The Perpetual Old Virgin And Bad Boy

chapter 39

The streets of Los Angeles this afternoon were crowded, with four-wheeled motorists returning to their homes after a day of activity.

So did Rose, who joined the streets of Los Angeles.

By driving a luxury sports car in red, with the roof of the car left open, until the afternoon sunlight hit his face and the afternoon breeze caressed his beautiful face reddish due to the exposure of the afternoon sun.

Rose let her reddish-brown hair unravel beautifully, with a lady-only work coat that wraps around her tall body all day, she let go and left a sleeveless black blues on her body.

Which is in stark contrast to her white skin, and the blues also showed the beautiful body of Rose who was so well maintained.

Sunglasses are perched on his pointed nose with bluetooth headsets attached to both ears.

Occasionally the 26-year-old woman, humming to the rhythm of the song she heard through a white headset attached to the ear.

Occasionally Rose closed her eyes and published a faint smile, enjoying the afternoon breeze, feeling so pleasant.

He even waved his left hand out of the car door, following a gust of wind with a sweet smile.

Sometimes his head swayed as the rhythm of the music he heard provoked his body to sway.

"Ckitten"

Rose pressed the brake pedal while at the red light, and Rose's luxury car was in the middle of the other riders.

All four-wheeled and two-wheeled riders focused their attention on Rose's car to the owner, who looked like a real Barbie doll.

A couple of young men were riding motorcycles and black sports cars, teasing Rose.

They whistled and looked at Rose's appearance with an adoring and longing gaze.

Seen on the left and right of Rose is a luxury sports car, which never turns its face away from the figure of a beautiful woman beside them.

While Rose ignored their adoring gazes by continuing to listen to music.

With an indifferent attitude Rose continued to focus her attention towards the front.

Not even his desire to turn his face aside.

"Hey, sexy!" Excited the man in the car to Rose's right.

"What's your name, miss?" Ask in a friendly tone, don't forget her perverted face while staring at Rose's beautiful body.

Unknowingly the burly man with a bushy sideburn on his face, whistled long and glanced towards Rose's precious asset.

"A very, sexy and, challenging woman" she told her friend who was at the side.

"Look, her face is so, so beautiful" said the man wearing a black sports car to Rose's left.

"Looks, she's no ordinary woman, bro," said her friend by judging Rose's classy appearance.

"Yep. You're right, he looks classy, "the man behind the wheel agrees with his friend.

"Really, the dream woman. Had she been my lover, I would have kept her very tight, or even locked her in my room." The man chuckled.

His eyes were still staring at Rose full of admiration and a twinkle of hope.

There was another sound, a whistle from Rose's right, which was so complimentary of Rose's natural beauty.

"Miss! Can I meet you, with you?" He asked, but there was no word from Rose, Let alone the word, the glance from Rose he did not get.

His friend who was beside the wheel chuckled, when his friend was ignored, who was a famous playboy.

"He, not your opponent, bro!" Bite one of them.

"She's not a cheap woman, dude. She looks classy and has a career" another timbal said.

"Yep, you're right!"

"\*\*\*\* quiet. I don't care, I have to get a beautiful woman, this," he said with a sneaky grin.

"Miss! May we join you?" The man still insisted on trying to seduce Rose.

Again, the three friends laughed because they did not get the slightest response.

"Here you go, bro, just give up" chirped one of them.

The man feels challenged to get Rose, he feels his pride as a humiliated and downtrodden playboy.

From the back, a man clasping firmly on the handlebar of his motorbike with a red face and eyes glistening furiously.

The man, wearing a black leather jacket, tightened his facial line with fine feathers, with teeth grinding in horror.

His knuckles also looked red, which was on the handlebar of his big motorbike.

Don't ask her ears so red, every man in front of her is flirting, the woman who just fell silent with her cold gaze.

His eyes even wanted to get out, every man gazed in admiration at Rose and wanted to feel like he was beating or prying their eyeballs one by one.

Somehow his feelings did not accept that the woman he dubbed the old virgin was seduced by another man.

Davin lowered the standard of his big bike, took off his black leather jacket and delivered on the front of his beloved bike.

With both hands clenched tightly, and a face so red, don't ask her eyes that go red.

Davin walked towards the front, approaching the youths who were on the right side of Rose.

Without warning, or without greeting, without hello hey, Davin directs his punch, to the face of the man behind the wheel of the black car.

"Suckers! How dare you tease him!" Amuk Davin is furious.

After beating the man in the face, Davin walked towards Rose's car door.

Davin unlocked the woman's car and without saying much, Davin lifted Rose's body and threw her into the seat next to the steering wheel.

"Hey, you clawy, brash island man!" squeal Rose.

Davin ignored Rose's insults, he immediately drove Rose's car from the starving men's gazes.