Not Just an Obsession

Chapter 25: Alea Wants to Get Drunk

Fifteen minutes later.

Chequek. The bathroom door opened and Alea came out of the bathroom with a bathrobe and a towel rolling over her head.

Alea walks into the bedroom and searches for Bratt's whereabouts, apparently Bratt is standing on the balcony of the room while confirming cigarette smoking. Alea approached Bratt on the balcony.

"Sir." Call Alea.

Bratt threw out his cigarette and twisted his body.

Bratt and Alea's eyes were both rounded. Because when Bratt turned his body it turned out that Bratt did not bind his bathrobe so that the muscles of the body and the feathers that grew on Bratt's chest were clearly visible and it made Alea's soul jablay thrashing.

Same with Alea, Bratt's soul also thrashed when he saw the appearance of Alea's cleavage because currently the hemisphere of the bathrobe that Alea wears is not tightly closed.

Alea and Bratt both swallowed their hard-earned saliva.

"Ecchem.." Bratt cleared his throat then quickly passed from before Alea before his wriggling bastard soul made itself khilaf and directly pounced on Alea.

Bratt walked to the single sofa beside his bed and picked up his shirt which he had prepared for Alea's dressing.

"Wear this." Bratt said as he handed Alea a long-sleeved blue dongker shirt.

"I'll just wear this, sir." Reject Alea. He was embarrassed to say that he did not have a change of underwear, because his underwear was also wet.

"Just wear it, then I choose a dark color so as not to laugh." Bratt. He knew what Alea was thinking.

"The bathrobe must be damp, it's not good that you wear a damp bathrobe. Hurry up and wait for your clothes to dry." Bratt said again.

I don't want Alea to take that shirt out of Bratt's hand.

"I'll take a shower first." Bratt said after Alea took the shirt out of her hand and walked towards the bathroom.

"Alea, here's your clothes. Dry it downstairs!" Bratt said when he got to the bathroom.

"Yes sir, just put it in front of the door." Reply Alea.

Bratt put Alea's wet clothes on the bathroom door and closed the bathroom door. After hearing the bathroom door close, Alea quickly opened the bathrobe and put on the shirt Bratt gave her after walking towards the bathroom door and picking up her wet clothes.

With wet clothes that were not too wet because Alea had squeezed before, Alea came out from inside Bratt's room and went downstairs.

Fifteen minutes later, Bratt came out of the bathroom.

He walked into the dressing room and put on his clothes. Using only jogger pants and an oversize white t-shirt, Bratt came out of his room and went downstairs.

"Have you dried your clothes?" Bratt asked as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"It's Master." Answer Alea.

"I'll make ginger tea for you." Bratt.

"No need sir." Reject Alea.

"Why? Ginger tea will warm your body." Reply Bratt.

"Mmm.. Can I drink your alcohol, sir?" Alea asked doubtfully.

Actually, he had never felt how alcoholic drinks taste, only today he wanted to get drunk so he could forget the new events.

"Are you sure?" Ask Bratt.

Alea nodded her head.

"I'd really like to forget about this. That's why I need alcohol to forget all that." Reply Alea.

"Well if you force it. Wait here, I'll get you a drink with the lowest alcohol content." Reply Bratt. Bratt walks to his mini bar to grab an alcoholic drink for Alea and for himself.

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