ENTANGLED IN ADULT LOVE
S2. 18. Guests on Sunday Morning

Double up ...!

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A loud sound from the doorbell of the apartment that rang constantly, inevitably disturbing the sleep of two people who were coiled with a plain body without a thread, under the same blanket.

"Honey, someone's been pressing your apartment doorbell constantly ..." Helena whispered spoiled in Luiz's arms.

"Hhhhm ..."

"It sounds so noisy ..."

"I'll ignore it ..."

"What if I'm gonna go down and see who's coming?"

Luiz's heavy voice filled with drowsiness was no longer heard.

Helena waited for Luiz's approval, but there was no answer.

But through the gestures of Luiz's body that inched away and turned back to Helena, for Helena the value is equivalent to the answer "yes" of the cold man.

Helena rushed up excitedly, picking up Luiz's white milk shirt on the floor, wearing it at her best.

Helena did not even feel the need to wear Luiz's shirt properly, deliberately leaving some shirt buttons open just like that, which amounted to even more than the number of shirt buttons she had hooked correctly.

'Who the hell came this early in the morning ...?'

Helena said in her heart, as she glanced at the clockwork of the wall which showed at eight in the morning.

Of course Helena did not know who the guests were.

But Helena believed her gut feeling of ninety-nine percent to ninety-nine, that the person pressing the bell so impatiently down there must be a woman.

That's right.

The presence of women is nothing new in the life of Luiz, a handsome, super-established, and very charming man, who instead chooses to resume his sleep, rather than wondering who the uninvited guests are out there.

"If it's true that down there is one of Luiz's many women, it's a coincidence. I got a chance to show off and be proud because right now, I'm the one who's with the guy in this fancy apartment, and we've spent a very appreciative night ...!"

Helena's round determination was so passionate, when she started down the stairs with wooden ornaments that seemed simple one by one.

Luiz's luxury apartment is a loft-type apartment, which is an apartment with two-story units, whose second floor area is not as large as the main floor, with the entire wall enclosed in thick glass.

The high ceiling is about fifteen feet, as if giving the impression of a spacious and airy open space with an elegant feel.

Of course everything in it has an expensive price tag. The per-unit price range of loft type apartments is very high, clearly different from the price of ordinary apartments.

When Helena arrived at the door, the doorbell still continued to ring without pause, as if it was indicating indirectly that the person who was pressing her was getting impatient waiting for the door to open.

"My hunch is right ..." Helena smiled after peeking, who are the uninvited guests, on this sunny Sunday morning.

A girl who looks pretty young and unstable.

"Not my match ..." Helena again muttered, so confidently, while pressing the automatic door opening button from Luiz's luxury apartment.

Door open ...

And ...

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

A pair of beautiful round eyes belonging to Dasha felt like he was about to come out of his shell, when he saw the appearance of a figure that was right framed the door of Luiz's apartment.

Dasha's brain had thought quickly, that this woman before him, as if it was deliberately trying to impress that she was swallowing.

'Basic bit ch ...!'

Rutuk Dasha in the heart, while catching two pen til that is rotten real on the surface of the man's shirt worn by the woman, while the triangle curves below look plain laughable.

"Who are you looking for?" helena asked with her super song, like a real hostess.

"You ... Who are you?" dasha asked back, looking at Helena from toe to toe, pretending to show an innocent and unaffected face.

The next second Dasha even deliberately smothered her own mouth, as if trying to muffle the loud laughter that was about to break apart.

"Who am I, it's none of your business. Why are you looking at me like that anyway?! Why are you laughing at me?!" Helena barked furiously, not accepting that she was currently being laughed at by the girl yesterday afternoon who was in front of her.

"Sorry .. sorry, Aunt ... but you .. Why are you? Did you just get scratched by a mad tiger? Ha .. ha .. ha ..." Dasha had chuckled, skinning Helena's disheveled appearance.

Dasha was right, because Helena's messy appearance like this was certainly like being clawed by a mad tiger!

