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'... The day of the meeting of the TV station...'
'...Early morning...at a condominium suite on the highest floor in the area along the Chao Phraya River. Bangkok’
The n***d bodies of men and women working together as if they were the same person. of activities to create excitement for each other
“Ah… ah…” Rita’s moaning sounded uninterrupted. when she was in the mood for the harshness of Crist that puts no energy stored on Rita that let out a moaning sound indicating the bodily happiness that had been received in abundance Rita couldn't deny that. She was so obsessed with this man's s*x addiction.
Crist continued to empower this woman with her own needs. respond to her heartfelt desires It is a permanent cessation and closure of the relationship between him and her. Because this will be the last moment of this woman. People in the past that men like him think He 'loves' her…
“Crist, if you really love me! You should let me go Let me go live a better life.” Rita's last words. who left him when he was still studying for a master's degree in America
“Hmmm…” A groan in Crist's throat finally sounded. at the point of release Crist stripped away the still-firm body at the age of thirties. A large hand pulled the c****m out of its strength and threw it into the trash. and immediately went to the bathroom. Without turning to look at Rita who was gasping for breath on his big bed…
Twenty minutes later Crist came out of the bathroom after he had washed his own body. He only wore a cloak that wrapped his body. and went to open the small drawer at the head of the bed and took out something…
“Take this money… and never come back again.” Crist threw two stacks of thousand of banknotes to Rita, who was still gasping for breath on the large, blanket-covered bed.
“Wha…what…Crist…Rita doesn’t understand.” Rita, whose gaze alternately looked at the cash on the bed and the man in front of her.
“Your time is up…it’s time for you to leave my life…forever…” Crist replied in a calm, emotionless tone.
“Crist!..."
“Oh!...You have one hour...because the maid will come clean and remove this bed set from here.”
“Crist!....Isn't that true... well, we both understood each other, didn't we?..." Rita was shocked by the current situation. speak in a trembling voice Because her current situation was no different from the previous woman's in front of her.
“Right!...I understand her very well...but we ended up just like this...I made her offer 'try' to give her a chance...and I I gave it...but in the end, the two of us couldn't go on together…"
“Not true!!!...You took revenge on Rita right?... Rita used to leave you.” Rita tried to stroke the cold water. Although she could recognize that the man in front of her had changed from 'I' to 'I', from 'you' to 'she', the pronouns used were distant and disrespectful to her. In just twenty minutes he went to the bathroom and came back, he became Another Crist she never knew
“I didn't take revenge on anything…don't take yourself too seriously… A money-hungry woman like you doesn't mean anything to me.” Crist lied to the woman in front of him. Because over the past two weeks that he 'try' to give her that opportunity. It's because he wants to get her back for 'dumping' him to another man she thinks has more than him. Finally, the true nature of that man came out....forcing Rita to go back to Thailand and find the truth that Who is he really? Because all the time that he had known and met her, he never said who he was.
“Crist!!!...You're so bad!!...Someday you'll regret what you did to today. Rita like this…" Rita was devastated and did not expect that the man in front of her would use such a word to insult her.
“Sorry!…Hmph!…You must have forgotten that I had come a long way from that feeling…with a woman like you, I would never have had it happen to me…” said Crist simultaneously. with a smile His eyes looked at Rita like he had never given it to anyone before. This woman was the cause of his distrust of any woman. except his mother alone
“Huh huh…” Rita could only cry. Because for you, you can only do this. Who is she and who is he? Now it's clear
Crist smirked as she looked down at the crying girl on the pillow she was laying on. before walking to get dressed Because today he has a meeting with the staff involved at his mother's channel to bring the novel that is in demand from various channels to be made into a drama. including the author of the author who agrees only forty percent that his mother's channel will receive the poem 'Defeat Satan' to attend the meeting to ask to see the actors and listen to the director's guidance
'...Early morning...at a condo suite on the 25th floor in the area along the Chao Phraya River. Bangkok’
Gorya Darmian that opened his eyes to the dawn of a new morning. She slowly got up from her seat and twisted her body slightly. Today she had to go to a meeting with the staff of the famous station to see the cast of the staff who wanted to lead the script. 'Defeat Satan', her first writing work was made into a play. Even though she doesn't want to go anywhere lately Because the next three days are the final exams of her last semester. But she can't give a reason like this to the station. because no one knows the real her that the author of the poem 'Defeat Satan' is just a fourth year student at a leading university in Thailand.
Gorya went into the bathroom after the bed was cleaned up. And thirty minutes later she came out wearing a bathrobe. And, of course, she'll have to spend an hour managing herself.
Hya picked up black contact lenses to cover her true brown eyes. And continue with the arrangement of long hairstyles to curl into curls. She painted her cheeks with some freckles, and her mouth was shaped by using a little lip gloss. and went to the wardrobe, picked up a plaid shirt and put it on top of the undershirt in order And the last piece is a long denim skirt that goes down to the eyes to cover up her beautiful long legs according to the Thai-Italian crescent nationality. And before leaving the bedroom, she didn't forget to take out her big black-framed glasses and a small shoulder bag that moved her necessities inside.
Gorya walks to the kitchen area of a decent size. She picked up the porridge in the freezer in the refrigerator bought from a twenty-four hour convenience store. Put it in the microwave…
“Beep, beep…” the microwave beeps. When the porridge is ready A bunch of Gorya pulled away from the high chair in front of the top. Now there's half a glass of orange juice and a glass of water left.
“…Anto…Gorya misses Anton so much!…” Gorya muttered. When a small hand was bored of stirring the porridge back and forth. because she had to leave her stomach with these foods on a regular basis If she's not eating out with her friends
Grrrrr Grrrr Gorya frowned. When the phone rings in the bag And when she took it out, it wasn't what she expected.
“Gig!…”
“Hya… you really can go alone…” A voice on the other end of the phone suddenly said. without having to greet formally
“Eh… go ahead, don't worry. Rest and heal quickly. In three days it's the exam day...go to bed, take medicine and useful food..." Gorya replied to her closest girlfriend, Kik Sopita, who was one of the three who knew the real one. Of the writer who uses the pen name ‘Gor Ya', which today this girl will have to go with her as her personal manager, but Kik fell ill with the flu.
“Ms.Gorya…” Gorya turned to follow the call. When she walked out of the elevator that came to park the parking floor
- Writer
