The London One Night Stand

Chapter 1

Berlin, 00.00~

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''We're going home now!'' said a man who was none other than Boy.

Boy was trying to get Clara away from the place that made her sick. Because since then many eyes jallang staring wildly at him.

''Don't want! I still want a drink. You go! Don't bother me!'' clara shouted, making the eyes of the visitors turned towards them for a moment.

Yes, Clara was at a pretty famous nightclub in Berlin. Somehow and with whom the woman got there.

Boy did not have time to accompany the woman this morning because there was someone he had to meet. Then tell Mark to follow Clara.

But it seems, Clara managed to trick Mark and run away.

''Boy, can you stop following me?!'' clara shouted as she pushed the chest of Boy's field away, then she quickly stepped out of it.

However, all his efforts were in vain because Boy managed to drag the half-drunk woman, and took her into the car.

''Release! I still want to be there with my friends!''

''Which friend do you mean, hum?'' ask Boy in a slightly snapping tone. Because there was no one beside Clara at the moment.

''When I came here, there was no one near you, Boy said with a flat face.

Clara was silent without answering Boy's sentence. The woman held her head which felt heavy and dizzy.

''They are just using you. Why don't you understand too. Stupid, Fool!" muttered Boy.

It was true, all this time no one had sincerely befriended him. They know who Clara is. One of Alfred's descendants, an elderly man who has a fantastic wealth throughout Germany.

His grandfather, Jhon Alfred, was a well-known and influential businessman. The coal mining business in his village is growing quite rapidly.

So, it's a pity not to use a Clara Alfred right?

''If it wasn't for Miss Jean asking that I continue to follow wherever this annoying woman goes, I'd rather be in the apartment and sleep.'' gerutu Boy drives a car to the apartment where Clara lives.

Clara refuses to stay with her grandfather, who keeps her from getting married. Rather than indulge in her grandfather's wishes, Clara prefers to rent an apartment.

For twenty-four hours, Boy was required to keep an eye on Clara. Even when he was in the toilet, the man faithfully waited for him until he got out of there.

Not without reason, Clara could always escape and disappear without a trace.

Some of Darren's men tasked with keeping the woman surrendered and retreated. They were willing to be fired without a penny rather than survive to be a bodyguard of a Clara Alfred.

In the car, a drunken Clara can still rebel.

"Boy, release! I still want to have fun" Clara whined like a child, but the man ignored her and focused more on driving the car.

Plaque!

Boy grimaced in pain as a hand landed on his nose. Although actually, Clara's punch wasn't that painful. "Miss, what are you-"

"Wlee... Feel it! Look at your nose getting red, funny..." Clara laughed with satisfaction and stuck out her tongue while rubbing Boy.

Oh God! It feels like Boy wants to drown himself in the ocean right now. At the moment, he doesn't want to joke at all. Enough already!

Clara gave a whimper, but could do nothing and could only resign.

Satisfied? Boy was very satisfied. The woman who always made him bother could not wrinkle at all.

If Clara is conscious, she might be able to bite and grab her hair like she did a few days ago. When the woman tries to run away only to meet her obscure lover.

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After traveling for an hour, Boy finally arrived at Clara's apartment.

The man was forced to carry Clara, who was fast asleep.

"Ck! Troublesome!''

Boy's steps stopped while in front of Clara's room door. "If I leave her there tonight, she must have run away again tomorrow morning, Boy murmured framing Clara's deeply asleep face.

No doubt, Clara does have a beautiful face and perfect body shape. There is not even a man who does not pursue himself. However, Boy was not interested in Clara at all. Because he knew that the woman was a playgirl, of course, many men had tasted her body.

Boy just focus and be professional on his work. Without trying to lure this really annoying woman.

Boy carried Clara in and laid her body on the bed. He took off the cloth that had been stuffing his mouth. Not with the woman's hand.

Drt! Drt!

The sound of mobile phone vibration that was in the pocket of Boy's pants, making him immediately reach for the flat object.

"Have you arrived?" asking someone over there sounded very worried.

"Yes, does anything matter?" Boy asked again because he doesn't usually call him in the middle of the night.

"No! Then good night."

Boy gave a rough sigh, he kept the phone in a drawer and then went to the bathroom to clean himself.

Bringing Clara home to the apartment was like taming a wild bull. Sweating and exhausting.

Maybe he had to soak in warm water in order to neutralize his blood pressure that was getting higher lately because of the woman.

"Until when should I bond with him. If he can't change at all, I'd better resign and cancel the deal with that old fucker!"

Boy went into the bathtub and buried his head there.

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Matteo Boy

Clara Alfred's