Mystery Girl Lurer
Accident

"Where are we headed?" Ask Reynaldi next to him.

"Studio, when did you cancel your engagement to Dion?" Reynaldi asked Irna.

"Why? can't you wait to take his place as my fiancee?" Sindir Irna without glancing at the man in the slightest.

"You're thinking too high, aren't you afraid of falling?!" Backward satirical.

"I'm just guessing the contents in your head!" Said the girl cynically.

"Your behavior is absurd! you forget you ever seduced me in bed?" The man tried to embarrass him.

"Ha ha ha! you're too serious! do you think that makes sense?! I seduced a man on the bed for no reason??" Irna surprised the man.

"Oh I just remembered, you did it just for a mysterious necklace." Reynaldi's reddened face held in shame.

"It's good that you remember" added Irna again.

"What do you want to eat?" Trying to switch the conversation.

"Open up we'll take some photos, get that done, then let me continue my work in the office" Irna replied briefly without wanting to be denied.

"Are you building a barrier for me?!" Reynaldi asked honestly.

"If you understand that better" said Irna again without smiling.

Reynaldi stopped his car at a studio where famous artists and models gathered.

Irna got down from Reynaldi's car walking leisurely next to her.

"What does this woman use so that it can captivate our boss??" Whisper an artist with someone next to him.

Irna twitched her temples holding a familiar feeling, suddenly appearing inside her head.

"Did you bring me here just to make me compete with all those women??" Irna's whisperings in Reynaldi's ears held back the emotion.

"Ah I forgot if I was very popular among artists" Reynaldi said without any guilt at all.

"Are you scared?" Reynaldi asked Irna.

"Fear what? my gut feeling is just a little bad." The girl crossed both hands in front of her chest.

Reynaldi, a thirty-five-year-old man, stepped on his career in his early twenties. His face was handsome, fair skin, had small and cute lips, his long black shoulder-length hair was always tied up, a height of one hundred and seventy centimeters.

He lives independently, and his career continues to climb until now. He is very close to almost all artists. He also owns hundreds of companies in the fashion industry.

Irna Damayanti has a height of one hundred and sixty centimeters. Her hair was long straight under her back not up to her waist, she more often made her hair look wavy.

His nose is pointed, having dimples when smiling on his left cheek. Both of his eyes tend to shine clear and shady. Her lips are thin and ripe. He weighed forty-five kilograms. White but not white. Have a small mole on the lower end of the right eye.

"You come in" Reynaldi let Irna into the dressing room, someone helped to put her makeup on.

That day Reynaldi wanted to take a picture of his latest wedding dress.

When I finished, Irna immediately came out of the room. Reynaldi greeted with a warm smile.

"Why are you also wearing a bridal suit??!" Irna asked confusedly.

"Are you going to take a picture with me? some kind of couple photo??! Don't be crazy!"

Irna tote the wedding dress then stepped wide away leaving Reynaldi.

"This is just a photo for the sponsor of my new design dress, don't forget the dress that is attached to your body now is worth five billion" said Reynaldi casually.

Inevitably Irna again followed behind Reynaldi's back towards the shooting room.

Irna looked at how many people were arranging in the room.

"For just a few photos why use this much crew?" Whisper Irna slow.

He saw active cameras covering their photo-taking activities.

Reynaldi stood in front of the camera, gesturing Irna to stand beside him.

Irna tore the end of her dress, then stood next to her a little too far away.

"Why should this shooting process be shown live on television?" Irna asked somewhat surprised.

"Of course it's because I'm famous!" Reynaldi said without shame.

"Please couple a little closer" said one cameraman.

"According if you don't want to provoke trouble for coverage tomorrow" added the man as he suddenly pulled Irna's waist up to get closer to him.

Reynaldi's eyes looked seriously into Irna's eyes.

"Don't forget we take pictures for the wedding dress" Reynaldi said to make Irna's body more shudder.

Irna tried to hold Reynaldi's chest with her palm, so as not to be too attached to her chest. But the man hugged him so tightly that their noses were almost stuck.

"Blitshhh! yeah good like that!"

Irna turned to look at the camera, trying to smile as naturally as possible.

He wanted to avoid the face of Reynaldi who from the beginning kept getting closer to his face.

Reynaldi turned around as if to kiss his neck.

"Blitshhh! good one!"

"Just look after this I'll make a calculation with you!" Irna's growling in her heart.

This time they took a photo of Irna sitting on Reynaldi's lap hugging the man's neck.

And last in her trunk.

"okay! it's finished! good one!" Praise some crew.

"We didn't expect you to be very professional as a model, these photos look very natural." Someone told Irna.

Reynaldi just smiled at the results of the shots that day. Then back to the dressing room.

"If this were a photo of a real bride-to-be it would definitely be perfect!" Said someone wrong behind Irna's back.

