Bed With In-laws
Bed with In-laws

A woman looks slowly. He reached out, denying the glare from the sunlight coming through the glass window. The gray curtain was apparently not covered perfectly, so the sunlight managed to enter the room and disturbed his sleep.

“Ahh, glare,” inner woman who is slowly coming down from the bed.

Her hands stretched out beautifully, grabbed the bathrobes on the floor, then put them on quickly. The level, white, smooth legs stepped forward with a slight shudder, as if holding something piercing in his body.

“Obviously this is the first, but why did last night get wild like that?” he murmured softly, staring at the view of the beach and the sea from behind the glass window.

Memory stored randomly, start to be arranged. About four hours have passed, five hours, six hours, seven hours. The pieces of each memory are arranged every second, as well as the minutes he passes.

From the bar to the hotel. From ordering a cup of cocktails, to getting drunk and spending one night with a foreign man he doesn't know at all.

In the western countries where he lives, spending one night with men may be natural, even if they are single. But what if his status as a wife or husband of people? Cheated on?

Azalea Ottmar, a 25-year-old mixed middle eastern woman. A well-known presenter on a variety show, she is also the wife of Julian Walter. But his status as a wife does not seem to make him regret his crazy actions last night.

“Ugh... Fast! Faster, Please!”

The words spoken from his own lips, for some reason it was the only thing that continuously overshadowed him. Even as he moved from his previous position, he went to make a cup of coffee. His eyes were sidetracked for a moment. Looked at a man without clothes was sleeping on his stomach in bed.

I don't know who that guy is?

It seemed like Azalea had to immediately ask him a question as the man's eyes blinked. Remembering, they did just that without safety, even in a few rounds.

“Damn, I’m so crazy!” he muttered as he turned away to immediately brew a cup of coffee.

Monaco is the second smallest and most populous country in the world. With an area of only 2.02 km², Monaco presents views of the sea and mountains that combine quite beautifully. Although not one of the paradise of the world, but this country became one of the most popular tourist destinations in Europe.

Likewise, the woman called Zea. He had always wanted to spend his summer holidays here. At least, the goal has been achieved. He also spends a hot night with a stranger.

After brewing a cup of coffee, Zea settles down on the sofa that happens to be by the bedside. The look in his eyes continued to be on a man with long hair that was loosely covered half of his face.

Her hair length .. Maybe it's about a boat. I'm not sure because he tied it up last night, but ….

Zea was still watching the man closely. As if not wanting to miss the moment when the man woke up. Until a few minutes later, he saw the man's eyes twitching slowly.

“So, where are you from?”

It was the first sentence that came out of Zea's mouth, no matter the foreign man had fully awakened or not. Sure enough, the man tried to get up from his prone sleeping position in a daze.

“Em ... ugh! For a moment,” interrupted the man who then rubbed his face and pulled his hair back. Before he finally turned his head to look at Zea and continued his sentence.

“So, why did you ask ...” her sentence was held for a few seconds when she saw Zea's increasingly sharp gaze on her.

It seemed like he could guess, if the question that Zea was about to raise was likely to make the cup in the woman's hand float towards him.

“I mean .. come on, we're all grown up. After all One Night Stand while drunk is a little commonplace in western countries and Europe, right?” he continued without taking his eyes off.

Yeah, Zea was forced to admit the man's words were not easy to argue with. However, he could not rule out, if they had gone through a hot night without that ‘safety.

“Hem, you're right. But we do that without safety, even many times,” ketus Zea who averted her eyes, staring at the contents in the cup.

"Wealthy people are easy to buy fake identification. So for what?" Zea went back to sipping coffee while throwing her face away.

"Where do you know?"

"Hour hands on the table." Zea glanced over the nightstand that was right beside her seat.

"It could buy one Ferrari. Do I also need to mention the price of the belt, shoes, also the clothes you wear?"

Hearing Zea's words, the man was briefly stunned, before he finally smiled and got up. His gaze was quite sharp, with definite steps he walked closer towards Zea.

Then, he bent down, put both hands on the wood that became the frame of the sofa.

"Embassy 40th floor Nine Elms, London. You have to remember it well because I won't write it down on paper" he replied casually with a focused eye glare staring at Zea. Then re-stretched his body.

GLAKES!

Zea swallowed her coarse saliva, before finally continuing her question.

“What is your job?” continued Zea with a heart that began to beat fast because their residence was close.

“Yeah, it's just a small business,” replied the man casually.

“Oh, okay. I can't see it's small with the brand of stuff you wear.”

The man only looked at Zea, when Zea could not believe his words about the effort he had set up.

“Jadi ... what is it?”

“It was just a foreign exchange buying and selling effort and transfer between countries.”

“Money Changer? Nesh?” Zea tried to guess some companies engaged in foreign exchange buying and selling.

“Nesh. Yes, exactly.”

“Don't say ... You're talking about Darion Walter?”

“Yes, it's me. Nice to meet you!” The man smiled, then thrust his hand wanting to shake hands with Zea.

However, the girl was actually very surprised by the man standing in front of her. So shocked that he got up to his feet quickly and accidentally dropped a white cup filled with hot coffee.

PYARS!!

It spilled heavily on her smooth white thighs and legs, before eventually falling and breaking on the floor into pieces.

What made him so surprised? What is the status of a man named Darion?

...☆TBC☆...

Shadow in the shadows! Got a model-in-law like this. Bayangin only yes, do bablas 🤭

Enter the shelf first, tomorrow continue again ....