Just My Ex Husband
Part 8 - One night stand

I was unconscious, but I felt a man carrying my body into the car. I'm sure that guy was just as drunk as me. Moreover, he spent more bottles of wine in front of the bartender table earlier.

I don't know where I was taken by him?

What is clear is that now I entered a luxury apartment, even more luxurious than the apartment class Frans had.

That guy looks good. I have to admit his face is quite handsome, even more handsome than my ex-husband. He dragged me into the room, then hugged me tightly, even so tightly as to fear loss.

I could feel his breath blowing on my shoulder. The unconscious me easily enjoyed the man's touch. The same touch and treatment Frans gave me before we parted.

After hugging, she started touching my lips. Kissing my lips for a moment, until it turns into a hot kiss that I find hard to let go of.

Stupidly I was easily carried away by the hot atmosphere he gave me, my level of consciousness at that time was probably only a few percent. Plus my body, which misses the touch of a man, makes me unwittingly enjoy every touch of the man, but that doesn't mean I'm free to play with any man.

This incident happened humanely, it is difficult for me to reject it, because we are equally controlled by our own passions.

Moreover, the appearance of his face is quite beautiful, making me more lulled by it. He carried me through pleasure, like forgetting all the problems we had.

The man took off the dark green dress that I was wearing, then threw my shirt everywhere. We also fight in the sweat of pleasure.

Let it all happen, let it all pass, for my body wants it too. Moreover, I am only a barren woman, it will not be possible after this I became pregnant because of the actions of a man I do not know.

Ahhhhhhhh

My brain is completely lost control. Moreover, the body of the man was very very sexy. There was a tattoo that decorated from the shoulder to the right arm, it further added to my passion that night.

I have to admit this guy's game is very different from the one Frans gave me. He more gently set the rhythm of his lovemaking activity, making me more lulled to let his body continue to linger with my body.

The man explored my body. Starting from my forehead to my sensitive point, it makes me jump full of pleasure.

His face looks faint. Maybe the lights in the apartment dimmed, as well as the effects of alcohol that had poisoned both of us.

It's been about two hours we've been struggling with sweat, feeling a very different kind of pleasure, which I haven't had from my husband before.

This kind of bed activity drives me crazy, being treated as gently as this makes me want to go again and again, until two hours is not felt.

We finally felt the end of unparalleled pleasure, before long we found the climax point of each. Our breath was stinging, sweat was pouring out of our bodies.

I tried to regulate my breathing, so that more oxygen entered my body that was already feeling weak.

She hugged me tightly, then called me by the name of the woman I did not know.

"Don't leave me again Claudia."

After saying that, the man lay weakly with his eyes closed unconscious. Hugging my body that was still not wrapped in a thread, just the blanket I used to cover my body after our hot activity.

Finally our eyes closed, feeling immeasurable fatigue due to the heat activity that lasted for two hours.

The man's breath was already blowing regularly while clutching my body full of possessiveness, like fear of loss, like fear of me leaving him.

My consciousness was beginning to return, but my eyes were powerless to stare at the man beside me. Though I was anxious to see his face clearly, but the fatigue that whack hard I was washed away until I was carried away by the dreamland.

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At about four in the morning, I woke up and woke up. Still with the condition of the body without a thread.

Slowly I let go of the embrace of the man who had made love to me last night, so that he would not wake up.

It turns out that it's really not Frans, but somehow last night my brain was not able to work properly?

As if Frans and I were still in a husband and wife relationship like before.

Is it because I am too depressed after divorce?

Or am I still in love with Frans?

I don't know I don't understand.

Lord...

Not yet my idyllic period runs out, but stupidly and recklessly I make love to another man.

I endlessly cursed myself, but wait why did this man call me Claudia last night?

Does he feel the same depression?

We feel the loss of the same person we love.

I would love to get out of bed and leave her immediately, but let me enjoy the look of her face first which is quite soothing.

Either be grateful or happy, because I can make love to a handsome guy like this.

If I were to draw her face, of course all women would scream hysterically because of her good looks.

His eyebrows were thick in black, yet still in a regular line. His nose is sharp like a sculpture of a Greek god, his lips thin red with brown, probably due to too much nicotine he sucked.

His eyes, I can't describe clearly. Because, he was still closed with regular breathing.

Looking at the burly arm decorated with tattoos from the shoulder to the upper arm, made me want to wander spoiled there. But, that's not possible for me to do. Because, the most appropriate choice at this time is to go from his luxury apartment.

I did not want him to recognize me after his consciousness returned, then I immediately got off the bed with a sagging step so as not to disturb his sleep.

Immediately I put on my clothes that were scattered on the floor due to our heat action last night.

After neatly wearing clothes, I saw my phone from inside the bag, it turned out to be a lot of incoming calls and some whatsapp chat from Bella.

...[.Bell]...

I'm at home. Nungguin you pick up late

Lo where?

11.30 pm

Damnit damnit! It's only fitting that last night I found Bella did not meet, it turns out she had gone home first, and ironically I had to be trapped in one night stand.

I immediately ran to the bathroom to wash my face, so that my face looks fresher. Then as soon as I could get out of the apartment I didn't want to remember for the rest of my life.

Let's just say that last night was a nightmare that required me to wake up immediately and return to the real world, precisely back to Bella's house to resume my goal of coming to Jakarta.

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