Sweet Scandals

Ch. 17

Irene took a thousand steps out of the room. And slammed the door tight.

Brakkkk

The door's thump shocked Axelle who was still lying on Irene's bed.

Axelle wakes up. Staring at the door with a nosy smile on his face. Then laugh off. Laughing at Irene's panic was incredible.

Yesterday Axelle accompanied Irene. But he couldn't close his eyes one bit. Last night he sat leaning on the head of the bed looking at Irene who was fast asleep beside him.

The next morning, when he saw Irene begin to wake up, he hurriedly lay down and hid under the covers. When Irene pulled over the blanket, Irene was hysterical. Makes him happy because he managed to prank the girl.

While Irene herself, now rushed into the kitchen. Open the refrigerator to take cold water. On the refrigerator door, stick a paper that reads the rules they must obey as host and guest of the house. He looked at the paper sheet.

"I should have added my points as well." Angry Sung. Then sip the cold water until the packaging runs out.

This half but his heart was hot. Axelle's work on it really makes it sultry even furious.

"How could he not have such manners. How dare he sleep in his living room. You shitty pervert." Irene's grumbling was incredible.

Shown how Axelle lay beside him, making Irene horrified, screeching, it felt like he wanted to strangle the man's neck to the point of being unable to breathe.

"Oh, my gosh." Irene slumped with her mouth open. Then lowered his gaze, looking at every part of his body. Dirty thoughts began to cross his mind.

What if that perverted guy touched her last night? What if that perverted guy ...

"Yahoo ... Basic arbor ..." Irene's strangled half to death. Striking his feet on the floor.

"Make me breakfast." The whisper in her ear made Irene turn her face away quickly. Until accidentally his face came into contact with Axelle's face. Even the noses of the two stuck together.

Irene held her breath. Grazed repeatedly. Then he turned his face back quickly.

The Dug Dug Dug

Irene held onto her chest while taking a deep breath. Trying to reset his heartbeat that was getting faster. Even his heart was pounding strangely.

What was that? Irene re-imagined the events a few seconds ago. He almost kissed Axelle. And Axelle looks relaxed.

Jeez ...

Irene covered her own face with both hands. Just a day after he stayed in this house, strange things had happened. Then how's next? What if this long-running show ends? What strange happenings will happen in this house?

Oh my God ...

Inner Irene screamed. I don't think he could stay with Axelle in that house. Just a day ago, the man had already dared to sleep in his room. How about tomorrow-tomorrow? Maybe that perverted guy would ...

Oh my god!

He couldn't even imagine it. How can Axelle just look relaxed in the face of this situation.

"You heard no? Make me breakfast." Tell Axelle once again. Then walk to the dining table. Pull a chair and sit there.

Irene has not responded to Axelle's words. He looked angry and angry at the man.

"I'm hungry. Come on, make me breakfast." Tell Axelle once again.

Irene finally complied. Then I went into the kitchen with a sullen face. Holding a million pisses in the chest.

"What a good one? Otherwise, I won't be accompanying you to sleep tonight." Tempting Axelle while smiling herself looked at Irene who was starting to busy preparing ingredients to make fried rice. Axelle's getting nosy. But all night he did not sleep. Last night he looked at the girl without getting bored.

Irene was even more upset and furious at hearing that sentence. Really, it felt like he wanted to strangle Axelle. Until his eyeballs jumped out of place.

"What's it like to be so comfortable sleeping while hugging me?" Tempt Axelle again with a smile.

This time Irene tried to listen. Trying not to make up his words. Although the annoyance in the chest is mounting. If he does, Axelle will become.

It didn't take long, breakfast was ready. Irene hurriedly took him and put him in front of Axelle. With a glass of warm milk.

Boni said Axelle was not picky about food. Provided delicious. Except for healthy diet. Of course, his tongue refused.

