Lawyer And Boss Miras
Hot Chance

Raindrops began to wash over the streets. Dara was on her way home by bus. He sat in the corner by the window looking out from there.

As he had predicted earlier this afternoon, the weather had completely changed significantly. The sky is dark, the rain is getting worse. Looks like a storm is coming.

Along the way, it still comes to mind with the words Bill Parker. Does that guy want to give Dara a clue? What does it mean to have fun in Asia Town?

Dara's thoughts begin to drift, all her suspicions now leading to Jay. The man was a foreigner in Asia Town. Not long ago he even visited his uncle in Seattle. Yeah, it must be him.

The second bus on Dara now stops at a bus stop. Apparently the journey was not felt when Dara's mind floated.

"Miss, we have reached the last stop" said the conductor who also disperse Dara's daydream.

The woman then moved out of her seat after paying the bus fare. He came out while covering his head with a bag. The rain grew so heavy that it soaked Dara's entire body. The woman could not save herself from the rain.

It was already dark, coupled with the bad weather made Dara even more grim. He just let his body in the rain, even his legs seemed reluctant to run.

Arriving at home, Dara immediately knocked on the door. Behind there is Jay who appears showing an anxious look.

"Well, you don't have an umbrella?" ask Jay.

Dara's grim manner of muttering makes Jay even more anxious. "I don't have an umbrella" replied Dara who just walked past Jay.

"Noah was picked up by Aunt Kim this afternoon. I was just about to pick her up from aunt's house, but it's still raining really hard" Jay said.

Dara simply stepped towards the bathroom without responding to anything. I don't know why his mind gets messed up when he sees Jay's face.

In the bathroom after swallowing, Dara began to cry. He was tired of taking care of the case this time. Not only the threat of misery, but also the harsh reality if the person he trusted was a traitor.

The innocent Jay he had avoided during their first meeting on the bus, now seems to be the only person who can protect and be trusted by Dara. What if he was a traitor?

Long enough to stay in the bathroom, makes Jay anxious. Even Jay did not hear the sound of water splashing from within.

"Well, you're okay, right?" jay asked, knocking on the bathroom door.

"Yes, I'm okay," replied Dara who now began to flutter her body. He cannot dissolve in the bad possibilities that are in his head. Not once twice he faced a big case, this time he could not lose.

The woman came out with just a towel wrapped around her body. He did not have time to take clothes in the room because at that time his body was wet.

"I made dinner for you" said Jay. The man took a quick glance at Dara who was only wearing a towel all the way up to her knees. Jay gasped followed by a sip of saliva in his suddenly dry throat. The man immediately averted his eyes because he did not want the object down there to tighten at the wrong time.

"Yes. I change clothes first," replied Dara who was relaxed with Jay.

Shortly after Dara disappeared behind the door, Jay heaved a sigh of relief. He did not want to drown in the burning fire he had created with Dara.

Before long the woman appeared wearing an oversized t-shirt and training pants that were comfortable to use to sleep.

On the table was rice and bone soup made by Jay. The man had gone to the market to shop for shop needs, he also bought beef ribs for groceries.

"Stop wasting money" said Dara, enjoying the soup. It feels so good and reminds Dara of her hometown.

Jay chuckles, once he wants to give Dara and Noah a nice meal. "Aunt Kim gave ten percent of the store profits today. That's because my menu sells hard," Jay said.

Since Dara was getting busy, they rarely spoke or even told each other's daily life.

"Looks like you're good at looking for a stratagem. Aunt Kim's noodle shop was quiet and uninhabited, but after you came, the store was getting crowded" said Dara.

"It looks like you're similar to someone" interrupted Dara.

"Who?" ask Jay curious.

"Won Company Owner..."

Jay almost coughed. Did Chris' efforts today not work?

"You been there?" ask Jay.

Dara nodded. He finished his soup and drank a glass of water on the table.

"I just found out that the owner of Won Company is Asian, but he has an American foster father" Dara replied.

Jay just nodded, he did not want to respond to it excessively. What is clear in his head is currently looking for plan B, if he is found out as the owner of Won Company.

"Jay, did you—"

TOKK... The sound of knocking on the door blew the focus.

"There's a guest" Jay cut. He didn't want to hear Dara ask him anything he didn't want. That's why Jay is so grateful to the person out there who knocked on the door.

Dara moved from her seat. It's possible that Aunt Kim is outside and intends to drive Noah home.

The door of the small house was opened, a sixty-year-old woman stood there with an umbrella protecting her from the heavy drizzle of rain.

"Aunt Merry," greeted Dara to a neighbor who lived right next door to Dara's house.

"Kim just called me. He said he didn't have to pick up Noah because it was raining so much, your son had eaten and is now asleep. You pick it up in the morning" said Aunt Merry.

"Oh, so. Well, thank you Bi," replied Dara.

Dara then enters and sees Jay peeking out of the kitchen door.

"Noah's staying at Aunt Kim's, huh?" ask Jay.

Dara nodded. Right after Dara closed the door, Jay suddenly approached. He grabbed Dara's tiny body and carried her into a hug.

"J-Jay," said Dara.

Ignoring the small protest, Jay then grabbed Dara's cheeks with his hand. A moment later, Dara's thin lips could not escape from me.lu.man Jay's lips.

Ah... Is correct. Dara missed the man's touch. He just resignedly accepted every treatment Jay had for him.

What Jay is doing right now is just one of his tactics to keep his identity hidden and save himself from questions that might come out of Dara's mouth.

"Angkh..." The woman started getting drunk when Jay's tattooed hands started cupping her breasts.

"Brighthhh..." The man switched around Dara's neck. He exhaled his hunting breath in the ear.

Yes, girl. Let's do se(x) therapy... Inner Jay.