Helena glared at Dasha who was laughing out loud in front of her.

'Short .... briefly ... what call did the girl say?'

'Tante ...?'

'How dare he think I'm that old ...?!'

'Basic prik boy ...!!'

Helena cursed at length, inwardly, with vexation that had reached the crown.

"Side, Aunt ... don't get in my way ..."

"Aww.cn ...!"

Helena was complaining small because her body had hit the wall violently. While Dasha has stepped into Luiz's apartment in an indifferent style, after putting aside Helena's body that blocks the entrance with one simple movement.

'Jeez ... What was that?'

Helena was stunned when she realized, with her small body, Dasha even easily made her body crash hard enough to surface the wall next to her. Now he even felt a little dizzy, like he had been hit by a truck truck truck ten tires...!

Helena's anger was also further ignited, when she saw Dasha's head look wobbly in and around in the spacious luxurious apartment, as if looking for something.

Dasha's wildly wandering gaze was now pounded at one point, where a staircase leading to the second floor that was blocked by a glass wall was in the corner of the room.

"Stop ...!"

Helena's loud voice had dampened Dasha's steps without hesitation starting to take one step at a time, which she believed would take her to the second floor, where the bedroom usually was.

As Dasha turned around, Helena was seen hunting him with a sour face.

"Heh, who are you really? You came like a thief who just walked into someone else's apartment! Are you crazy?!"

"Jeez .. What are you talking about, Auntie ..."

"Stop calling me AUNT ...!!" cry Helena again.

"But ... but .. you and your face are .. It looks much older than me, Auntie, and then I have to call you what ...?" Dasha instead opposed Helena's furious face with her sinless face, while Helena's face was crimson red to hear the insinuation that was clearly mocking her.

"Enak just called me, Auntie, since when did I get married to your Om ...?! Huh ...?!" sergeant Helena.

Hearing the swearing Dasha again giggled amusedly. His pair of eyeballs seemed to glow nosy and adorable.

"Aaahh ... alright .. fine .. okay ... how about I call you Aunty ...?" staring at Helena with a super plain yet slightly nosy facial expression.

"That's the same thing, stupid ...!" as Helena was rough.

"Stupid? You call myself a fool?" Dasha looked at Helena with an indecipherable face. "Tante, why are you talking so rude anyway?"

"I told you not to call me AUNT ...!!" Helena had been completely made inflamed in an instant.

Dasha looks a little snatch. "Haihh .. Never mind, I'm so dizzy with you, Tan ..."

"You ...?!"

"I'll just go see Mr. Luiz. Besides ... I don't care who you are either, and what you're hanging around in this apartment for."

In the end Dasha had spoken with a tone of voice whose intonation had turned one hundred and eighty degrees more serious than before.

His eyes stared at the calm yet sharp piercing, towards Helena who was also looking at him with a pair of eyes filled with tempestuous anger.

The two women had been gazing, with no one willing to budge, with an aura that seemed to be about to kill each other.

"Fuck if you don't care who I am, but I'll keep telling you to be satisfied. I'm Helena, Luiz's lover. Who are you ...? Why are you so presumptuous to enter without permission and so confident ...?!" Helena looks proudly pointed at her chest, but Dasha actually replies with a wry smile.

'Love yes ...?'

'Cihh .. I've guessed ...!'

'This lang must be one of the many collections of women, who have become the lovers of Mr. Luiz, as so often rumored by various media during this time ...!'

Dasha was indifferent, but a cynical smile still adorned her thin, naturally reddened lips.

"To prevent you from dying of curiosity, it seems like I should also introduce myself. So that you also know who I am ..."

Dasha took her breath for a moment, before speaking again, this time with her face that was barely expressionless.

"I am Dasha, and I am the owner of the man, whom you have claimed to be your lover ...!"

Sixteen-year-old Dasha ... 😍

"Nothing, it has made one of Mr. Luiz's women's collections almost crazy ...😂"

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