The London One Night Stand

Chapter 2's

The next day Clara woke up, her sleep was disturbed because the morning sunlight peeking from the window slit illuminated her beautiful face.

Yeah, Boy purposely opened up a little bit of his curtain for the woman to wake up.

''Good, you finally woke up.'' said Boy who was neat and now standing in front of Clara.

Clara clucked in annoyance. Must be this shitty bodyguard doing something to him.

And sure enough, he felt his wrist ache and aching.

Boy tied it up strongly, plus a sleeping position that stretched out overnight without being able to move freely.

''Oh my God! What are you doing to me, Boy!'' cry Clara when she knows if both hands are tied.

''You should remember what happened last night. So I don't need to explain at length." Boy said flatly.

Slowly the woman tried to recall what happened. However, instead of remembering, his head even felt dizzy and a little heavy due to the influence of alcohol.

''Basic bodyguards don't know themselves, shit, brngsek, sucks!'' all the swear words came out of Clara's lips.

But unfortunately, Boy was only silent and not affected because he was used to hearing it. Every day is what Clara said. To the extent that requires Boy once a week to check the condition of his ears.

''When you're done, take a shower. I've prepared everything.'' Boy untied Clara's hand.

"Take me to your bathroom, quick!" whinek Clara who was already feeling sultry because the Ac in Boy's room died.

Boy approached Clara's face and whispered softly. ''You can't use a man's private bathroom!"

Clara's face suddenly red. But trying to hide it.

You cold man is insensitive! His entire body crumbled due to improper sleeping position and now had to walk to the bathroom by himself with both feet limp.

''You're not kidding, are you, Boy?!''

The one asked only shrugged his shoulders indifferently. While Clara looks furious holding back anger.

How could he have a bodyguard like Boy. Cold man without expression and irritable talk, plus the pretentious manage his life. If in this world there was no man left and there was only him, it might be better for Clara not to marry for life.

He doesn't want to die depressed because he lives with a man who rules a lot like Boy.

''Get out of the way, don't block my way with your tall yet impotent body!'' chirps Clara got out of bed.

Boy glared sharply at Clara's words that seemed to lower him. Impotent he said? Does he not know if every day must endure his desire desperately because of seeing his body shape.

Wearing sexy and tight clothes, especially her cleavage that is always open looks tempting for men. "There's no way I'm taking mine out and showing her!'' muttered Boy in the heart.

''The exit is there. Not there, Boy pointed at the exit, because Clara instead wanted to go into her bathroom.

''Yes, I know, take it!'' clara Mumbles. The woman continued to step even though she was a little shrewd and held her head since then.

Boy who could not wait to see him walking like a conch, immediately carrying Clara.

''Detach! I can walk by myself!'' Clara hits Boy's chest repeatedly, hoping that the man drops her off immediately.

Honestly, he hates Boy. Whatever Clara does always reaches Darren's ears. Where and with whom she went, her brother must have known.

''Then let you go wrong in the room again, did you?''

Clara nodded and wrapped her hands around Boy's neck.

The woman was always wrong to enter the room when she returned to the apartment drunk and made her next door neighbor disturbed.

Even worse, Clara once knocked wrongly on the door of the room of a couple who were on their honeymoon. To think that Clara is the affair of the married man.

So laughable.

''Lower now! I can shower myself.'' Clara ordered.

The byurr!

Sure enough, Boy lowered Clara into the bathtub filled with water that he had prepared before the woman woke up.

''What are you doing, fool! Look at my clothes getting all wet.'' Clara shrieked and stared intently at Boy.

''Of course I'm dropping you off. Didn't you ask for it?'' Boy raised an eyebrow while mocking Clara, making the woman growl and again cursing.

Boy shook his head slowly. Soon he got out of there before Clara grew angry.

''Arghh!'' Clara rubbed her face in frustration. ''I should be able to make Boy give up on me as my bodyguard. If it continues like this I can die young from stress.''

Until the ringing sound of the phone outside diverts everything.

''My phone is outside!'' Clara's not squeaky at all. ''I'm stuck here now.. Mommy, Daddy! Clara wants to go home!"

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To be continued....