Partner Bed The Cassanova
Disgust

The sun had risen high. The light penetrated one of the hotel rooms occupied by two gender-different humans who were sleeping.

One of them began to be disturbed by the glare of the light that hit his eyes. The eyes began to open with a slight narrowing.

He circulated his gaze sweeping across the room he was in, his gaze stopping at a man sleeping beside him. In the same bed as him.

His heart is pounding. He pulled out a thick blanket that covered his innocent body.

Tests. Her tears are shed.

What the hell's going on? That's what he's thinking right now.

Ziva started to remember last night. The last time he was locked up he drank a glass of water that was on the nightstand from exhaustion screaming and the strange reaction that happened to his body then a shadow of a man who walked towards him. BLANK.

He really doesn't remember anything anymore. He rubbed the tears on his cheeks violently.

"I have to get out of here before this jerk wakes up" Ziva tried to get out of bed, enduring the pain between his thighs.

He picked up his clothes that were strewn across the floor. The shirt was not worth wearing because it was torn here and there.

Ziva started thinking hard how to get out of this place. His eyes were staring at a shirt lying not far from his shirt. Forced, he picked up the shirt and put it on.

The shirt looks great on his slim body. Thankfully, the size can close my thighs. Don't want to think any longer the legs of that level walk quickly to the door.

"Stop at your place!!"

Ziva's hand stopped in mid-air as he almost held the door knob. He looked at the origin of the voice.

The man who was sleeping was now looking at him sharply.

"You want to take my expensive shirt away, miss?" said cold.

Ziva turned his back to look at the man "You're having a problem with this shirt, sir? Then how are you doing with my honor that you took away huh? even it's not worth the high cost of this shirt!"

Although Ziva does not know how much this shirt costs but he thinks his pride is much more valuable than anything.

Ander grumbled "You gave your body to me. You begged me to touch you. And now you're blaming me?"

"Omong empty!" elak Ziva's.

"You don't remember anything? Ck, try to remember what made you come here" The man got out of bed and walked casually with his innocent body and picked up the boxer lying on the floor.

Ziva reflexes closing both eyes. Don't know the shame of his curse.

"Do you remember anything?" asked Ander again he sat down casually and lit a cigarette.

Ziva began to remember what was the reason he came here "Don't tell me this is your trap and.."

"Yes, you're right. Your own best friend sold you to me. But you take it easy I'll still pay you personally" he took his phone and thrust it at Ziva.

"Enter his account number and write down his number as you please. I am very satisfied with your beautiful body. It feels so clamping in there. Maybe next time I'll call you again" he said mischievously.

Ziva growled he took the ashtray that was on the table. The ashtray floated towards the face of this jerk "Getting! I'm not taking the money"

Ander complained of pain as the ashtray landed right on his nose. Ziva paid no heed to Ander's yelling swearing at him he actually went from there.

He had to go back to the boarding house and ask for an explanation from Tara.