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    [1 ᴡᴏʀᴋ ] ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs : ( ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ) 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬? 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬? 𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭? 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 | 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 | 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 Highest Ranking: #1 in goodgirlsarebadgirls #1 in heartache #1 in playgirl #1 in badgirl

    16. Poor kitchen part 2

    Story: Prank With The Playboys Author:_ittefa_ words:4932 Update time:2021-09-16 05:52:27

    Lately, I've been,

    I've been thinking

    I want you to be happier,

    I want you to be happier

    "Why are you laughing? " Zakhar asked seeing me smiling.

    "Because you're an idiot," I replied trying to piss him off.

    "At least I've brain, Nance," he mumbled and my face became dark.

    "Then face this brainless girl's attack!" I said throwing a large amount of flour at him. His face became total white. Flour was all over his face, head, and body. I busted into laughter.

    "You're so dead, Nance, " He warned looking at the eggs.

    "For that, you've to catch me, " I confided him and ran for my life.

    He went to catch me. But I was faster than him. At least I thought that. He caught me after some minutes.

    "Face this, Nance," he said by throwing eggs at me.

    My whole dress was full of eggs.

    "AHHHHH! YOU PERVERT! THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME YOU RUINED MY DRESS. I'M NOT GONNA SPARE YOU THIS TIME!!!!" I screamed top of my lungs at him.

    I threw a packet of milk at him. He went to catch me but slipped on the floor which was full of milk and fell on me.

    "WHAT THE HELL, AINSWORTH!!!" I asserted angrily.

    I wanted to reprimand him but when I looked into his eyes I immediately became calm. His eyes were so intense and so deep that they will make anyone calm.

    He was also staring at me. Our faces were full of milk, flour, and eggs. And I know we're looking like a joker now.

    I felt my heart burning. This bad boy is making me feel like this. Wait a minute! Burning? Suddenly I smelt that something is burning. What did I cook? Sh*t! I immediately pushed him away and stood off the floor. I ran towards the stove and turned it off.

    "No! No! No! Please don't get burned. Please, please!" I started pleading when I opened the lid. Thank God! It didn't burn. I turned the stove off at the right time.

    "Do I have to eat this?" Zakhar said in a horrific voice from behind.

    "Shut up! You Jerk!" I said dusting off the flour from my dress.

    "NO!" I muttered looking at the state of our kitchen.

    The whole kitchen is ruined. The tables, floor, stoves are full of things that we threw at each other. We're also in mess. We looked like jokers.

    "You look funny, " He breaks out in laughter.

    "Haha! Very funny. Now ZAKHAR AINSWORTH HUNTER IF WE DON'T CLEAN THIS MESS NOW I'LL SWEAR MY MOM WILL KILL US BOTH. She loves her kitchen as you love your bike," I said rolling my eyes towards him. This made his laughter off.

    It took fifteen minutes to clean all the mess. I have to say if Zakhar was not with me I would have taken two hours to clean this stuff. But he cleaned all of it as if he was an expert. I think I'm finding new things about him. I suspected if anyone from the school had ever known so many things about him.

    "You seem to be a professional cleaner, " I told him in a dramatic voice.

    "I always used to clean the rooms whenever my sister ruined the state of a room," he said in a painful tone.

    So Zakhar has a sister?? Why I have never seen her? I wanted to ask him about her but he became so sad that I didn't dare to ask him about her.

    Lately, I've been,

    I've been thinking

    I want you to be happier,

    I want you to be happier

    "Why are you laughing? " Zakhar asked seeing me smiling.

    "Because you're an idiot," I replied trying to piss him off.

    "At least I've brain, Nance," he mumbled and my face became dark.

    "Then face this brainless girl's attack!" I said throwing a large amount of flour at him. His face became total white. Flour was all over his face, head, and body. I busted into laughter.

    "You're so dead, Nance, " He warned looking at the eggs.

    "For that, you've to catch me, " I confided him and ran for my life.

    He went to catch me. But I was faster than him. At least I thought that. He caught me after some minutes.

    "Face this, Nance," he said by throwing eggs at me.

    My whole dress was full of eggs.

    "AHHHHH! YOU PERVERT! THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME YOU RUINED MY DRESS. I'M NOT GONNA SPARE YOU THIS TIME!!!!" I screamed top of my lungs at him.

    I threw a packet of milk at him. He went to catch me but slipped on the floor which was full of milk and fell on me.

    "WHAT THE HELL, AINSWORTH!!!" I asserted angrily.

    I wanted to reprimand him but when I looked into his eyes I immediately became calm. His eyes were so intense and so deep that they will make anyone calm.

    He was also staring at me. Our faces were full of milk, flour, and eggs. And I know we're looking like a joker now.

    I felt my heart burning. This bad boy is making me feel like this. Wait a minute! Burning? Suddenly I smelt that something is burning. What did I cook? Sh*t! I immediately pushed him away and stood off the floor. I ran towards the stove and turned it off.

    "No! No! No! Please don't get burned. Please, please!" I started pleading when I opened the lid. Thank God! It didn't burn. I turned the stove off at the right time.

    "Do I have to eat this?" Zakhar said in a horrific voice from behind.

    "Shut up! You Jerk!" I said dusting off the flour from my dress.

    "NO!" I muttered looking at the state of our kitchen.

    The whole kitchen is ruined. The tables, floor, stoves are full of things that we threw at each other. We're also in mess. We looked like jokers.

    "You look funny, " He breaks out in laughter.

    "Haha! Very funny. Now ZAKHAR AINSWORTH HUNTER IF WE DON'T CLEAN THIS MESS NOW I'LL SWEAR MY MOM WILL KILL US BOTH. She loves her kitchen as you love your bike," I said rolling my eyes towards him. This made his laughter off.

    It took fifteen minutes to clean all the mess. I have to say if Zakhar was not with me I would have taken two hours to clean this stuff. But he cleaned all of it as if he was an expert. I think I'm finding new things about him. I suspected if anyone from the school had ever known so many things about him.

    "You seem to be a professional cleaner, " I told him in a dramatic voice.

    "I always used to clean the rooms whenever my sister ruined the state of a room," he said in a painful tone.

    So Zakhar has a sister?? Why I have never seen her? I wanted to ask him about her but he became so sad that I didn't dare to ask him about her.

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