Only a Substitute Wife
4. The name I mentioned

The large clock in the middle room continued to clang. Until twelve o'clock exactly, the big clock makes a loud noise that indicates midnight has begun. If usually many people have slept soundly in his room, unlike the case with Clara who is currently still seen pacing in the living room.

Many times he looked towards the front door as if waiting for someone to come.

Stupid indeed. Earlier this morning he said with excitement that he would not take care of the man's life. But what now? He even looks very worried when the husband who never came home.

In that dark living room, Clara who was still pacing around with an anxious look. Somehow he had to feel something like this in people who didn't think it existed at all. It is better to sleep in his room quietly.

Didn't the man himself tell her not to take care of her personal life? But why is it like this now? What's wrong with her?

“It's really weird. Why should I care about him? But, it's very late. Why hasn't the guy come home yet, anyway? Maybe he was late at the office? Or maybe he even went to play with another woman?” clara Mumbles.

Clara gave a rough breath.

“Better I go to bed in the room, rather than waiting unclear like this,” muttered Clara while walking up the stairs.

However, only his footsteps climbed the third ladder, before long his steps stopped. For some reason, her heart was so shaky that she did not wait for her husband to come home. Is this the feeling of a wife when her husband does not come home?

Clara walked back to the living room and sat there. He bit his finger to think whether he should just sleep or wait for Keenan to come home.

“I'll be waiting for him in an hour. If he hasn't come yet. I'll go straight to the room and sleep,” murmured Clara.

However, because of his drowsiness is quite heavy. Slowly he began to close his eyes.

The sound of music is loud. The disco lights twinkled along with the agility of the bodies of the people dancing in the midst of the bustle of a club. The women in sexy clothes were flocking to the club. The condition in the middle of the club room, unlike the state of one of the rooms that look not as crowded outside.

In the room, four handsome men were enjoying a drink in front of them. The three men are seen together with the woman they hired. However, it is different from a man who looks alone.

“Tumben Young Master Gibson is unaccompanied,” quipped a man with blond hair, Vincent Radi Wyman.

“Hei, Vincent. Don't gitum dong. This young master is married. So he does not want to play with other women besides his own wife,” chirped a man with the eyes of his cat, Rafael Noman Xavier.

“You two, stop. Do not disturb Keenan continue,” interrupted Darel.

All that was said was a silent sip of a drink in his hand. His three friends looked at him in confusion.

“You think of your wife?” ask Darel suddenly.

Keenan widened his eyes when he heard the question that was thrown at him.

“What?! Don't fuck around, Darel. Thought about? Cih, for a second I didn't think about the woman,” argued Keenan.

Keenan then got up from his seat. The three men looked directly at him.

“Where are you going, Keenan?” ask Rafael.

“Exit,” Keenan replied coldly while exiting the room.

The three men immediately looked at each other, especially Vincent and Rafael who were quite surprised. Seconds later the two clapped loudly. They knew what Keenan meant was that he wanted to hire a woman and take her to bed.

“You're right. I had thought that if Keenan again had a disease so he did not want to be approached by women,” said Rafael.

Darel was silent. He knew very well that the current Keenan only wanted to avoid the question from him earlier. Of the three friends of Keenan, he was the one who knew Keenan the most, because he and Keenan had known him since they were children.

Outside the room, Keenan was walking towards a room he had booked. He opened the room and saw the woman he had hired. The woman was quite beautiful, let alone her wacky body was clearly visible with the lingerie worn by her. The lingerie looks so transparent that it shows her underwear.

The woman walked with quick steps towards Keenan. The seductive look he gave Keenan.

“I didn't expect to be used by Young Master Gibson. Not even paid I would still want to. Young Master Gibson is my dream,” he said as he stroked with a sensual Keenan chest.

Unfortunately it can not make a Keenan horny. Even when the woman was completely naked in front of him could not arouse the lust of a Keenan.

For some reason he suddenly saw the woman in front of him like Clara. That left Keenan confused. He shook his head quickly.

“Young Master, You why?”

The woman held Keenan's chest back. Keenan opened his eyes. The surprised look he showed when in front of him at this moment was really Clara.

“Clara?” get Keenan

The woman looked confusedly at Keenan. Why did he suddenly mention another woman's name?

Keenan walked over to the woman. As he wanted to kiss her, Clara's face appeared before him. He immediately pushed the woman's body and left.

“Young Master! Where are you going?!”

Keenan didn't bully him. He just threw a lot of money at the woman and got out of there.

Keenan walked into his car. His mind is in chaos at the moment. How could he even see Clara's face? More amazingly, why was he suddenly even aroused when he saw Clara's face?

“Akh! It is crazy! Really really crazy. I seem to be out of my mind at the moment. Maybe because I drink a lot? How can I see the face of that substitute girl in front of me?” muttered Keenan with a face full of anger.

He shook his head to wake himself up. His intention is not to return to his home at this time. He doesn't want to meet Clara. I don't know, the feeling was so bad when he met Clara. He was very angry to see the woman. I don't know why he wanted to see his face. He really doesn't understand what's going on.

He is currently driving his car to his house.

Keenan pulled out his car and immediately got into his house. Of course he had a spare key to his house, so he didn't have to press the bell to get in.

When he entered his house, his steps suddenly stopped. Keenan's gaze was straight ahead.

Precisely towards a woman who was lying soundly on the living room sofa.

For some reason, he was glued to the woman. His feet did not want to go from there. He continued to look at the long face of the woman who had fallen asleep quietly.

Keenan gulped his saliva with great difficulty. A hard-to-interpret feeling suddenly urged him. “What happened to me? Why can I be like this just because of that woman?”