SEVENTEEN

"Gold, huh?" Miran said leaning against the door. She wore a gold dress and it hugged her body, the sleeve was long and the low v neck showed her cleavage. Her hair was packed in a low bun.

"Hey?" She says at him.

"يبدو أن الملابس صنعت من أجلك "

(Seems the clothes were made for you) he said coming closer to her.

"What was that?" She smiled.

"Ooou, it has a zip?" He played with it, while his face came up to her hair. She smelled like rose.

"Stop, you're going to mess my hair,” She chuckled, as he brought his lips to her hair. She moved her head away.

"I like that I can easily take this off." He noted as he kissed her neck.

"Mm-hmm, this isn't for you to take off," She laughed.

"We will see about that.” He smirked.

"Don't you think you are leaving too frequently?" She says, turning to look at him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I'm having a problem with work."

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Well, contract violation... Recently got a new company."