The Mystery of Lost Memory

Martin's Humiliation

Sierra doesn't know what's going on. Everything felt so fast, that all he could remember was his body that had been lying without a piece of cloth with Paul by his side. Was he harassed? He doesn't know. All he felt was that everything just happened, without ever being able to resist. It was as if he had entered into the magical hypnotism of a charming old man, named Paul Willis.

Sierra woke up, and when he checked his phone, the time was still showing at 4 a.m. There were five calls from Martin, but just to see Martin's name made Sierra ashamed. A hint of guilt appeared in his heart, along with a hint of regret. Regretting why he couldn't resist Paul's invitation to play sweaty together.

“Ray?” sierra muttered very slowly, as she saw that there was one incoming call from Ray.

Honestly, it's been a week, Ray no longer goes into the office. Martin never asked Ray. When Sierra tried to contact his partner, his number was always out of reach. So when he found out Ray had contacted him, Sierra hurriedly grabbed a nearby piece of cloth and got out of bed to call Ray back. The sooner the better, even though he knew it was still too early to contact someone.

“Ray?” call Sierra in a whisper, when the call is received.

“Si, where are you?” The first question that came up from Ray, after a week there was no news.

“I should ask, where are you?” Sierra rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“I'm at your place and no one,” I'm Ray. “I'm currently fine, Si. But I guess I'll have to get everything done,”

Sierra was about to open his mouth to answer, when he realized that there were two hands reaching his waist from behind. Sierra hastily turns off his phone, not wanting Paul to know if he's talking to Ray.

“Why closed?” paul asked, sniffing lustfully at Sierra's neck.

Sierra shakes. “Nothing, Sir,” Sierra twisted his body to face Paul.

“Master, can we go back now? I don't want to be late for work,” pinta Sierra. Although the two have made love, Sierra's attitude is still reluctant to Paul who has too strong charisma.

Paul seemed to smile a little. “How do you think?” ask him out of topic.

Sierra scrunched his forehead.

“Do you like my game, Si?” Paul pulled Sierra's waist to get more attached to it.

Sierra met red, not knowing what to answer. Seeing Sierra's reaction, making Paul's soul full of desire, awakened again. He without much thought, instantly lifted Sierra's body back into the bed. That hot game is back and inevitable again.

***

“Where were you yesterday? I've been looking for you everywhere!” The first reaction from Martin was when Sierra entered the office the next day. Because the trip was far enough, Sierra could do nothing but surrender that he could not enter the office on time.

“I have business, must immediately go home to the orphanage,” replied Sierra lied, and did not dare to look at Martin's face.

“Long,” Martin fast. “I've contacted the parlor, and you're not going back there,”

Sierra's face was pale, imagining what Martin's reaction was like when he found out Sierra was having a hot relationship with his father. But Sierra's face could be saved, when suddenly Ray came, with a strapping body and a hardened face. Sierra glared as wide as he could, unable to believe his gaze. Even other employees also did not stop full of enthusiastic files when they saw the arrival of Ray.

“What are you doing here? After casually not entering the office, do you think, you can just come here?” reprimanded Martin with a dismissive smile.

Ray's silent. His eyes were sharp and straight towards Martin, even as if reluctant to blink.

Martin blinked. Didn't expect Ray to attack her blatantly and fearlessly. Sierra began to panic, trying to secure the situation but was helpless because dozens of pairs of eyes had already heard Ray's deliberate loud screams.

Martin laughed cynically. “Combine? You think your wife just wants me to call it? That means she does prefer me over her poor husband,” Martin sneered lightly.

“Yes. She is a stupid woman,” timpal Ray does not waver. He threw a letter in front of Martin's face. “This is my resignation letter,” he said.

Martin laughed, still with his face full of contempt. “You admitted defeat?”

“Please enjoy my ex, Martin,” Ray stares at Martin sharply, unshakable in the least. “But remember, your company will fall without me,” threatened Ray in front of Martin's nose. He deliberately spoke softly for his last sentence, in order to have an intimidating effect on Martin.

Once satisfied, Ray loudly left. His pace was quick yet full of confidence despite the many pairs of eyes that endlessly sneered at him openly. Sierra was about to catch up, but seeing Martin's reddened face full of anger finally stopped Sierra's move. He chose to be with Martin, trying to calm the man down.

Meanwhile, Kamala stood anxiously outside the Fortuna Corp office building, and soon followed Ray's steps as the man had walked out with his feet firmly but a stiff face. Kamala repeatedly tried to glance at Ray, but the wide footsteps of Ray made her small body overwhelmed enough to compensate.

“Om, Om Ray!” call Kamala.

Ray ignored Kamala, who looked like an invisible ghost.

“Om, Om.. “

“Stop, Kamala," pinta Ray slowly, still while continuing to walk quickly further and further away from the Fortuna Corp building.

"Om Ray … "

"Stop!!" cut Ray, half yelling. He suddenly stopped. “Kamala, stop calling me ‘Om’ .. “ said Ray lowered his tone.

Kamala then shut up. He did not expect Ray's reaction to be that instant to her. From the day they first met, Ray always had bad luck. Beaten by papa Kamala's bodyguard, accused of being Kamala's lover, until now, this young woman also always tailed wherever Ray went.

Always come to Ray's house just to bring food or check on Ray. Waiting for hours in front of the door until Ray wants to open the door, and various other crazy things. But this time, Ray felt bad. He has crossed the maximum limit of his patience.

“Kamala, please,” Ray stopped saying. “Stop following me,”

Kamala's narrowed eyes blinked a few times. “Why?” exacting.

Ray took a deep breath. He had not expected, dealing with a young woman who was ten years away from him, turned out to be very tiring.

“Please, I don't want your papa beating me again,”

“That won't happen, Om,”

“Camala, STOP!” shouted Ray. “Enough .. Call me Ray. Okay?” Ray looked very desperate to face the young lady.