Paid Boyfriend Brother Ketos

2. Girl Waiting for the Door of Simatupang House

Fionns

At once the sexy Cheri darted along the Casa de Haas driveway and turned right to enter the streets. Approaching the entrance gate to the gated community where I live, I called Aldi, one of my best friends at school. The sound of the call being plugged out of the car speaker and filled my hypercar cabin was.

"Oi." I heard the answer from across there. "What's up?"

"Yo, Di. Where the hell are you?" I asked while controlling the steering wheel more carefully. Now I'm on the highway. It does not allow the feeling to be bolted when the traffic conditions are crowded like this.

"Gue's? I'm home again. Why emang?" He told. A confused tone was in his voice.

Aldi is confused. I know he's at his house because I delivered that jackxss home. "Good, good. I'm on the way to your house, nih!" I kept the car down because the traffic light up ahead just turned red.

A moment passed in silence before he hummed. "Ooooh, trouble in paradise, huh?" Aldi scoffs. Among the many that I consider a friend, he is the only one I let to know how my house is. If not, where else would I run, try?

"Paradise, my xss. There's no such place like a fxcking paradise," I wrote with clenched jaws. And I'm not from the curse either. I am sure that there is no heaven on this earth. I'm not even sure that heaven really exists. Who knew he was only made to be a fairy tale material for small children, right?

Who knowsu.

Who knowsu.

The Dipshxt laughed.

Really a dipshxt my friend this one.

"Chill out, ma men. Chill. Who, after all, has pissed on your Cheerios? Huh uh?" god again.

Right now I am really tempted to throw my bokap curse to Aldi. However, if I do that, it means I'm just as uncreative as them, dong.

So, with a mission to be more than them, so that I am not equated with them because I do not want to, I just give another word for him. "That'schloch!"

This time his brother heard loud through the speaker. He was so happy to call me xshole.

Basic Dipshxt.

"OK, okay, okay. I'm at home. You know that. Go straight in if you arrive. I play again, right. Pewe. Lazy to the outside."

"Copy that's. Bye." Without further ado, I turned off our phone.

I know Aldi and I fit in because we're both dipshxt.

****

"Hi, Fionn."

The curves and the yellow blonde hair of the salon's corn were familiar to my hands.

The girl started walking around with her front foot, a trick I noticed was often done by women to improve the shape of their buttocks. The move is dragged slowly in the hope that the opposite sex sees it as sexy and seductive.

Why, after all, are girls of this type too predictable? Why do they always use the same style and expect to be labeled anti-mainstream?

Phew. One more thing that I feel is very, very, very boring.

However, I mustn't let the chick in front of me know what's really inside my head. If not, you can take care of his business.

The girl is in front of me, her body attached to my front. The smell of perfume that stings immediately suppresses the sense of smell. I'm sure I'd be nauseous if I wasn't good at taking a breath through my mouth.

The tip of the nail that became the object and source of livelihood of the nail art workers was scratching my pectoralis major muscle from the top of the Henley T-shirt that I wear. The touch made my muscles contract.

It's just my body's reaction to the touch. It's not that I like what he does.

Hush, hush hush! Once again I say, the girl who is now clinging to me like this lizard doesn't need to know my true opinion.

"You miss me, huh?" whisper him near my ears. He purposely made his lips touch my orange leaf when he spoke.

Come oooon's. She couldn't be more obvious than this.

I immediately put on the smile I was most proud of and nodded. "Hu-uh," I murmured as best as I could with a nose that was still working hard to block the air that brought the smell in.

"Well, is it the same with me? We just met at school. Or maybe you ...." He deliberately did not finish his sentence and replaced the missing part of the sentence with a naughty ridge on the lips that had already gotten the filler.

Fxck. I really hate the typical cheap girl like this. Predictable. Easy way to get it. If you have a treasure and a throne, you can get him with just one lyric.

However, there is a reality that cannot be denied. If there were no girls like him in this world, then guys bersengsxk like me would be confused. How not? Who else will meet our needs without being fought for first? How do we find food for our ego if those who like to "gift" disappear from the face of the earth?

So I had to follow his game. "Yeah." I leaned forward, positioned my lips near her ears, and whispered back, "Don't-don't I ...."

Less is more I do what he does.

The girl, according to my calculations, giggled flirtatiously and hit me in the chest with no less odd. He closed his lips which were letting out a laugh with his palm. Then he hit me in the chest again. "Ah, you can do this. Iiii."

Yeah. Dissent. I intercepted the hand before it once again abused my body. The movement I did was still with flirting editions full of pretense. "Where if this hand stops hitting me so that he can be used for things that can be enjoyed more, hm?"

His eyes instantly grew. I was amazed by the effort spent by this girl to look cute at the same time hot, sexy and at the same time impressed innocent. But in the end it remains free. We all know that this girl has no innocent bone in her entire body.

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