Wife Revenge Without Heirs
3. Need a Platform

"Just sleep. Make yourself comfortable."

The man with a white shirt that now looks abs stored in it that makes Alexa frown.

"You mean, sir, are we sleeping together?" ask the confused girl.

The two-storey residence where they both stand is a house known to Alexa belonging to Mahendra Adijaya. So when the guy says sleep, it means they're going to sleep together, right?

"Ha ha ...." The man laughed while looking at Alexa. "What's Alexa?" tanyanya ends hisses. "You want to sell expensive?"

'meaning?' Alexa.

The face of the girl who was at the end of this dozen increasingly looks turbid. He seems not happy to say that. Mahen also considered him like most men who did not know him?

"What?" ask Mahen again.

"Mr Mahen, allow me to go home. I have—"

"Aren't you breaking ties with parents who like to drain the treasure?" Mahen interrupted, staring right into Alexa's eyes.

The girl in the eye can only be glued. In addition to the sharp eyes of Mahen who once made him fall in love, the words of Mahen make Alexa can not be evasive.

"Ta–but ..., eum, I have a room for tonight." Alexa answered quickly after stammering.

"Are you sure you want to live there?" Mahen asked back.

The disparaging question was enough for Alexa to turn around and leave in the presence of Mahen.

"Sucks. What happened to the motel room where I took a break for the night? There's nothing wrong with that room!" Alexa continues to grumble.

"This house is here with your Alexa name certificate!" shouted Mahen.

"Whats?" Alexa screamed unconsciously. His steps stopped that second as well.

A smile of pleasure rose on Mahen's lips. A smile more similar to a grin.

But Alexa, despite being surprised and having preconceived notions about how the house could be hers, still chose to leave Mahen alone.

"Does that mean it's mine?" Alexa muttered, then sniffed her shoulders.

With her feet swinging casually on the sidewalk of the road to her inn, Alexa could not lie to herself if her mind continued to be attached to the speech about Mahen's house.

Alexa took a long breath. Trying to enjoy the air of a night so cold and quiet.

The tring!

Want to not open the hand bag grabbed his phone. There's a message from Mahen.

"That guy! Why did he become ..., like he changed? Hasn't it been since I accepted the proposal that her attitude has always been so careless?"

Unasked, his hand gave a reply to the man.

"Remember that you and Mahen are enemies."

***

"I told you I don't accept Alexa's rejection!" a shout echoed the man in a white shirt whose buttons had all been opened.

Alexa, the girl in the man's confinement is moaning. Her cries sounded soft as she felt the coldness of her naked body feeling the warmth of the skin of the opposite sex.

"Believe in Alexa. Believe that my love is only for your ka–." Breathing snorted.

The movement from his hips managed to enter what he had long craved.

"Hh, Alex–a. Like ..., how–mana can ka–mu ...." A stifled scream with ********* of enjoyment from the man further made Alexa tear up.

The girl with her arms and legs pressed on, as if she wanted to end her life that very second.it was too painful to realize that she was no longer holy.

How many rich young men have become lovers? Tasting lips was also a warm hug from his body. But as much as it is, Alexa has never given her whole body. Especially honor.

Funny also with him who lives freely, it still has a thought to save the paradise of the world for his future life partner.

And now, it had taken away what he had taken good care of.

"A–I beg you, mo–hon hen–ti–kan, Sir," he replied.

Breathing snorted. The plea was like a last breeze for the man whose face Alexa did not want to see at all. Alexa gasps each time she finishes getting a hit.

With selfishness, the man always smokes Alexa's lips greedily. Gives a sensation that (actually) cannot be rejected Alexa. One thing that makes Alexa even more regretful about meeting the man, is because his body enjoys every touch of the burly hand.

The attentive gentle touch was different from the former Alexa.

"Fuck up!" Alexa cussing. Bravely gazed into the eyeballs of the man currently above his body.

Alexa's breath is hunting. His blood flow boiled wanting to immediately finish that long night by ending his life alone. Although given a second chance, in fact Alexa still can not bear the burden that greeted him.

For a moment their activities stopped. The man looked back at his girl's eyes.

"What's Alexa?" The right hand that was on the payud*r* Alexa, switched cupped cheek with a lot of traces of tears.

"Are you tired?" ask again.

"Tired?" Alexa parroting. "Fuck all that!!" His voice went up an octave.

There was a fire of anger in his clear eyes. Who saw it certainly knows if the Alexa swear just now is not because it wants to continue the hot activity.

"It's okay." Small pat found Alexa cheek.

"I'll take a shower first" he continued. The smile did not escape the man's lips. "Remember to always be a good girl, Alexa."

A brief kiss touched Alexa's lips. Next the body of the man without a thread came down from their bed. Grab a towel on the table that has been prepared by the hotel.

With only his bare chest left, the man walked back to Alexa. His hand that had taken away the small keys immediately gave Alexa free access.

The man passed by without speaking. Alexa looked at the back of the stronger that was getting away with a gaze that was not easy to interpret.

"Curtain!" Alexa threw her spit in just about anything.

"Why should he? Why should he be the bad one??"

Alexa sits on the side of the bed. Just leave this naked body with air conditioning that keeps his inflamed body shaking.

"Why is he again??"

Alexa is crying again. His face closed, closing his eyes.

'It must be a dream, right?' muttered.

He remembered that he had separated from the man. He remembered if the message from the man had been returned. He remembered that there was no debt he had.

"How can he always destroy my hopes?" Alexa. Crying subsided.

Troubled, he tried to walk. Approaching the full body mirror in the corner of the room. He stared from top to toe.

His lips spit out laughter.

The two clenched palms were increasingly trembling as the meeting of the upper and lower teeth were getting stronger. His breath was back to hunting. Overflowing anger wants a runway.

Bugh!

Brak ....