
A happy night for couples who have just had an engagement. Time seems so fast without realizing it. Valdo and Belva put their happy smiles on the guests. It's just that Zareena had heard the protest from her brother who did not want to wear a pink suit.
Despite saying no, Valdo still wears it. It was the choice of the bride as well as the mother and future in-law. With a heavy heart, Valdo followed the wishes of the three women even though he was sure that Tristan was laughing at him.
It can be seen from the man's behavior. A CEO has now turned into an impromptu photographer. Reality is like that. Tristan was indeed making fun of her brother at the moment.
Romantic music played, party readers invited Belva and Valdo to dance first and then followed by other guest couples.
"Valdo's face was depressed" Colin said.
"I would suggest Belva take my sister to the room, then open her legs wide. The man will smile if he meets a hole that makes him reach the peak of pleasure" said Zareena frontal.
Colin nodded at hearing that. "Yes, geez. You're too blatant."
"I said right, right?" Zareena.
"Forget about it, Valdo. You see the man walking towards us" Colin said, raising his chin.
Zareena looked in the direction Colin pointed at. For a few weeks he did not meet Tristan, and the man was getting more handsome. Zareena turned her face the other way. He did not want the man to give false hope if Tristan came to invite him to the dance floor.
"Miss Zareena" said Tristan.
Zareena looked at him. "Yes, Mr. Tristan."
Tristan reached out. "Can?"
Zareena smiled then welcomed the helping hand. "Of course."
The two joined another couple. One of Tristan's hands was on Zareena's waist and the other one was holding her hand. Their bodies move along with the rhythm of a romantic song that echoes in the hotel ballroom.
"Tonight you look beautiful. The dress you're wearing fits perfectly into your body" Tristan said.
"White dress with the front open. I just found out that yours is so beautiful" Tristan said with eyes down.
"really?"
Tristan takes Zareena out of the party circle. Both are behind the white curtain behind the guarantee. Dark place, no one will find them doing anything there.
"You're better suited to dress like this" Tristan said.
"Mr Tristan, are you curious about me?" asked Zareena who caught the point of the man.
Tristan laughed disparagingly. "You can't even play lips. Sleeping with you will only make me tired. I don't like women who just accept without fighting."
"You brought me here on purpose just to tell me this?" it was unexpected that Tristan would avenge his humiliation at the nightclub.
"I just want to say, actually you're not worthy of me."
Tristan's praise was just a trick to throw a word that is not pleasant to hear Zareena's ears.
"You seem to know about me."
Tristan smiled, and looked at him lightly. "A innocent girl like you, what can be done? You never slept with a man, did you?"
Tristan was startled and almost fell if his hands did not lean against the wall. Suddenly Zareena grabbed his head and landed a kiss on his lips.
The tension that occurs turns into softness that ends in pleasure. Tristan's hand went down Zareena's lower back. Close the woman's body in her arms, and one more hand slips into the nape of the neck to let their lips play deeper.
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