บททั้งหมดของ Addicted to The Treacherous: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

"Ririn? Rin?" Darren tossed his coat onto the sofa after seeing the dining room, which was not separated from the living room, in disarray. Ceramic tableware is scattered shapelessly across the floor, and the sight of dried blood trickling into the master bedroom makes Darren even more anxious.All night long his phone had been confiscated by the youngest Liara because Darren was considered too devoted to work even in the midst of a family that was chatting with each other, especially since Maureen's number that he saved under the name of the advertising division kept calling. He really couldn't do anything about it.What had happened to Ririn? The question kept repeating in Darren's head until he found his beloved still asleep in the middle of the bed, he could exhale with relief.Maureen's pose on her back without a single thread covered was very seductive indeed. The large breasts that puff out beautifully with the rosy peaks sticking out instantly create a hunger to pounce. Not to

"I still have to work this morning," Maureen complained.It wasn't that she wanted to dash Angga's hopes who seemed serious about building a relationship with her, but skipping work outside of sickness was not Maureen's habit. College was no different. Although hedonism was her lifestyle, Maureen did not want to spend her attendance allowance easily."Do you still want to work there?" Angga snorted. The man took a work suit in the form of a dark cloth shirt and pants, contrasting with his skin color that was too light for a local man.That was also why Maureen had not expected Angga to have skills as a fighter. In fact, she first underestimated Angga's appearance at first, which seemed more like a limber boy band. It turned out that underneath the thick jacket worn at that time, many charming things were hidden.Maureen shook her head, dismissing the possibility of her falling too deeply with the man before her. Returning to the conversation, "My contract is still unfinished, Angga."

Rena still hasn't left the hospital, even though the last message from her asking me to wait has passed more than half an hour. Guess what, how unfaithful have I been to her since the last confession? Rena should know the sacrifices I've made these past few days for her. Even imagining it makes me laugh out loud. It's true that people say that love can make someone stupid. Instead of thinking about the regular profits from all of Rena's videos that used to come into my account, I erased all traces of Rena from the digital dark world. That left only my personal stash that I could watch whenever I missed her. The sexy and aggressive Rena. I visualize every detail of her curves before my eyes, letting the imaginary figure of Rena move on my lap, rubbing herself until I feel like I'm about to climax right now. Crazy! Just a little bit more... only to be interrupted by a knock on the window. "Manda?" My lips move to say the name I've recently given her. It's still awkward, but I need t

"Is it too soon?" Angga walked backwards to face Maureen who kept waving a smile for him along the pedestrian area after they finished dinner at one of the fringe stalls near Maureen's house.Maureen wouldn't have known about the fried rice cart vendor that stopped by the roadside if Angga hadn't told her. The queue was great, as was the taste they got when they ate together amidst the noisy vehicles passing by.Angga did not promise luxury, but rather the togetherness they could live together."You said that you wanted to give me a normal dating style." Maureen chewed on the crackers she took from the plastic bag Angga had bought for them separately from their fried rice. "They even asked for an engagement as soon as possible to cover up the issue."She just didn't expect the avoided relationship concept to come sooner through a man she had just met. For Maureen, Angga is an unpredictable variable in data statistics, a possibility that appears without knowing whether it brings profit

"Still not done yet?" Maureen continued to complain about Angga's activities, who still felt comfortable moving from one equipment to another in the gym they visited. She herself just stuck to the treadmill, ran a little on the track, and then followed Angga's choices with a limp.Taking too long off from physical exercise had an effect on her breath and belly. Maureen felt insecure next to Angga who seemed to be deliberately wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, especially when pulling down the handle of one of the tools, the man's shoulders formed impressive bulges."Just a light workout."Light? Maureen snorted in annoyance. She could see how the amount of weight Angga used exceeded Maureen's body weight."Tired, you know." Maureen sat on the back support for sit-ups while resting her hands on her chin, watching every bead of sweat forming on the man's temples.Angga looked so wet and focused, just as he reached the end of the struggle and spilled the entire warmth on Maureen's deepest poi