Pursuing a 30 Day Widower

The Tarnished Elevator

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"Let'soo!!" his strangulation when his weak body was shadowed. But why didn't he fall? Is there a ghost holding him back?

He saw his hand held by someone, Zivana was like memorizing the perfume of that person. Like no stranger to her, it's like perfume scent___

"Om Dean," Zivana's parrot. After that Zivana's gaze darkened, her body falling to the floor.

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In the room that was shaded with ash, with the light of the lamp that Zivana tamed his eyes many times. His head felt dizzy, he could not remember what happened to him last night. This room is also very foreign Zivana, this is not her room.

"Sstt, so dizzy." He complained while trying to wake up. As Zivana remembers he went to the club with Raffy, then he went to the toilet and after that he doesn't remember anything anymore.

"Where's Raffy?" Zivana circulated her gaze, there was no one else but her there. The girl was looking for her phone, but nothing. Holy hooch! Are you left at the club?

"Yes God! How'this?"

"You looking for this, miss?" someone in a suit came in, he was carrying a sling bag that Zivana took to the club last night.

Zivana gaped to see who's coming, it's Arzan? Did what helped him last night really Dean?

"Sir Arzan?" Arzan put Zivana's bag on the table, he also came with a waiter carrying a tray of food.

"This is your bag, and that's your breakfast. At 10:00 there's a driver who'll take you home." Said Arzan without wanting to mince words, his work is a lot and unfortunately early in the morning he was given the task of taking care of this High School girl.

"Sir Arzan, the one who helped Ziva last night was Dean?" ask Zivana.

Arzan nodded. "Yes. Next time don't come to a place like that again, it's not a hangout for a boy like you." Arzan said as he sauntered away.

Zivana stared wryly at Arzan's departure, what did he say was a boy? Zivana pursed her lips, then checked the clock on her phone. It's already 09 in the morning, it's worth the stomach's been rumbling asking for food.

Look at her breakfast this morning, fruit and bread prayers. For him this is quite strange, because Zivana used to have breakfast with porridge or fried rice can even be other heavy foods. His tongue is very Indonesian.

Zivana began to eat his bread, then he tasted the fruit salad. Not too bad at breakfast, until unconsciously everything runs out unceremoniously.

"So, too," Zivana rubbed her belly which was filled with fruit and bread prayers this morning. She rushed to take a shower, before checking the closet. There's a lady dress in the closet, is it reserved specifically for her? or was it there from the beginning?

Zivana took the shirt, then went to the bathroom. After the ritual of her bath is finished, in advanced with make up. Not too thick because Zivana is not the type of girl who likes to make up striking, either by chance or what there is also a makeup tool.

As Arzan said, at 10 there was a driver who picked him up. Zivana was called by one of the servants there, carrying her sling bag and pink dress Zivana out of the hotel room. Sure enough there was a car and driver waiting for him, Zivana hurriedly entered the car because he was the center of attention.

How not to be the center of attention, the car that picked up Zivana was a luxury car. Added to that she came out of one of the VVIP hotel rooms, and the dress she was wearing was a famous designer dress that not everyone could have.

"Look at the rich? Ngeliatin until the next moment," Zivana grumbled in the car.

The driver who heard that only commented on his thin smile, his boss was a very rich man so for this it all felt normal to do. "Miss, your home address?" ask him politely.

Zivana told her home address, after which the car she was riding was traveling at medium speed. Along the way Zivana thought about what if her parents were already at home?

Inevitably the driver agreed to Zivana's request, driving her to Dean's office. After a few minutes they arrived, Zivana immediately got out of the car.

In the room Dean had just heard from the driver that he was driving the girl to the office, Dean hung up the phone and immediately asked Arzan to cancel his meeting. He himself will take the girl home, as Zivana needs a little lesson from her.

"Alright, let's play with me." A sneer whizzed across the man's face, he took his car keys and came out of his oversized room.

"Of Dean!" zivana exclaimed as she saw Dean in the hallway to the elevator, the man had just stepped out of the elevator. Zivana immediately ran up to him, Dean looks relaxed with one hand he put into his pants pocket.

"Om, where are you going? Ziva just went to the room. You want to get Ziva?" her cerocos while standing in the way of Dean. The girl seemed to blink her eyes, really very talented to be a teaser.

"Don't be too confident. Who are you to pick me up?" dean sounded so cynical.

"I? His future wife om," replied Zivana who again rolled one eye.

Dean looked flat at the girl before him, why was he so sure when he said that? Is he so sure Dean could be interested in him?

"You sure? Do you think I'd be interested in a high school boy like you?" Dean smiled obliquely looking at Zivana from top to toe. "Nothing interesting." He said so bad.

Zivana rounded her eyes, her body was quite full. Even from the rest of the friends, Zivana's body was the most contained. Many say her body is sexy, is Dean not interested?

"I am the most content of my other friends. Are you really not interested?" ask Zivana while bringing herself closer to Dean. Zivana pulls Dean's hand, curling it around the girl's waist. "Om sure?" continued.

Damnit damnit! Dean's trapped. Not wanting anyone to see her like this, Dean pulled the girl into the elevator. Dean pushes Zivana to the wall of the elevator, Dean's hand grips Zivana's waist. One more hand he put on the side of the girl's head, restraining Zivana's movements.

"Why silence? You scared?" dean whispered right in the girl's ear.

Zivana felt the heat from Dean's breath, the distance between the two was so close. What else Dean who was eroding the distance between the two, Zivana suddenly shortness of breath.

"So you were very brave to tease me. Let's do it again, here no one's gonna see it." Dean said as he gently stroked Zivana's cheek.

"Om___" Zivana swallowed her hard-earned saliva. "The lift is open." Further.

Dean looked back, and the elevator was about to open. Not yet had Dean shifted from his current position, the elevator first opened. Damn, there's Arzan standing out there.

"Master?" paro Arzan while looking at the cengo of the two.

Dean immediately distanced himself, the man tidied up his suit. While Zivana could only duck, her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

Arzan stared at the two of them in turn, has the elevator changed function?

"The lift is tainted" murmured Arzan, but Dean and Zivana could still hear.

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