MUSE
DAVIN ALEXANDER'S

MUSE

EPISODE 4

DAVIN ALEXANDER'S

\~Why do you have her body if you can't have her heart.\~

My name is Davin Alexander, commonly called Alex. I'm the 3rd of 4 children. My dad is a private employee and my mom is a dressmaker. They slammed their bones to support me and my brothers.

That afternoon Papa challenged me to get into art. For him painting can not make money, it is better to take a clear direction when graduating.

“Business or accounting and once you graduate you can work immediately.” Papa threw out the registration form I filled out.

“I like to paint,” I replied.

“Do you not love with your high value!” My mother was against my decision.

“But.”

“Enough, if indeed you want to enter the art department. Don't expect a dime of money from us.” Papa ended our debate that afternoon. She left me and went back inside her room, Mama just tailed.

I crouched down to pick up the registration form sheets. Even though my facial expression was flat, my heart felt very painful.

Why can't I do what I want?

Ringtones were heard, I saw the name on my phone screen.

Amanda is calling..

Brother Amanda, senior who is 2 years older than me, is also the first love of my life. We split up when he graduated High School. At that time I was a snot child and she was a beautiful woman with a mountain of achievements. Long inaudible, it turns out he was married to a wealthy businessman, and moved out of town.

Last week he came home to this city, we met accidentally in a mall. Talk briefly and start exchanging mobile phone numbers. So we've been in touch this week. Honestly I miss him, when I found out he called me I immediately accepted it without asking much.

A lot has changed from its appearance. His once plain face is now decorated with various kinds of makeup. He used to be more modest in dress, now he looks much more fashionable with clothes and branded goods.

“Hallo, Brother.”

“How did you think? Want to accept my invitation?” ask from the end there.

“Iya I want,” I replied softly.

“Good, I sent her ticket.” Amanda's voice looks so happy.

I smiled as I closed the phone. Maybe there's still hope for me to choose an art major, I want to paint.

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The bell rang, I walked slowly to open the door of my apartment room. I wrote a small hole in the door before opening it. Amanda ran in and hit my body.

“Lock the door!” Amanda took off her shirt and jumped into my arms.

That's how we are at the moment. Friend taste girlfriend. Er. no, no, anyway. More precisely friend taste wife.

I held Amanda's body and gave her a gentle suction in each of her sensitive areas.I dropped her body on the bed and kissed her again.

“Spot, Lex.” Amanda giggled softly as I struggled to use safety.

“Cabinets.” I dragged and opened both thighs after successfully wearing the slightly sticky clear object.

I slowly exerted a strong pressure and friction, along with the rhythm of his breathing that continued to roar. The body felt hot as his skin touched my skin, giving a pleasant sensation to both of us.

“Hah.. Huh.” I set the rhythm of my breath.

After reaching the peak of pleasure I drop my body next to it.

“You should exercise, so that your stomach and arms are a little muscular. You're too skinny.” Amanda glanced mischievously at me.

I didn't speak his words and still catch my breath. I let go of my arm to be the back of her sleep.

“I'm sure she also did it with other women.” her eyes are a little smug.

“You love him?”

“Iya.”

“Then why don't you do this with your husband?”

“What do you have for his body if you can't have his heart?” answer Amanda lirih.

I was silent waiting for Amanda's story to go on, but only the silence I got. I don't think I have the right to know everything. After all, our relationship is just a mutually beneficial relationship. There is no more love in it.

A month ago Amanda asked me to move to this city. He got me into one of the elite universities. For me who have good grades it is quite easy to get into the majors I want. Then the tuition and living expenses are borne by Amanda. But on condition that I want to be his lustful.

Hid.. The effect is I'm similar to***** or a mistress. But how else? Without Amanda's living expenses I wouldn't be able to afford my pretty expensive tuition. I don't mind if people call me that. Besides money, I also get pleasure in bed.

“Wake! I'm going to college. I have a makrab tonight.” I forcefully pulled my arm which was starting to go numb.

“It's young, I want to go to college again.” Amanda put her clothes back on.

“I shouldn't have married, gone to college and known a lot of handsome men.”

I disregarded it.

“You alone, is there a beautiful girl you're appraising on campus?”

I stopped my movements, briefly flashed the white face in my mind. My white and innocent group one girl. His appearance and style really looked like an angel only. His face exploded red as he asked me to speak earlier, so funny.

“I'm leaving, here's the duplicate key. Next time do not need to knock on the door, just go in.” I threw the duplicate apartment key at Amanda.

Amanda accepted it with a sweet smile, showing off her shuffled teeth.

“The money I put in the nightstand drawer, yes.” cried Amanda.

I didn't answer and turned around to leave the apartment for college.

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I hastened my steps. At this time I began to realize that I was not only a little late, but very late for the makrab event. Someone else must have talked and had dinner.

On the way I saw the white man barging through the crowd towards the lake.

“Why is he there? Isn't makrab on the terrace of the hall,” mumbamku shriveled.

I changed the direction of my step. Now I'm walking towards where Lenna is sitting.

“Not bad.” the words I heard were softened as I stood right behind him.

“What's not too bad?” my many.

“Alex?!” Lenna looks shocked.

Looks like my question is blowing his daydream.

“Can I sit here?” my permission.

“Please.”

I jumped up and sat down next to him.

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