After finishing making Axelle breakfast, he then returned to the room. His tummy that was rumbling he did not care anymore. It's just that he's sultry if he has to linger near the man.

Axelle looked at Irene's back that was getting away until it was lost behind the door of her room that closed. Then lowered his gaze, looking at the simple breakfast menu Irene made.

From the smell alone, very appetizing. Slowly Axelle started scooping her food. Fill his mouth with rice. In that instant, he was silent. Then smile thinly.

"Nake too." Mumbled wailing.

"Just Clarissa ..." Axelle didn't finish the sentence. His face was grim for a moment. Which originally looked radiant, now moping durja.

For three years he was in a relationship with Clarissa, never once did Clarissa give him attention to small things other than bed. The expertise of the woman, in addition to walking on the catwalk, stylish in front of the camera, is to give her the best service in bed.

Though, all this time, he really hoped, Clarissa will give him more attention. Even for the smallest things. He really hoped that the woman was sensitive. And be the lover who was always there for her.

Axelle took a deep breath. While carving his bitter smile. Then back to feed his mouth with fried rice made by Irene. Which made him unable to stop smiling.

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Irene came out of her room in a neat state. Beautiful natural with a makeshift look. Fits his bag.

In the living room of the house, Axelle was sitting while reading the script of his latest film.

Slowly, Irene approached him. To ask for his permission to leave the house today.

"Sorry, Mr ..." Irene hesitated. Either he should call Axelle by what other than the Perverted Man.

"My husband." Axelle suddenly said. Makes Irene pull the corners of her lips.

"His husband? Just yummy. We're just pretending. Not a real husband and wife.

"Call me my husband. Or you can call me my darling, if you want." Axelle started again to tease Irene.

"Jnn ... Amit-amit. Iiii ... Fucking."

"Yes if you don't want to. Then call me Mr. Axe."

"That's still better than Peyang."

"What's? Whoopee?" Axelle got up from her seat. Throwing the script to the couch. Then Irene approached slowly.

Irene nervous. Then he turned his face in any direction. In order to avoid Axelle's sharp gaze that feels like beating the heart.

"Where are you going in that outfit?" Ask Axelle.

"I want permission to go to the parlor for a second. I miss the kids."

"You're in this house again."

"alright. Thanks." Thanks."

"At least, before leaving, breakfast first."

"Later in the home. I haven't la_" Irene's sentence was interrupted. Because Axelle pressed down on Irene's cheek with her index finger. Until his face turned away automatically. And the look in his eyes saw a plate of fresh bread that had been smeared with jam and a glass of milk.

"Tap_" Irene refused. But the sentence was again interrupted. Because Axelle has left him.

Crew Cruuuk

The sound of Irene's stomach rumbling that could not be compromised anymore. Finally, inevitably, he took his footsteps towards the dining table. Then take a seat in front of the breakfast that has been served for him.

Unknowingly, a thin smile just spread on Irene's face. Unexpectedly, it turned out that perverted man was of little concern. Although it sucks, at least he's still a little human. By not letting their guests starve.

Without lingering any longer, Irene began to eat her breakfast. Smilingly.

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Irene was standing in front of the fence, about to order an ojek from the app. Suddenly an online taxi stopped right in front of him.

"Irene huh?" Ask the taxi driver as soon as the car windshield is lowered.

Irene frowned in surprise, "Yes. What's up, huh?"

"Come, let's go up Neng. The goal is to Orphanage Love Mother right?"

"Yes. Do you know where it came from? I didn't even order Dad's cab."

"Someone has ordered Neng. In the name of Axelle. The famous artist, right? Isn't Neng his wife?"

"Bu_" Irene was about to argue. But remember the drama they did.

"Yes, Sir. I'm his wife."

"Come on Neng. Hurry up for that."

Irene rushed to the taxi.

Again, he was made to not believe the small attention given by Axelle. To be honest, it's uncomfortable. But for some reason, his little heart could not resist. And just feel happy.

TB