Forced to Marry a Prostitute
episode 3

Darren Pov

That night I accidentally tapped into a club. After the office, somehow my heart said it had to stop right in front of the club. I didn't wait long to get out of my car and rush inside.

With lighting that is not too bright but still clearly visible people passing by in there. I'm holding my body in the chair that's available there. Before long the servants came over in slightly open clothes. I'm used to seeing it because I come to a place like this a lot. While I was feeling bored and reminded of my late wife, I always came here just for a drink. And forget about the problems.

My gaze was fixed on the chair in the corner, I saw someone making out there. I rubbed my eyes, what was wrong with my eyes. Because I see a figure who is not foreign to me. He whom I saw looking back at me, our gazes clashed. I really can't believe what I saw at the time.

I turned my eyes in any direction, I didn't want to see that woman. Yes, what I saw was a woman so beautiful, she looked so much like my wife. Long time I was at the Club because it was just showing at 22:15, I just realized that the woman had disappeared from the corner. Why was I curious about him. Who's the lady?

I was surprised that the woman was right next to me and she was looking at me. Truly the woman who is now near me is so similar even like a betel in two.

The woman poured the drink into the glass I ordered, then gave it to me. The woman gave her smile. I didn't even blink a bit. I'll drink it until it's not left.

My head was a little dizzy because it had been a few glasses that I drank, my vision began to dim.

When I woke up, I was shocked. I am not wearing clothes. "Where am I?" In a state that was still a little dizzy from last night, I remembered that I drank too much to the point that I lost my consciousness.

"You're awake." The woman I was with last night is still with me.

"What are you doing?" tanyaku. He smiled without answering.

"You were so mean all night, that I was overwhelmed." The woman chuckled while looking at me.

"Are you heartbroken? The woman who left you will be sorry. Because you're the greatest man I've ever known," he said, holding his back in front of a mirror. Her wet hair still left water falling from her booth.

"Do we do it?" I asked because I still couldn't believe what I was doing with him.

"Look at your shirtless state, do you still not think we have done it" the woman replied casually. Like there was no burden in his life. Even I think he can work the other way, not having to sell his body.

I feel so guilty for my late wife. I never did it with another woman, even though Kania had been dead for two years. I stayed loyal to her, a lot of women teased me while I was at the Club. But why was I able to do that last night with her even when I first met her. Because she looks so much like my wife. But, ah impossible, this is the influence of alkhol. That must be what made me feel guilty.

The woman took my pants and she took the wallet that was in that pocket. I kept watching him without saying a word. He took some money out of my wallet. Then put it back in my pants pocket.

"I took my ration, huh?" While wagging some of the sheets right on his face. The woman just left, but before long she turned her body that was already in the doorway and said.

"I've saved my handpone number on your phone" he said, then left.

I'm still in bed, I'm breathing a lot of oxygen. Trying to forget last night. I curse myself, why can I be this fool. Doing it without love. And that was the beginning of my meeting with him.

I think it's noon, it's time for me to go home. I have to go to the office too. There's a meeting today with Clain important. I rushed into the bathroom, I reflected in there. How surprised I was to find my body full of kiss marks on the chest up to the neck. How'this? There's no way I'm going to the office under these circumstances.

Again I had to cancel my meeting with my business partner. I sighed how sorry I had come to that place. If I could control myself, this would definitely not happen. But the rice has become porridge, I can do nothing but do my work through online.

I threw my body under the shower to clean the traces of the woman from my body. After feeling clean, I look back in the mirror staring at my reflection there.

"I'm sorry my wife." I don't feel the clear liquid falling from my eye. I really am a sinner.

I came home that day too. Don't forget I told my son who was away with my mother. My resting place is quite far away, now my son and mother are there.

I also told my daughter to take her mom to pick them up.

My son often asked me where his mother was. Now I can get that woman to pretend to be her mother instead.

No need to worry about my daughter's condition anymore due to frequent hunger strikes. Because he always wanted to meet his mother. I finally found a figure for me to introduce to my daughter.