The Love of Kalila

Entrapment

Hearing the commotion from the parking lot, Marcel came over with the woman he had been squeezing. How embarrassed Lila was, seeing Marcel's face at that time.

"Why Le?" ask Marcel who is confused.

"This moron scuffed my Porsche, Cel. Looky!" point it at the former vicious claw of Lila's motorcycle om. "He's just sorry, sorry, doang. Sorry to lose this? Ha?" keep Lea snapping at Lila.

"Lo know who he is, right, Le?" marcel asked back to make sure to Lea about Lila's identity.

"I don't know, just his face is not unfamiliar anyway," Lea replied weakening his tone and began to interrogate every corner of Lila's body.

"Let's talk in my office," he asked Lea who was still stripping Lila with a sharp look in her investigative eye. "Si, it seems like not today first yes, you just go home, because the condition is also like this. It's okay, right?" marcel asked the woman who had been following him. The woman nodded, and left.

Then, the two were taken to Marcel's private office on the 19th floor through a corridor road where he had made out with the woman.

Arriving on the 19th floor, they entered a single suite room that contained a complete apartment. Sitting next to each other, Marcel acted like a judge in front of the two women.

"How much does it cost to replace, Le?" marcel asked, starting a conversation. Hearing the question about the cost, made Lila's heart return huffed. His hands were trembling, signifying an overwhelming fear.

"Lu will have a luxury car too, know how much the repair costs."

"Yes, expensive anyway, at least, 30 not where, yes," continued Marcel who understood. "Lila herself, if the cost of compensation is 30 million, can it?" lila's turn was asked.

Lila shook her head slowly. Lips clenched. Noiseless, and unable to move. Only his eyes were able to speak. Marcel who saw the look in the eye was also confused.

"If you can't pay, don't scratch. Do not install the look of bego so anyway lo," aspir Lea continuously raining Lila.

"Le, stop, I'm gonna have a chat with Lila. But this news do not come out first. Including to Nana. You have to be secret!" Leah followed Marcel's words to get out of the room and tell them both. And for some reason, after being alone in the room with Marcel, the sound of his crying began to sound.

"I'm scared. I was afraid of Nana, afraid of Om Jo, afraid of mama," he cried in front of Marcel who was by then at his side. Replacing the sitting position that Lea had left.

"Then how? The cost of repairing a luxury car he is indeed expensive, it could be more."

"Help me, brother," asked Lila with a pity, looking at Marcel's face with his teary eyes.

"Don't look at me like that!" soft words Marcel.

Marcel's heart moved. The woman in front of him was beautiful. Especially if crying like that, looks helpless and increasingly raises his desire as a man. "You know who you're asking for help? Your cousin must have told you a lot about me, right?" marcel's seductress is in the wind.

Once again Lila just nodded. "Lantas, are you asking me for help?" Lila still nodded. "What you hear from your cousin and his friends is true. Still want to ask for my help?"

"I don't even believe in their words, I'm sure Marcel's a good man who would help me like this" Lila replied with a sniffle and her voice gasped at the sobbing she let out earlier.

Realizing that her kiss was not rejected by Lila, Marcel felt the upper hand. "I'll pay for the compensation. But, there's a condition."

"Hm?" ask Lila in astonishment.

"You should be there when I need you. Whatever that need is. Including, bed."

Shocked dong. Lila almost jumped out of her seat at Marcel's request. "Crazy! You're crazy, aren't you?"

"Come on, you yourself are from the Metropolitan city there. Don't pretend, Lila!" call Marcel again.

"You're thinking of me as a girl you were holding, huh?" lila's anger.

"If you're willing, I promise I won't hold any other girl but you" Marcel teased with a strange smile. "You're in a position you can't choose, Lil. I know who Lea is, she'll never let you go."

Lila still clung to her instincts. And trying to convince myself, that Marcel is not this kind of man. "I know you're good, help me, brother," again.

"You're so naive. There are no good people in the world. I only know people who are trying to live, or intend to die. The rest I don't know, is it good and bad." While Lila was still confused by her reply, "So, how is Lila?"

Lila's still silencing. On the one hand he needed money to pay Lea's compensation. On the other hand, he was unwilling to give himself to the man on the basis of sheer lust.

While thinking about his life choices, Marcel's mischievous hands began a physical battle on Lila's heavily shuddered body. It spread throughout his body and reached a sacred place between the two thighs he squeezed.

"You don't go too far, brother!" threaten Lila's.

"Why go too far?" seductive Marcel who continues his activities in raining kisses on Lila. "Come on, the women in the capital are all the same. You pretended to be naive to attract the attention of people like me."

Lila showed no interest, instead she felt an overwhelming fear. It was her first time, but Marcel insisted on his opinion, that Lila was the same as the woman who always accompanied her night just for money. Although actually not wrong, Lila did need Marcel money at that time.

Marcel couldn't stand Lila's statue-like behavior. Let alone his body, his voice was deliberately resistant, a sign he did not want to be touched Marcel. Roughly Marcel carried Lila's body and dropped her into a gray bed that he 'probably' often used to have sex with other women.

"You've interrupted my time with Sissy, now you have to bear the risk."

Lila had not responded to Marcel's statement, but her body had been stripped and removed all the helpless women's clothes easily. How amazed Marcel saw a beautiful sculptural form under his body. Plus a scared expression and Lila's cry that made her lust even more shaken to hit that beautiful body. As a result, Marcel also roughly entered Lila. Making the woman feel an excruciating pain was immeasurable.

Marcel took Lila's body happily. It was as if he felt victory over his every wish that never once denied him. "I'm sorry for this asshole, dear Kalila!" His whisper in Lila's body then turned the girl's back to him and stabbed her back from behind. "Who told you to come in front of me. I'll be interested in you" he continued in a seductive tone.

While Lila could only cry and continue to cry. Regretting his actions, and the unlucky fate since he met the bidadara he believed in both of them changed into the figure of Marcel who was a real jerk.