Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 7

"Seeking another man? What do you mean is a big man trying to talk to her?"

"Are you quick to respond?" Praise Ryan. "The man you saw when Keith put his gun on was a cross-country smuggler, he pretended to be part of the Dark Devil until he put up the Dark Devil's distinctive flag, Keith's flag. That kind of thing makes Keith quite upset even though he did not deny the actual actions of the man added to Keith's reputation everywhere but still did not add to the contents of Keith's bank balance, did not he?" Ryan chuckled softly as he explained to Farah.

Suddenly from inside the club, there was a terrible scream that just stopped. Ryan casually said, "Keith hates the sound of yelling".

"What did they do to him?". Farah said with a trembling tone.

"He'll survive, they'll just scare him." Answer Ryan. "Tell me, who are you?

Who me? I often ask myself in front of the mirror.. Who me? Now when I see someone asking me that question, how can I answer that?

Farah muttered as she looked at Ryan. "I-I'm a nobody". Farah finally said.

"Hm.. Have you always been a nobody, or do you like being a nobody?". Ryan leaned against the car window.

Farah smiled faintly. "I mean, I'm not someone important".

"You don't have to tell me. As soon as I saw you, I knew you weren't just an insignificant person. Did your brother tell you to go outside? Did she ask you to wear kaim pads to make you look pregnant?".

With a face as red as boiled tomatoes, Farah looked down embarrassed. "That's not a good idea".

Ryan chuckles. "It's actually a good idea if you don't get caught by me. The fabric pads are less able to cooperate, huh?" Either indeed express sympathy or even mocked Farah.

Ryan looked at Farah for a moment. The two of them remained silent without a sound. Ryan stared at Farah's two spongy balls with the hemispheres printed. "Do you want to wear my jacket? You look cold".

At once Farah shook her head. "No, there's no need. Thanku".

Ryan looked at Farah and held her chin, then stroked her lower lip with a finger. "Are you sure? Said Ryan. "that you're not cold?"

Farah looked at Ryan with a lazy look and a little wondered what Ryan would do if the man knew that Zac was, Ben and Austin are spies on a mission, and what would Ryan do if the man found out that Farah had taken the picture secretly through a camera in Farah's necklace?

"I'm pretty sure I'm not cold". Farah.

Ryan went down Farah's smooth cheek. "Hm.. But I think you're very cold.."

Farah tried to stay away a little, just a little because the man did not give much distance between the bodies of the two. Ryan was so close to him that he could feel Ryan's breath on his cheek and the soft caress of Ryan's fingers.

"I-I'm not cold"

Slowly, Ryan pressed his lips against Farah's lips, touching her very gently like a man kissing his beloved. Then slowly, Ryan placed his thumb on Farah's lips and pressed her gently until Farah's lips opened slightly as Ryan kissed her again.

One finger Ryan played a strand of hair on the side of Farah's head and down her earline, then quickly Ryan's wide palm lifted Farah's hair from the back of her head. Ryan tilted Farah's head from one side to the other, dragging the woman's lips to hers.

Farah's blood felt like it was rustling violently. The feathers bristled. He did not know if there was this kind of intoxicating sensation that could be created between two human beings. This is a new world for Farah. Unknowingly Farah let out a voice she heard shamefully. Ryan stroked Farah's shoulder and quickly pulled the woman's waist closer to her body.

Farah began to stagger because of the strong sensation that Ryan had on her lips. Ryan's arms wrapped around him, Ryan's palms pressed against his back and Ryan's mouth kissed vigorously and urgently, Ryan then cupped the two Farah peachs and lifted them into the man's body. Farah was surprised not to play and immediately realized.

"God.. Please... No.." Farah was fumbling as Ryan's lips were still moving down her oral cavity.

"Hm?" Ryan replied in a soft voice. "Do you like it?".

Farah raised her hand to her swollen lips. All felt too much for his experienced body. "I'm not who you think I am".

Ryan was silent for quite a while while Farah hoped that the man would understand what he had just said despite being ambiguous. Ryan then reached out to remove the hair from Farah's forehead, cupping Farah's trembling hand with the man's hand trying to calm her down.

"You're really scared huh? Come here" Ryan held Farah tightly in a gentle embrace.

Suddenly from the back of the car, there were running footsteps, and Ben whispered, "Farah! Farah! Are you here?"

Farah and Ryan stared at each other in silence. Ben who did not get an answer, then ran towards the club like he wanted to go inside again. Seeing that, Farah panicked and was about to stand up when Ryan woke up and stopped him, covering his mouth just like that. "Srsttt! She's doing just fine. But if you run around and call her name, I can't guarantee that you or she will be okay"

Farah tried to release Ryan's defender while muttering something.

"If you promise not to scream, I'll let you go." Said Ryan. "Do you understand?".

Farah nodded her head strongly. Farah rushes out of the car but stumbles with her own skirt. If only Ryan who was behind him did not immediately hold Farah's body, can be sure Farah will fall back to hit the ground.

Ben turned his body when he heard something and his eyes widened when he saw Farah's tiny body bent being held tightly by Ryan from behind.

"Don't!"Ben yelled at Ryan. "You have to let go! For God's sake, he's too young. Oh gosh... Have pity on him" Ben said in a choked voice.

Farah glanced at Ben with her eyes closed. Oh my.. He helped me because I almost fell, Ben! Don't provoke it!"

And, of course, that sentence could only be Farah yelling inwardly.

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