Partner Bed The Cassanova
Be imagined

"Why did you bring me here Mike?"

"Sit down on Ziv, I'll get you a drink" Mike said later.

Hesitating Ziva finally sat on the sofa in the living room of this apartment unit.

"You like orange juice, right? Drink"

Ziva grabbed a glass of orange juice and drank it. Mike knows everything about him.

"Mike, you haven't answered my question"

"I brought you here so you could stay here" the man replied calmly.

"What's? Mike No. I don't want to. I'll get out of here" Ziva got up from his seat, but Mike quickly grabbed his hand.

"Ziv, I know you must be having trouble with Tara? I won't force you to tell stories because that's your privacy. I know you must be confused where to go. Here you have no one. So please let me help you this time, I just don't want you to do anything" Mike said.

Ziva flinched he could see sincerity in every sentence Mike spoke. He bowed his head, it turned out that there were still people who cared about him.

"Ziv. please"

Ziva threw out his coarse breath "Alright I'll accept your help. But I don't want to take it for free. Let me pay you the rent for this place after I get a job"

"You can work in my father's office"

"No Mike, let me find a job myself"

"You sure?"

"Of course"

"Well if that's what you want"

Ziva unconsciously hugged Mike, making the owner surprised "Thank you so much Mike" he said sincerely.

Mike smiles as he caresses Ziva's hair affectionately "Sama-sama" they dissolve in the warm atmosphere of their embrace for the first time.

"Are you going to stay here, Mike?"

"No Ziv. I would usually come here if I wanted to be alone. Are you okay living here alone?"

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Anderson was pensively pensive on the balcony of his apartment. In every single moment he closed his eyes he would definitely see the face of that woman who was looking at him full of wrath.

This time it was like a demon.

What after I raped that woman killed herself so she haunted me she muttered inwardly.

He went inside to pick up his cell phone on the nightstand, then contacted someone.

"Hello Mr. Ander good night" said a woman across the street.

"Night. Is that woman with you?" ask Ander not to mince words.

"A-you mean Mr Ziva?"

"The woman you sold me last night" replied Ander, who never wanted to know the name of the woman he slept with.

The woman's heart was throbbing pain, yes she had sold the body of her own best friend.

"Ziva is no longer with me sir. Since this morning he's been away from the boarding house. Emm..Do you need a friend tonight?" ask Tara carefully.

"No" Ander hung up the phone unilaterally.

Ander massaged his temple he felt dizzy now. The man went to the minibar and took 3 bottles of wine at once. Maybe getting drunk will make him forget about the woman.

A cigarette stuck to his lips while his right hand held the glass containing the alcoholic drink.

His eyes reddened, cigarette smoke billowed around him yet he still did not stop, the shadow of the woman continued to become so.

He's exactly like a madman. He laughed then punched the air as if he was punching the puppet that was shadowing him.

By morning Ander had just fallen asleep when in the morning he had to go to work. For the second time he felt this chaotic.