Secret Sherly Angel's
Nervous

Not all mistakes bring regret because they can be

happiness comes from unintentional mistakes.

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Sherly Angel, the woman is trying to calm her chest. The more he forgets, the more real the shadow in his memory becomes. Eventually the woman will be in trouble. Hope nature no longer commits cruelty. Honestly, Sherly has been feeling fooled. 

"Fine, I need to see Dave. I don't want misunderstandings to happen, even if it's because of my mistakes, anyway" Sherly murmured.

A thin line was engraved on the lips of the woman that was a sign that she had just smiled. Although faint, but could not deny if the corner of his heart began to feel firm.

After Brian's departure, Sherly has never been this happy. And this time his private secretary managed to make him smile. 

It turns out that true, the benchmark of one's happiness is not necessarily about wealth, let alone power. Sherly Iyu doesn't need both. He just wants love. 

Feeling better, Sherly stared at her reflection in the glass on her dresser. A red tinge looked timidly on both of Sherly's cheeks as if reluctant to leave from there. Her face looks more beautiful. If Brian is not stupid to leave it, maybe now Brian is crocheting love that is almost perfect. 

"I'm beautiful, but it's a minus about couples" Sherly said.

Early intentions flashed through Sherly's mind. Soon she opened her closet. Observing the black short t-shirt order. Let alone international brands, local brands Sherly does not know.

She is not the type of woman with a luxurious lifestyle. Despite having everything, the woman still behaved modestly.

Sherly recalled that she had a black t-shirt with a row of white letters. The size is also slightly larger than the size it should be.

Soon Sherly picks up the thing in a neatly folded pile of t-shirts. Observe, then attach to his body.

"Suit," murmured Sherly.

His sight unintentionally descended towards the bottom. Observing the hot pants he was wearing. A box-shaped object with two holes is above the knee.

The initiative to get Dave the pants up then came up. Sherly picks up the bokser in the bottom cupboard. Combine with the short t-shirt he has brought.

"Nice," Sherly muttered.

The woman will bring a casual suit to the living room. Of course for Dave. But again Sherly's intentions must be undone when she realizes that the one in front of Dave is not Brian. His personal assistant is not his ex-girlfriend.

"Shit! The brengse* man keeps ringing" said Sherly.

Irritated, Sherly came back to the closet. Observing the pants stack. Her eyes were fixed on the blue dongker shorts.

Without a second thought, Sherly took to the living room to give to Dave.

"Most of all thought, this is just Dave's very personal assistant not on a date" Sherly grumbled inwardly.

Never expected, maybe even the woman forgot what her purpose was to return to the apartment at work hours. His sparkling face was increasingly visible when he found Dave sitting with a laptop on his lap.

Occasionally leaning back, perhaps the man felt tired. It was as if the sweaty fur was starting to slide on his forehead. Adding Dave's sexiness level.

Unable to see the condition of his secretary is almost terrible, Sherly then headed for the kitchen. Orange juice may be the right choice for now.

Five minutes later, Sherly approaches Dave with two glasses of orange juice on a tray. While his left arm flanked the shirt and pants he had brought.

"Please drink Dave, consider it your own home" Sherly said, lowering the glass from the tray.

"Em, this is Dave's. I'm not good enough to wear casual clothes, but you still wear work clothes" he added, holding out what he had brought.

Dave smiled and nodded. Receiving Sherly's gift with a heart that has been cheering cheerfully.

"Diminum Dave first, just change. After that we continue the work. I was bored this morning to meet the damn man," said Sherly who seemed to be starting a vent session.

"Well, lady, where should I change my clothes?" dave asked to try to look relaxed when his chest had started heating the spot.

"Dave, don't call me miss. I used to say you were older than me" Sherly said.

I don't know what's starting in his heart. But Sherly is upset when Dave calls her Miss. Impressed like a servant and princess. They stand on the same footing. They even sat side by side.

"But the non-" Dave hasn't had time to continue, but Sherly has cut it off.

"Don't call me miss. Hm, don't wear me you're too formal. Wear me you're usually rich. You're very unstable Dave became a man" Sherly said.

And without permission Sherly thrust the glass of juice she almost drank to Dave.

"Drink," said Sherly.

"Huffttt" a heavy gust rang out in Dave's ear.

But it didn't scare Dave. This time a faint smile rose on Dave's lips. Not shy like that, but the sweetest smile of hers that was deliberately shown to Sherly.

"I love you, miss," Dave's inner.

Sherly pretended to be angry. Just because a kiss was able to make his chest still rumble until now.

"What if that kiss turns into a kiss? Old kiss? Or more than that? Em, what if if and if everything happens to me and? Dave's? Ah I don't know," Sherly's war in the heart.

The glass was placed after Dave finished determining several times. His throat no longer felt dry, but his pants did not also grow loose.

"Ah shit," said Dave.

"Miss uh I mean sher, where do I have to change clothes? It can't be here, right? Or do you want to help me take off the sheets on my body?" god Dave accompanied by a typical male sneaky smile.

"Eh, no. How could my pretty hands touch your skin" Sherly refused, but I don't know if she herself can't describe her heart.

"Relatedly? How about starting from a short kiss like last😙?" dave's words sound more and more tempting Sherly.

Slowly the man tucked his body into Sherly's body. The distance that was just a few snags. The fragrance of the perfume Sherly used just went out. Mixed with sweat that began to drip between his neck.

"That neck. Ah Dave, can you keep your man's soul a little" Dave wrote.

Sherly gets an intense look from Dave. The longer it does not make his chest improve it even makes things worse.

"Sher" whispered Dave.

"Hm," Sherly muttered.

Although only murmuring, but the throat feels dry. Even his mummies sounded raucous.

"Don't let out your hoarse voice, miss," whispered Dave again.

Sherly felt her chest pounding more and more. The sweat became more visible. Not just in his neck, but starting to creep on his forehead.

"Dave," Sherly said in a spoiled tone. 

Only Dave's name can Sherly voice. Moreover, the woman was only able to utter in the heart. All the jitters, all the curses, and all the praise. Everything was clear in Sherly's mind.

When your alphabet goes away, at least your shadow is still in your heart. Thank you for giving me the core piece of happiness. The rest I try to do myself.