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The vehicle was an Audi R8 Series and silver in colour, it was glowing as if it just come from a car wash. It had deathly oozing out it.
With the sound of mop footsteps, Dawn quit gawking at the car, and she slid in. After six attempts to buckle her seatbelt. The frustrated beau at the steering wheel sighed. He bent over to buckle the seatbelt.
They were very close, Dawn bécane stiff when his arm brushed on hers, her cheeks were glowing red. She knew any mistake on her part may lead to their lips touching because of the distance between them.
His scent filled up in her nose, it gave her a sense of clarity. Dawn watched his pink lips and the stern look on his face making him seem unbelievable handsome, at the very moment Micheal swept his tongue over his lips
This single action of his caused Dawn to swallow hard. The memories of his tongue owning and exploring her mouth like they were one. She was filled with lust, for some unknown reason, Dawn wished to jerk up close to get even a brush of his lips.
' What Am I thinking? she thought as her cheeks flushed rosy red.
It was as if the gods were listening, when he was done adjusting the seat belt which was stuck, an aching on her back made her rub on the chair, these subtle movements of hers landed her lips on his.
A tingling wave feeling travelled down her spine. Dawn's heartbeat increased more than that of the pregnant woman.
However, he did not kiss her, their lips were touching but his eyes were on the treasures on her chest. The first two buttons of her shirt were undone giving him a clear view of her fair, soft and firm boobs.
This made his big brother move, meaning he wanted this girl. But Micheal could not fulfil this wish at the moment, they were parked at the side of the road and one day he wanted to explore a woman's glorious body, his glass happened to be not tinted.
Inwardly he cursed a thousand times.
Without getting any reaction from him, she followed his gaze to her exposed breast.
Due to the formality of changing into the work uniform of a plain shirt and the jeans, she wore before, thus she no longer wore the white turtle neck.
Agitated, she pushed him slightly.
" Pervert "
He gave out a sarcastic laugh, " We are going to be having all-night sex and you are accusing me of staring at my possession. ''
' All night . ' these words replayed in Dawn's mind ' His possession '.
The gentleman in him seemed to pop out when his around this girl. He reached out for a jacket left there by a girl he picked up this morning.
She reluctantly took the jacket and covered her humiliation. It had an ocean girly cologne.
Dawn cursed inwardly ' Manhoe, Bonehead. '
He finally started the car and then drove into a traffic jam. Micheal quickly took another bend with a clear path. It was a longer route to their destination.
" Are you going to tell me what is happening? " She began remembering how he took her into his arms and threatened to sue the paparazzi for causing a scene.
" Are you serious? ''He asked, turning to look at her. She then explained everything in detail before she raised her chin at him.
" I was in between— " he stalled thinking of the right word for " something ''.
This was strange for him, he left in between his orgasm, to help and make sure she does not get hurt by a mop of fans or something.
Probably he treated Dawn differently because she is his sister's closest friend or maybe it was beyond. He was really worried, she occupied his thoughts during a two-hour drive.
Upon hearing his excuse, she blurted agitatedly. " Yes, Booty call. "
He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth absolutely in anger.
The moment, these words escaped her lips. Instantly she palmed her face utterly, completely, impeccably mortified at the words she uttered. She peeped from her now spread fingers, from the hole she could see he was angry.
Rather than the fight, she expected from him, Michael burst into contagious laughter. She had never seen him laugh so hard.
" You should have seen your face. "
Dawn secretly gave him the finger, he was messing with her. ' such a brooding jerk '
After a while of driving through lanes, neighbourhoods. Dawn finally broke the silence. She but her lips tightly then bravely uttered " I can smell her on you. "
The fragrance from the Jacket was not only on Dawn but Micheal. It drove her mad, how could the world be so cruel to make her put on another fling Jacket?
Nonetheless, these words from Dawn came as a shocker to him. The corners of his lips raised into a sweet teasing smile.
He roughly ran his hand into his blowing hair from the wind coming into the car from the let-down window.
In a thick British accent, he muttered appalled " Are you Jealous, Oldie? "
His voice sounded so sexy in that accent, it was so natural from his mouth.
Dawn snapped from the dazing. She shrugged her shoulders unfeelingly " I am not jealous. Non, no
- uh. Why would I be? "
Michael only nodded vigorously, and then he panicked. " Do you Smell that oldie? "
Dawn sniffed around pinning her now loose hair behind her small ears. " No, Quoi? "
" It is smelly ... it's burning Oldie Jealousy. "