(NON) PRETEND HUSBAND
Disturbing More

Ann got out of the car and slightly ran towards the elevator in the middle of the basement room. The hour hand was already showing the number 11, and he had just returned home from dinner with Daren. Agilely, his hands began to squeeze the code towards the floor of his penthouse. Private elevators can only be accessed by residents with special access codes that are only known to them.

Ann tapped her feet on the floor several times to ward off her anxiety. On the way home earlier, a message from Kian and several incoming calls from his Papa filled the notification bar on his phone. There was no signal in the mountains, Ann even found out that Jonathan had come to dinner at his house. Why so sudden and unannounced since noon!

Tting.

The elevator door opened slowly, and Ann came out in a hurry. The lights in the whole room had changed. The dining table was clean and set up as before. The door to the room was closed tightly. Ann is tired. He's really late.

Ann finally decided to go to her own room. His whole body felt sticky, he wanted to take a bath before going to bed.

While enjoying the warm water from the shower, Ann's mind drifted to the moment when Daren had kissed her before descending on the apartment. The kiss was always hot and overwhelmed Ann. Daren can always make that kiss a precious moment. And Ann likes it.

Although she did not deny Daren often kissed other women while acting, Ann never objected. For Ann, the real kiss from Daren Thomas is the kiss with her, the kiss with love in it.

Ann raises the shower faucet lever and pulls the towel from the hanger. He dried his body that already feels fresher after performing a body-cleaning ritual. While humming, Ann came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel that she wrapped around her body.

The clock has already pointed to the number 12. Ann quickly pulled the lacy pink pajamas from the closet and put them on. He began to yawn and sleepy. Weakly, he climbed into the bed and laid his head on a soft pillow. Wait, pillow? Where's the pillow??

Ann watches the whole bed. There are no pillows left.

"Ah, miss in the room!" hiss Ann was upset. He sat down and decided to go down to get his pillow in the man's room.

Arriving at her husband's room door, Ann took a deep breath before pressing down on the door handle. Locked up.

Ann then turns to the sideboard table and pulls out a bunch of duplicate keys. But, there are no room keys in between. Ann snorted exasperatedly, when last night the key was still there! Surely take it!

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Geck! Geck! Geck!

"Kian!! I know you haven't slept yet, mop up the bouquet!" yelled Ann again, this time louder.

There is no truth from within. Ann clucked and flapped the door in annoyance.

"Kian, open! Or I'm gonna go open your door!" threaten Ann didn't lose her mind.

"Kian!"

"Yes, one minute!"

Ann smiled happily. He took a step back from the door of the room. Before long, the door handle came down slowly.

"Now!" Throwing Ann's pillow.

Ann who did not expect Kian would give the pillow by throwing it staggered backward.

Nimbly Kian reflex pulled the hand of Ann who almost fell and caught the woman's body in her arms. The pillow she threw just fell right at Ann's feet.

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