Let Me Love Your Wife (Not an Ex)
Rejecting Honesty

"Uhhhhh!

A synthetic body writhing, stretching the muscles that feel pain, but just woke from a dream. Then, those clear blue eyes slowly opened and stared around where he was. Not a bedroom bed, one thing for sure that he realized.

"Cock me here?" murmured ranum's lips, which belonged to Elle. He was amazed to find himself on the balcony of his room.

A moment later, Elle was startled with a clenched hand on her waist. Then, Elle looked down and found the figure of Maverick was in his lap. The tired-looking handsome face fell asleep while hugging him.

"Night___" Elle's inner self, kneeling at the temple, trying to remember seconds before she was there.

Elle bit her lip when the picture last night was clear in her memory. Maverick got drunk, then he walked up to him and tried to calm him down. But what happened was beyond a doubt. The man said love and kissed her affectionately. In fact, until now the distinctive bitter taste of vodka seems to still exist.

"Did he really love me?" elle said in his heart. Then, his eyes opened and looked at Maverick's face.

Long enough Elle was fixated on the figure, but in the slightest there was no vibe of love in her heart. Unlike when he was close to Reyvan. Ah, it was only that man that she loved.

While Elle was still busy imagining the first kiss she had to give up for Maverick, suddenly the man squirmed and yawned. A moment later, his eyes opened perfectly and returned Elle's gaze.

"We ... Why is this?" maverick asked in a hoarse voice, while getting up and tidying up some loose shirt buttons.

"You were drunk all night, Mom. And ... You complain of dizziness, keep sleeping on my lap. I was sleepy too, so I accidentally fell asleep." Elle's answer is a little off the mark, because Maverick hugged her last night while talking love. Then he slept on his lap until he fell asleep.

"Sorry," Maverick said, was brief and implied disappointment.

"It's okay. Mmm yes, then I make a drink first yes," said Elle as she got up from her seat.

"Wait!" Maverick held Elle's hand. "I still want to ask," he continued, standing and teaching Elle's body.

Elle was nervous for a moment, afraid that Maverick would talk about last night. What answer will she give, if her husband returns to express his feelings.

"Did I fuck up last night? Or ... might say something that offends you," asked Maverick.

Elle shook her head quickly, "No. You just ... mourn Aurora's departure. Absolutely nothing, let alone offending me."

"Of course not. That's all you do." Elle tries to smile, assuring Maverick that nothing happened last night.

"Go! Make bitter coffee!" Maverick let go of his grasp slightly violently, even with a sigh, sounding heavy and hunting.

"Yes." Yeah." Elle bids Maverick's orders and then passes away from his presence. Although inwardly caught the disappointment in the eyes of Maverick, but he chose silence. Because according to Elle, Maverick is like that because he alluded to Aurora's death.

However, unbeknownst to Elle, Maverick is disappointed that his wife was dishonest about last night.

"Actually I'm just pretending to be drunk, Elle. Although I drank a lot, but my consciousness was still normal. I want to know how you react if you know that I love you. And now ... everything is answered. There never was me in your heart. Yes ... willingly not willing, I have to divorce you," said Maverick after Elle's body was not seen again.

The man looked up and stared at the cloud-drenched sky. There was despair in her eyes full of confusion. Destiny, from the past always ushered him in the dark. Wounded by adoptive parents, lost his pride as a man, lost a loved woman, lost a child, and now again he lost the woman who began to occupy the space of the heart.

"I once thought .. People who choose to commit suicide are fools. But it turns out, that despair really hurts. I who are usually strong can be this destructive, so it is no wonder that there are many who succumb to death out there" muttered Maverick with his eyes closed.

Meanwhile, Elle was in the kitchen stirring coffee for her husband, suddenly one of the maids came and called out to him.

"Mrs, there's a phone call from Mr. Alroy. He's looking for you."

"Oh, a minute." Elle put down the spoon and brought along a ready-made cup of coffee. Then, walk to the family room and reach for the phone.

"Hello, sister," greeted Elle with some anxiety. She thought there must be something important to her that Alroy called her on the landline. Indeed from last night, he did not hold a cell phone.

"El, Reyvan, El!"

"Why Reyvan?" ask Elle quickly.

A moment later, Elle dropped the coffee in her hand. The cup broke and the hot coffee hit Elle's leg. However, he doesn't care. His mind was suddenly blank after hearing Alroy's explanation, regarding Reyvan's current state.

Seriate...