My husband is my Prospective In-law
Bereaved

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Still on the way to Irene's house, suddenly the direction of the car turned away from the direction it should have been.

"Where are you going, sir, you promised to take me, why don't you really keep your word?" Irene asked, especially at this time she could not fight back, because the threat of the bar owner was still clear in her mind.

"A moment, I still want to drink, not far from here there is a club that is still open. I want you to come with me for a drink, and then I promise I'll take you home" Ansel said.

Irene was rude. On the one hand, he wanted to reject the offer from Ansel, but he was very afraid that his refusal would result in his work. Irene was afraid that Ansel would report to the bar owner and that could get her fired from her job.

It did not take long, the car began to be parked right in the lobby of the club, where valet officers were already there.

"Let's go in!" take Ansel out of the car and give his car keys to the valet officer.

Ansel began to enter the club, followed by Irene trailing behind him. The atmosphere of the club at that time was more crowded than the bar that Ansel had arrived at, a bar that presented the sound of music with a bang that raised his ears, to fill the entire room. The noise made them unable to hear each other.

Ansel pulled Irene's hand, to get closer to her and bring her head closer to Irene's ear to whisper something to her.

"Let's sit there." Ansel pointed to a table with two empty chairs in the corner of the room.

After the two sat down, a bartender presented 4 bottles of wine with two glasses of glass on the table. Irene scrunched her forehead to see Ansel ordering too many drinks, 4 bottles of wine she thought was too much, because it could make those who drank it will be drunk heavily, even to the point of not being aware of what she did later.

Irene stared fearfully, looking at Ansel's grinning face towards her.

"Sir, did the drinks at the bar not have much for you? My advice, you better not drink too much, it is very dangerous for your health, Sir! Moreover, this is up to four bottles."

Ansel who had drunk three glasses of wine, already looked a little drunk with a reddened face.

"Who said I'd drink it alone. I ordered four for two for you and two for me."

Irene shook her head quickly, full of rejection. "Sorry sir, I've never had an alcoholic drink, let alone two bottles, even a small glass of this I've never tried, sir."

Ansel continued to force Irene, by pouring the wine in an empty glass that was indeed ordered for Irene. Once filled Ansel directly thrust the glass to Irene.

"Come on, you won't get drunk if you just drink a little" Ansel told Irene to obey what she asked.

"I can't Sir, my goal is to come with you just to be escorted home not to go to a club, let alone drinks that I've never tried before. I'd better go home by myself, excuse me." Irene began to rise from her sitting position, but just as she was about to step deftly Ansel grabbed the woman's hand and grasped it tightly.

"Sit down or you'll be fired by the bar owner you work for. He alone can respect me, how could you dare to go against me!" threaten Ansel who sounds no joke.

Irene was stunned by the threat of Ansel sounding non-playful. The face displayed by the man was no longer friendly. Ansel was very disappointed, to make his bead eyes more sharply staring at the face of Irene who now looks resigned. Irene sat down again, with a heavy heart.

"It's a terrible fate to have to meet this man," Irene's inner self cursed her fate tonight.

"Here drink fast!" tell Ansel in a haughty voice while thrusting a glass filled with wine.

"But Sir..." Irene still tried to refuse even with stammering.

Ansel grew more and more enraged, as Irene again rejected him.

Irene gulped down her saliva violently, and a sweat began to wet her forehead, even though the whole room was cold. Her hands trembled as she was forced to take the glass of wine that Ansel had thrust out, doubtfully Irene began to gulp down the glass of wine she had already grasped.

"Well, let's add more!" Ansel again poured wine into the glass that Irene still held in her right hand, but at that time Irene's face was still trying to neutralize the taste of the first new wine tried by her. One gulp had already made his face red. Especially when the second sip began to enter his throat, within seconds Irene began to rumble, even asking Ansel to pour wine back into his glass again.

Ansel actually managed to get the woman drunk, even now Irene had drunk 4 glasses which made Irene look very chaotic.

"Sir, it's also good to taste this wine, like orange juice," said Irene, who had rested her head on one hand, which was resting on the table.

Ansel gave a funny chuckle to hear the words of Irene who was already very drunk, so that her speech sounded unreasonable.

"Sir, I hate working in that bar, the owner is stingy, and sometimes he likes to tease me! Flirtatious, old man bangka," Irene grumbled which made Ansel even more chuckle.

Before long, Irene's voice began to disappear. The woman is now unconscious. Marvel, Reiner and Davis came to them.

"That's crazy, you're great, Ansel!" praise Marvel while grabbing the hand of Ansel who has been raised.

"Now let's help bring this woman's body up, the room on the 4th floor is booked, right?" ansel asked who still had half his consciousness, as he had finished off a bottle of wine.

"Oh boss, take it easy. Enjoy a bachelorette party tonight with have fun." The cheers of his three best friends were like cheerleaders who were supporting him at a futsal match.

Ansel began to bring Irene's body upstairs with the help of Marvel, while Reiner and Davis immediately spent 3 bottles of wine that had not been opened by Ansel.

"Eh remember, save me a bottle!" marvel said as she touched the body of Irene who was already helpless.

Marvel has booked a room for Ansel and Irene, and has even installed a hidden camera in the direction of the bed, to capture the moment when Ansel enjoyed the beautiful body that had already fascinated him. At that time Ansel completely forgot Dyra's future wife, he did not even remember a single promise he had made to Dyra, a promise to be faithful and would not hurt Dyra.

Upon arrival at the hotel room, Marvel immediately put Irene's body on the bed.

"Good night, boss." Marvel rushed out of the room, giving a pat on the shoulder of Ansel who was still staring at the door, staring with his appetite hunting, especially now that Ansel was half drunk, half drunk, so his mind is just venting all the desires that have been struggling in him.

"I always win every challenge, I never lose." Ansel grinned triumphantly and began to strip one by one of Irene's clothes, to make her beautiful body plastered in the bead of Ansel's eyes.

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