Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 66

The women who were at the party looked foreign to Farah. Most of them, like men, are bare-chested. The women's bodies were shrill, with sweaty skin, and their skirts lifted, as they danced to the accompaniment of music. There were not enough clothes covering their bodies to make Farah blush just by looking at her, but Farah found joy from the warmth, the sea water and the naked body, it was as if they were excited children who took off their clothes to enjoy the summer.

Farah stood with Keith under a row of palm trees. Farah only vaguely realized that Keith was giving her time to adjust to the unusual sight before her. But Farah was unable to do so. His love for Ryan has been the purest and greatest encouragement of his life. The sensation, if it comes directly from Ryan, feels like a storm into his consciousness; but the pain caused by that love comes one by one and never stops.

Farah tries to imagine the figure of a woman who has the same blood as Ryan, a younger sister, but she can't. Farah tried to remember Andreas' face, she couldn't do it either. To her, they were all like images of clouds, objects that were very far away; but Farah knew, in the past there was a girl who had tanned hair and brown eyes that was killed and deserved pity by her.

Keith's warning was delivered so seriously that it was almost impossible for Keith to lie. And Farah had known ever since Gege took her to the Dark Devil headquarters that Ryan's hatred of Andreas was more than words could express. The openness, which she felt for Ryan and the sadness the man experienced, was so deep and made her feel fear.

When he saw the twinkling stars alternately in the night sky that looked purplish in color, Farah unconsciously began to recognize her friends.

Farah could hear Will before she saw him. Will was sitting on a mat with his forehead pressed against Linda's forehead. Farah saw Ryan on a thick grassy hill, leaning his perfect body like a god beside the logs. The crystal glass from Keith's best collection, half filled with wine, was placed on the ground near Ryan's hip. With a casual smile, Ryan spoke to two strangers.

A man, who was lying comfortably on a large rock, with lips turned a satisfied smile. His tall hat looked slanted, and the man removed his belt so as not to hold his distended belly. Another man looked pale from fear of the mobsters around him; his face looked like he wanted to be anywhere in the world as long as it wasn't here, while sitting tensely on a rock, occasionally trailing her skinny hand to her hair nervously.

On a higher hill, there was a giant tree with twigs sticking out like ropes from its wide branches. A young man was below him, half-turned from Farah, but Farah could instantly recognize the long braids of hair and the gleam of gold earrings in the ears. A young woman was riding on the thigh of the young man, who was thrust into a tree behind the woman, with her eyes closed and brown hair down to her bare shoulders, the woman moved above the young man's hip, while the young man's hand wily squeezed*********, and the woman tilted her head to let the young man kiss his neck.

Some of the men there began to notice Farah's presence. Dennis looked at Farah and followed the direction of his gaze. While cursing softly, Dennis approached Gege, and as Farah continued to observe, Dennis patted Gege on the shoulder and whispered something. Gege turned around. Gege looked at Farah's surprised gaze, before turning his gaze to Keith, and Gege's facial expression showed great anger.

At once the others began to turn around, to greet Keith with a typical mafia greeting and lift the bottle, while the greeting to Farah was done more politely. Not many of them had seen Farah since she fell ill, and she was quickly surrounded by people who teased, greeted, and praised her. Farah responds automatically, trying to find comfort in the attention she knows will not encourage them to protect her from Keith or from Ryan.

"Ah, Ryan, Ryan," said the man. "You never go without facilities. For God's sake, she's a really attractive woman! No wonder you missed the previous meeting. You can't stand leaving him. can you?." At the Dark Devil headquarters, being Ryan's lover has raised Farah's status.

But it's another case with the man who comes from the same class as Ryan. Obviously, this is the reason why Ryan banned him from coming here. He should have known that his association, even if not voluntarily, with the Dark Devil, would have ruined Farah's good name, but until recently, it was, he never thought at all how low people thought of him or how much shame he experienced. Of course, it would be foolish if he denied his relationship with Ryan. The only possible danger is if these people know his true background.

Farah sees Gege emerging from the shadows, to join Dennis and Sanders, who are playing dice not far from where he is. Gege, with a clean and pale face exposed to the light of the campfire, sat on his knees beside Dennis, spoke in a very soft voice, and began to play dice with the others. Gege's eyes never turned toward Farah, who was sitting in Ryan's arms, feeling cupped and humiliated, while mostly tied to Ryan..

Maurer swallowed his wine. "And it's time! We intend to teach the rebels that fighting will only bring harm to them. I've prepared an army ready to launch an attack".

Another man who had not taken part in the conversation, suddenly leaned forward and said to Ryan. "If only you'd like to come back with us to New York. I know you don't want to get involved, but if you can just be there and organize a spy like Zayn wants you to. Ryan, only your opinion is heard by Zyan."

"That's not enough" Ryan said, casually pressing his wine glass against Farah's trembling and shivering lips. Ryan waited until Farah swallowed the blood-red liquid, looked closely at Farah, before turning to Maurer again and saying, "Now Zayn can ask Alex for his opinion, Together they can arrange for the delivery of spies to a key part of the government, until someone can work out a deal."

"Son, you don't know the situation in our country" Maurer said.

Farah's mind almost exploded. It's like the scene from a heroic story she'd heard as a child: Farah Fransiska Baldwin Hears The Most Dangerous Plan To Attack Her Country!

Farah's imagination is far off, if she thinks she can face all the obstacles, she said, inserting a message into a bottle that will float into the sea and miraculously get to Zac's hands or he manages to escape Keith's private island at midnight, by pedaling Ryan's canoe. The anger that Farah felt when she heard the people's plan could encourage her to act recklessly, if only life had not taught him so hard that it was impossible for one to escape from a group of cruel and experienced men, if that person was still twenty-two years old, he said, not having the ability to survive, not having a dime of money, and being on the high seas. Ryan was willing to let go. Can Ryan keep releasing it, after he learns of their plan to infiltrate spies in the core of his country?

A soft hand lifted Farah's chin. Once again Farah's eyes met with Ryan's gaze. Their faces were only a few inches apart; ryan's head was tilted to one side so that even a slight movement from one of them would definitely make their lips touch. Stupidly, Farah felt the need for Ryan's kiss rising from within her, as if her feminine petals were thirsty for the sunshine from Ryan. Gege said it blakan.

If you love a man, as Gege says, you'll want him inside you, Farah.

Of course Farah immediately denied it fiercely, but then, in her bedroom staring blankly at the window, Farah had to admit what Gege said was very appropriate. When she saw Ryan's wiggle around the glass, Ryan's thumb unconsciously stroking the smooth surface of the glass, Farah imagined the soft caress on her sensitive neck skin. While observing Ryan's sensual lip curvature, Farah felt a strong urge to bury her hand into Ryan's tanned hair and pull the man's head slowly onto her two balls to lie under Ryan, until Ryan's lips and tongue made his face red and his body squirm wildly.

Farah found passion to be a strange impulse; interesting, often appearing at inappropriate times, and completely uncontrollable by common sense. And although he was calm with Ryan's support, it was clear that Ryan had an important position in his country's military. Farah still doesn't know what exactly Ryan's position is. The spy, the sender of the report, or the adviser of the man who hates his country so much, the man named Zayn, the man has a high position and great power. How could Ryan possibly let go after all the things he had heard?

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