then let's go on a date."

Degs...

Shella spontaneously stopped walking. His eyes widened, not believing the sentence he had just heard.

Did he not hear wrong?

It was impossible with the distance so far, the man spoke to her.

Did Zavier take her words seriously that if the guy was her boyfriend?

Is that guy going to date someone he just met a few hours ago? Not likely. That's not gonna happen.

It is impossible.

Just be positive thinking, girl.

Yeah, maybe Zavier was talking to someone else, not to himself.

Your confidence is too high, Shella.

The girl again continued her delayed steps, not realizing if a man had walked towards her.

"I'm talking to you, girl." Whispers rang out and tickled Shella's ears. The breath of a person also hit the smooth skin.

Shella was shocked. He spontaneously turned back with glaring eyes. Without seeing the face of the person, he immediately raised his right hand firmly.

PLAQUE.

The next second, a man immediately complained of pain accompanied by a feeling of heat that began to spread around his left cheek. The five-finger trail was clearly visible there.

****.

Did he just feel violence from a girl?

Oh my god.

Shella closed her mouth in disbelief when she realized what she had just done. Wasn't.... No. This is not his fault.

"What are you doing?" ringis the man was in pain.

Zavier looked at Shella with a sick look, making the girl feel a little guilty.

"Sorry," said Shella stammeringly, afraid that the man would be angry now.

Seeing that, Zavier giggled amusedly in his heart, looking at the stupid face that was clearly plastered on the girl's face.

"You're crazy" Zavier sighed in pain, as if the slap was going to make him die right now. But in reality, the slap was more suitable to be likened to the slap of an ant that was helpless for him.

Shella squeezed and twisted the end of her dress firmly, hoping that all the things she feared disappeared.

"Is that sick?" shella asked carefully.

Zavier spontaneously gawked in the heart. What kind of question is that? What if it hurts, will Shella treat it?

Lying, of course it's a lie.

Shella stared into the man's bright brown eyes, then again bit her lower lip.

***

A man was sitting on a chair with his hands twirling the pen. Not infrequently also the two corners of his mouth suddenly lifted, forming a thin smile.

Right now, his thoughts were constantly on someone who had attracted him. A girl he thought was very cute, short, and definitely beautiful.

Somehow, but the charm cast by the girl can make her heart a little shaken.

Zavier had experienced this, but the impact was not as dangerous as it is now.

Actually, what advantages does the girl have that can make the man interested?

All of this is out of his mind.

It never occurred to me that he would experience something like this.

There are so many more perfect women out there, but why is he even interested in the short girl?

It doesn't make sense.

"Hello my brother," someone's voice suddenly rang out in his study, making Zavier spontaneously exhale tired.

This is not very good.

A man poked his head from the door with sparkling eyes looking at his brother. There, Zavier was sitting casually in his great chair.

"What?" ketus Zavier, lazy to serve his sister.

Christian then opened Zavier's door with a single bang, making a loud thud between the wall and the door heard.

Brakes.

Zavier stared at his brother, while Christian just shrugged his shoulders.

"Sister." Christian's carefree voice rang out, along with a loud voice from the door that was firmly closed by him.

Gosh, it looks like Zavier's workspace is about to collapse in an instant.

God fucking.

"What do you want?" ask Zavier coldly.

"Look down, brother" said Christian, then threw himself on his brother's couch. Hey, soft sofa.

"Who told you to sit there?" Zavier glared at the really disrespectful Christian. What the fuck? Her favorite couch was occupied by her real fucking sister.

April 30th, 2020