The London One Night Stand

Chapter 34's

Boy came out of the bathroom wearing only a thin towel wrapped around his waist. This morning he was preparing to go out of town because there was a job that could not be left behind.

"Your clothes are ready on the bed." said Clara turned her face and was about to get out of there. However, Boy had already held his hand.

"I haven't let you go, help me put it on." Boy's remark made Clara turn a lazy eyeball. This is the fifth day the woman silenced Boy without asking him to talk at all. 

Boy should be happy, but he felt he did not accept being held like this by his wife. "You can't argue with your husband."

Clara breathed a rough sigh. Since when Boy considered himself a wife. Even these days the man still often met with Alice without her knowledge.

"Wear your own pants, I'll just put on a shirt and tie." Clara looked back.

"I've said you should put everything on without exception." pinta Boy with a little bit full of nutrition.

"You're crazy, I don't want to! Stop forcing me." Clara pushes both shoulders Boy, boy,

Brugh!

Boy manages to overpower Clara's body, and keeps the woman from wrinkling under her shackles. Their eyes met and stared at each other for a while.

Clara can feel the warm blowing Boy with the aroma of fresh mint, and vice versa.

"I want you" whispered Boy right in Clara's ear.

"Want what do you mean? I also have to go to work, so understand. Justin is also pastimphh-" Clara's sentence was cut off as Boy silenced his lips with a kiss, very soft and different from usual.

After a while their kiss comes off because Clara is trying to dodge. Not without reason, if he continues to allow Boy to do that it can be ascertained this morning they will continue on the bed.

"Why? You don't like that kiss? You avoid me too, it torments me. I miss the old Clara." said Boy honestly, because that's what kept sticking up in his heart.

"But it's a pity, the old Clara is dead. You always thought I was a bitch, matre and just liked rich guys, didn't you? Yeah, let's just say I'm still like that right now" Clara said with a sigh.

Boy was silent, he felt slapped with Clara's words. Even their relationship had made absolutely no progress over these past few months. "Then what do you want?"

"Maybe parting is better, without having to wait a year."

"Yes, I want to.." Boy pulled back Clara and silenced her lips, this time with no tenderness, rough and demanding.

Boy tore the dress worn by Clara until the woman was plain with nothing now. He began to take off his towel and force his way into the core of Clara's.

"Dumbass! Sick Boy, get that thing out!" clara shouted with a clear grain that began to drip.

"I don't like you saying another man's name in front of me!"

"He's not another man, he's your brother! You're a bitch, I really hate you!" lirih Clara was a little limp as Boy continued to stomp hers mercilessly down there.

"You're mine!" Boy pulled Clara and carried the innocent body into his arms.

"Then what about Alice, you see her a lot, right?"

Boy nodded, as he often met the woman. Alice asked him to accompany her father to the therapy. Paralysed by stroke.

"I don't have any relationship with him anymore, we're just friends. Trust me." Boy. Though at the moment Clara did not need that, she just wanted a warmth. Moreover, his mood was often suddenly up and down.

"Shh. Can you put that thing away." sizzled Clara. His assets hurt and hurt.

"I'm sorry."

"I'll give you a chance, prove that you can be the best husband for me" Clara said before heading to the bathroom to clean up.

Brakk!

Boy touched his chest, the man's heart skipped a beat hearing Clara's words. "Your husband..."

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