The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
To club

Naya choked up, so scared in the face. Surprisingly Mike who saw it even chuckled and shamelessly patted the thigh—code for Naya to sit on the lap.

"Here, sit here" said Mike.

Silence, Naya flinching. Mike was impatient to tighten his jaw. "You want me to destroy it how? Do you have to decapitate his career first, then his hands, legs or maybe you want to head straight?"

Hurry up Naya sits on Mike's lap. He didn't want to make Mike come back angry. I don't know what the guy can do if he's angry.

"Well, dong," said Mike without burden. Without the slightest guilt she poked Naya's hand against her neck.

"And one more thing, what did you say? The sister? brother Ken? So sweet is your call," Mike quipped that somehow like jealousy in Naya's ear.

However, Naya fell silent, she did not want to deduce anything now. In his eyes Mike was just a predator. In the eyes of Mike must be himself this is just savory food that can be filling at any time if hungry.

Silent again, Naya could see a gloomy aura as it enveloped Mike again. He shook his head and said, "I won't see him again, sir. Oath.''

Strangely, now Mike who shook his head while moving his index finger to the left and right. "That's not the most important point, Naya. I want your call on me to change this time too."

Naya.

"How about we try to get close and get along, you want to, right?" said Mike who somehow makes Naya feel like she will be shot dead. He even held his breath for a few seconds. Suddenly the feeling was not good.

"I mean, T-master what? I don't understand" said Naya.

Surprisingly Mike smiled faintly. He pinched Naya's cheek. "Now don't call me or you. We agreed to use me. How's it?"

Again, Naya was suddenly horrified. Eyes rounded.

"But Mr ...."

"And another one," Mike interrupted deliberately. "Now call me dear. Can you?"

Naya glares. "But ...."

For the umpteenth time Mike interrupted. She covered Naya's lips with her index finger. "There is no more from now on said Sir. You are now my woman, mine. There is no distance. How, Honey? Romantic, right? You're moved, aren't you? You're the only one I love as special as gini. Others do not expect. If you don't believe me, ask Jordan."

Naya fell silent, she could not say because she was really dead. He doesn't know if Mike's request is real or just a lure.

The opportunity was not wasted by Mike. He casually moved his fingers until Naya who had been silent because she thought that she was falling on her lap.

"Don't. Mr. please ...."

Mike grinned. "Master, huh?" reworked. The hand that had slipped more freely just moved to and fro and made Naya unable to bear. He's got Mike's hand.

"Master is enough" said Naya. Sounds a little bold.

However, the movement only stopped for a while because Mike attacked again with a smarter movement.

"Come, remember what we talked about?" Mike's Word.

Naya paled when stared at Mike who was already foggy of desire.

"Darling .. please take off. Stop, yeah ...." Naya half begged. Between amused and .. I don't know, it just feels weird. Hair until it bristles perfectly. Just an ordinary touch.

Mike smiled happily. He's nosediving Naya. "That's dong. Receding. If gini is sweet," Mike replied.

Now Mike's eyes are on the Jordan behind the wheel. "Yes it's Jordan. We're going home now."

"Wau, you are beautiful. Justjust wonderful. This is Mike's new woman."

Naya flips herself looking for a figure who cheers so much, who else if Mike. His voice even had Naya memorized outside his head so much he heard too often. I don't know why the man never knocked on the door before entering. It was fortunate that the long dress had already wrapped up her body.

'Why is your expression so? Not seneng?"

Now the tone of speech is different. He approached with both hands in his pants pocket. Again Naya hapal, what does the gelagat mean. He quickly smiled and approached Mike. If I can be honest, he's disgusted. Disgust yourself for always being helpless under Mike's control.

"Not so, just ... isn't the dress too revealing?" reply Naya while touching her innocent chest. Because the long dress in wear only extends below while the chest, plong. Just close the chest.

"It's okay. It's pretty. I like it," Mike replied, he lowered his voice in Naya's ear. Of course make the fur of the girl's nape stand upright without excuse.

Seeing Naya's expression made Mike come back up. In her eyes Naya's expression was always adorable. He lifted Naya's chin so he could meet her.

"You're beautiful. So pretty. If I could I'd like to keep you in the house forever. But what can be done, those bastards want to get acquainted. So, just come along, okay."

Naya forced a smile. It's been two months living there and just this time Mike took her out. Strange, uncomfortable and afraid, the feeling wrestled into one and often made him sigh fretfully.

"Are you ready?" ask Mike again. He scanned Naya's unbored appearance of pampering the eyes.

"Already," replied Naya.

"Yes already. Then we go straight away."

Ten o'clock at night. Put them in the yard of a building. Naya who is beautiful with a light purple dress looks bloated looking at the building in front of the eyes.

"Dream? What the hell is this place?" ask Naya who is reluctant to come out. His eyes looked at the building sign that read Dreams.

Unfortunately, Jordan opened the door. I don't want him to have to go out either.

"Where are we?" ask Naya again to Mike who is next to her.

"We're going to the club. We meet them here?"

"But ...."

Naya did not have time to finish the word because she saw the lightness of Mike's eyes that had started sharp.

"Here, let's get in!"

Naya had to swallow. He's necklaces his arms around Mike's arms while walking together. And of course the loud music greeted their ears.

"Wouldn't go home" whined Naya. He hugged Mike's arm. Mike did not respond. He just grinned.

"Calm down. Get used to life like this. I guarantee you'll like it" Mike replied. He led Naya up the stairs and stopped in front of a door that read VVIP Deams.

Naya took a deep breath before Mike opened the door handle.

Eng ing eng.

Wildly, Naya's eyes immediately rounded when she saw there was a face of someone who looked familiar. "D-he .. he's not ...."

The thumbprints don't forget.