A few days later she became a widow twice.

"Huff..." Irna just took a deep breath.

After changing his clothes he immediately looked for Reynaldi, to say goodbye.

Inside Reynaldi's office without knocking on Irna's door barged straight inside.

"Rey?" Irna was surprised, her steps stopped seeing a woman in an open cleavage dress wriggling around Reynaldi's neck.

"Ah sorry I got in wrong." Irna smiled and then turned around.

"Irna, wait!" Reynaldi chased after holding his hand.

Irna just smiled looking at the face with the same expression, the face she had met, the face that wanted to explain the misunderstanding.

"Ah, you don't have to worry. We're not a couple, so there's no need to explain anything to me. I was just there to say goodbye to you" Prevent Irna from looking at Reynaldi's worried face seriously.

Irna removed Reynaldi's grip from her right arm. The girl smiled faintly then left Reynaldi standing silently staring at her disappearance.

That night Irna returned to her office to resume her work.

"Callo.." Irna answered the phone on her desk.

"Are you angry with me?" Ask Reynaldi from across the street.

"Why am I angry? it was a waste of my precious time" Irna said, signing the papers on the table.

"Then I can come in, right?" Reynaldi opened the door of Irna's study, the man carrying two glasses of warm coffee and some snacks.

Irna was surprised to see the man suddenly enter just like that.

They chatted on the roof of the office while looking at the clear sky that night, enjoying a warm coffee.

"How did you know I was here?" Asked Irna without looking.

"You said you'd get on with the work before we go into the studio" Reynaldi replied briefly.

"Why didn't you ask me for an explanation when you saw me in a room with a woman?" Reynaldi's question could not help but hold the curiosity in his heart.

"Is that what brought you here to see me?" Irna turned her head a light smile carved on her lips.

"You're so cute!" Dengus Reynaldi's.

"What a good thing it is to be angry at something that is not clear. You're in touch with any woman it's none of my business. Because I'm just a model that works with you." Irna made Reynaldi smile.

"Why does your face look upset and unable to accept reality?!" Irna did not understand.

"Is this a rejection?!" Reynaldi asked looking at Irna's face seriously.

"You mean?!" He pointed his thumb at Reynaldi with a look of disbelief, shaking his head many times.

"Yes that's right! I liked you from the beginning to take you to Anggara's family party" Pull Irna's hand up to her.

Irna held Reynaldi's chest with both hands, to put some distance between them.

"But I don't, I'm sorry Re" Irna said as she watched the face of the man in front of her.

"Don't make silly decisions between us, I hope we can only bond as friends. And as a co-worker."

Said Irna trying to release the grip of Reynaldi's hand which was getting tighter holding her waist.

Reynaldi brought his face closer as if he was about to kiss her. Irna hurriedly closed her lips with a palm.

"Rey, don't do this! we're talking about it!" Irna was a bit scared, when she saw the man in front of her looked a little strange, like having eaten stimulants.

"Is there anything wrong before he came here? could this not have been the woman?!" Irna wondered in her heart.

"Basic shit! why am I fucking constantly these days!" Bumpat Irna in his heart.

Reynaldi's breathing became uncontrollable. Roughly pushing Irna's body to the ground. Tear off the girl's shirt and throw her on the floor.

"If this guy manages to do it, it can be terrible!" Irna immediately kicked her leg right into Reynaldi's stomach. Make backwards.

Irna immediately stood up and ran to the stairs to the second floor, but Reynaldi jerked Irna's hand to make the girl fall on the floor.

Irna crawled backwards, Reynaldi took off his own clothes and squeezed Irna's body.

"Rey! you must be aware! I'm not your woman! untie me!" The man was already unconscious and could not hear his screams.

"Yetoooooo!" Irna's scream ended the night.

Irna picked up her torn clothes, stood up limping.

Reynaldi lay next to him. Irna covered the man's body with her clothes.

"My life has been ruined, why does this keep happening to me!? I don't know how to! I tried to escape, but it happened!"

"I don't want this! I want to live a normal and peaceful life! even after I got away from Rian and Fredian, I was instead raped by a man who was unconscious!!"

"They'll be here soon enough, I need to get out of here" Irna wiped the tears that drenched her cheeks. Walking towards the bathroom flushed all over his body.

A few shadows flashed in hovering in front of the office door. Irna let the clothes that were exposed to her blood stay in a scuffle on the bathroom floor.

Irna hurriedly took the coat from inside her office closet, then drove her car home.

Irna saw a shadow walk through the trees following her from behind her car.

Reynaldi woke up, he sat down. Finding his naked body he was very surprised.

The last time she remembered was talking to Irna, then she suddenly lost control.

His eyes were fixed on the blood on the floor next to him.

Some of the clothes Irna was wearing were left behind.

"Don't I've raped that girl!" His words held his anger on himself.

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