Gabby, My Fierce Girl
The Part 61
George who saw Gabby was upset after seeing the phone was curious. He took a quick glance to see who was causing the woman's mood to go bad. Her forehead shriveled when she saw only the number that called, but it was as if Gabby knew who was behind the caller.
“Who?” ask George. Curious, he finally asked.
“Not your business! Didn't you ever say many questions will make your life shorter!” Now Gabby returns the words that George said when he was kidnapped forcibly to Bali.
“You believe my words?” George slightly shook his head, underestimating Gabby.
“For what do I believe in your words? There's nothing I can trust from every word that comes out of your mouth!” reply Gabby is no less underestimating.
“There's one you have to trust.” George stared at Gabby's bead.
Gabby folded her hands waiting for the next sentence. “What?”
George did not respond, he raised his hand. “Give me your bike key, you'll know later.”
Gabby clucking lazily. “Just get off my bike, I'm lazy to wait for you. My energy is too precious!” He shook his hand to throw it away.
“Absolute once you, at least take me home. Don't you see, if I've been left by your best friend's husband.” George tried to cuckold.
Gabby rolled her eyes lazily. “Am I not cruel? Did you forget? How do I kick you out of my apartment?” he said bragging. “If you want to go home, take a taxi!” coined.
“I don't have a wallet,” please George looking for any reason.
Gabby advances her bag, she picks up the wallet and pulls out a piece of money. “Nih, no need for you to replace. Let's just say I'm giving alms.” He gave the money to George.
Plaque!
The meeting of the palm with the cheek made a red tinge plastered markedly on George's handsome face.
“Bigger, you!” gabby's beaver felt George's finger slightly nudge something behind his shirt pocket.
“I just want to return your money, I'm not a beggar,” elak George. He wanted to stroke her cheek that felt hot, but he paled. He has to look stronger than Gabby. In order to conquer the woman, George will try to become a forced man.
“Already, you step aside! I'm tired.” Gabby wanted to push with her hand, but she was lazy to use violence in public places like this.
George did not respond, he took the helmet that was in the motor tank. Without a word, he put the helmet on Gabby.
Getting Gabby to round her eyes gets that kind of treatment. This was the first time anyone had put a helmet on for him. It's supposed to be romantic, but not what Gabby feels. The woman was surprised and rewinded her head so that George who wanted to hook the helmet button could only hold the air.
“I can myself,” reject Gabby. He was trying to neutralize his sudden heartbeat. He also hooked his own full-face helmet.
“Fine,” pinta George pointing empty back seat.
“You're supposed to get off,” reject Gabby.
George got off the bike, making Gabby smile triumphantly from behind her full-face helmet. But George did not leave, he actually lifted Gabby's body from the front. He got back on the bike until Gabby was in the tank and George was in front of him. George didn't sit Gabby in the backseat, because he knew Gabby's cunning wits would slump straight ahead before George could sit down.