Missmatch stood up and moved towards Dae. Her breasts were moving up and down with her every move. The clothes were hiding the minimum and Dae was stripping her with his eyes. Suddenly, his anger subsided. He even forgot why he was there.
She moved close to him and placed her mouth near his ears. "Don't you think publishing another article about the selected scripts would attract too much attention?"
Her words made him realise that she was only interested in rencontre news and nothing else. She was using him just like he was using him. That made him mad. It was okay for him to do that but not her, she was a woman for god's sake.
He closed his eyes and huffed like a bull. His hands abruptly moved to Missmatch's hair, and he grabbed a good chunk of it. He pulled her head away from his ear and made her come close to his face.
"Ah!!" Missmatch cried with pain. Dae saw tiny drops of tears in her eyes, but he didn't care for it. He was too angry.
