CEO's Hidden Marriage
The boy coughed, trying to hold her hands, but like the angry boxer, her hands kept landing on his chest.
“Just like… you keep calling me… monkey-face…” He groaned in pain, finally getting a hold of her active hands. In a swift, he switched their position, coming over her, “I keep calling you fatty, fatty.” He smirked over his victory, looking at the girl wiggling to get free.
With an intention to free herself, she kicked him where the sun doesn’t shine. “Leave me you, idiot.”
In the next moment, the boy was whimpering in pain, holding his groin. “You don’t kick a boy between his legs, Ari.”
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