Married Bad Boy

The Part 40

Playlist: Shut down (BLACKPINK)

A man was standing on the sand of the beach. On his handsome face perched the sunglasses to resist his glare of scorching sunlight.

He is Azri El Pradipta. No other man in the world can match his evil smile and evil smirk. He only wore short beach pants and deliberately showed off his field chest wrapped in porcelain-like white leather.

Some blond women had glanced at him with interest while whispering in awe that was not cared for by the tall and sturdy man. Her thoughts are now haunted by the shadow of Widya, her wife who promised to give her a surprise as agreed. Widya just put on a challenging model bikini.

"Aren't you swimming?"

Azri turned to his best friend, Ryan who was swimming in the sea with his target girl, Bella. Whether it works or not Ryan seduces her, but the proof is that the girl wants him to take her on vacation.

“No, you alone,” reply Azri indifferently.

la threw his gaze the other way and found Bobby sitting on a bed of cloth while smearing sunblock on the surface of Hera's skin, his fiancee lying beside him. In another corner he also saw Jhors talking to Mar Leen. Out of nowhere Ki Bum went, probably teaching his girlfriend, Lena surfing.

Occasionally Azri caught Marleen's gaze directed at her as she turned her face toward the girl who was sitting on a leisurely chair shaded by an umbrella. He was looking forward to something else so getting close to Mar Leen was the last thing he thought of.

"Currently, they are busy themselves" muttered Azri.

"What are you really waiting for? Why are you sitting there like a statue?!" bobby said somewhat shouting as he put his sunblock bottle beside Hera.

"Urus is your own business. Don't bother me," Azri replied fiercely. He began to regret because Widya never looked at herself. Don't tell me that his wife was intending to run away from his challenge?

Actually from the beginning Azri doubted whether the strange girl wanted to wear a kind of bikini. Do not wear clothes with minimal materials like that, wearing hotpants or tight tank tops in front of her only Widya never. This made Azri curious. Without excuse, his heart rate is racing faster.

"You must be waiting for your wife. Where is he going?" Bobby's voice sounded again. Azri exhaled her breath to control her emotions.

"A little while later also arrived. He's still in the hotel."

Azri's patience began to thin. In his heart he promised that if Widya did not arrive in ten minutes, he would return to the hotel and if he found Widya there he would force her to appear naked in front of him.

"Eh, look."

Bobby's voice was pointing in a direction. Azri's gaze shifted to his side. A second later his eyes were on someone who was walking towards him. He widened his eyes watching her. The girl was wearing a bikini like the one she gave Widya.

Wait, that's Widya Lavorza Anindita. Azri is convinced she is Widya despite wearing sunglasses and a beach hat.

Her back black hair is beautifully unraveling. Of course the most attention-grabbing is the curves of Widya's body that are beyond her imagination. Azri has no other suitable word to describe her except the word sexy. The bikini really beautified his wife's body perfectly.

Her slender waist that Azri had just seen this time, her flat stomach and beautiful legs that looked level despite being covered by a thin strip of beach cloth is almost transparent. Really, it doesn't look like the Widya Lovarza she's known all along.

"Wow, nice body."

Azri gasps at Bobby's comments about his wife. Was she not aware that her fiance was beside her? It was as if he was staring at someone's wife. Sure enough, Hera instantly pinched her waist.

Feel that, inner Azri was satisfied. Widya's distance and with Azri getting closer and her end the girl is standing right in front of her.

Widya is really embarrassed even though Azri's speech is right, no one cares what she wears. Many women wear bikinis and look more attractive milling on the beach. He stood up awkwardly, forcing himself to look up at Azri who was taller than him.

"I've been wearing it. How do you think?" widya asked with a sweet smile.

Azri was still glued to Widya, as if the girl was a fantasy that turned into a reality. Hurriedly he normalized the work of his brain.

"Lumayan." la involuntarily lied while observing Widya from head to toe.

However, the action was fatal for Azri, he actually found himself increasingly lured to see the sexiness of Widya's body from this close distance.

You are sexy, very, inner Azri voiced her true heart. I never knew you were this beautiful.

Widya's appearance before this is very different 180 degrees. Unusual at home, Widya only wears loose-fitting jerseys and jeans - altogether uncomfortable to look at. Her long hair was rolled up, up, it's a little messy in contrast to her tidy hair in the office - and there's always thick-framed glasses that cover her eyes if she's engrossed in reading or after crying.

Now none of that exists. Azri barely recognized the figure of the wife standing in front of her. He was grateful to have challenged Widya using this bikini.

However, Azri begins to feel uneasy by the gazes of some men who can enjoy his wife's body for free. He immediately grabbed Bobby's sweater lying near his owner. He's sure Bobby wouldn't mind if he borrowed it for a second. Azri put the sweater on Widya.

"We're leaving." Azri pulled her.

"What are you doing?”

Widya thrashed because Azri gripped her hand so tightly. His rebellion only made Azri tighten his grip. The man dragged her back to the hotel room. Mar Leen who had witnessed the scene only fell silent.

Upon arrival in the room, Azri immediately closed the door until it was locked automatically after releasing Widya's hand.

"What's wrong with you? You pulled me like a demon possession." Widya's upset.

Look at her wrists flushed now. This man never was gentle with her.

"I don't like to see you dressed like this. Did you see the look of the men?" sahut Azri is annoyed.

The way the protest sounded as if Widya was deliberately wearing the bikini to seduce the men. Widya.

"Did you forget? Aren't you the one who challenged me to a bikini?" widya Debate. Who made her wear this cursed outfit?

Azri does not care about Widya's defense. Although he was wrong, Widya was more guilty of making her feel jealous—not her satisfied seeing Widya uncomfortable wearing the shirt.

Widya shook her head in disbelief. "Basic crazy. Oh God, why would I agree to marry a man like this?"

Isn't Azri always insulting her boring clothes and her tied hair? he had to offend himself why would he accept Mahendra's offer to marry his crazy son.

Azri threw herself on the sofa while Widya remained standing.

"Now open your jacket!“ his orders with a flat face and a cold tone.

"What am I-"

"Say open!"

Azri glared at her as if to remind Widya that the challenge was still valid. Widya is still irritated, her hand grabs the sweater zipper, but Azri interrupts.

"Wait!"

"What's more now!"

"Open in a more seductive way,” his orders stare at Widya full of interest.

"You crazy?"

"Do it!"

"Why should I do it?”

Azri crossed his arms in front of his chest, his style is very similar to that of a mafia boss who told his men to carry out missions.

"This is another challenge from me!"

"Don't it have to end?"

"Until midnight," Azri said, not to be outdone, then ended the debate with a sneaky sneer.

Widya's growl got stuck in her throat.

he snorted annoyed. Damn it for Azri and his weird challenge! Seductive what is it? He never did anything so indecent. He opened the sweater zipper in a slow motion, slowly lowered the sweater over his shoulder then he let it fall to the floor just like that.

Azri held her breath as her eyes recaptured Widya's bikini-clad body.

"Damn!" his curse in his heart when he felt his pants were worn became more claustrophobic.

"Why approaching?"

Widya put on a vigilant pose when Azri was already standing in front of her. The man stroked his cheek, not poking at his words.

"Next time don't show off your body in front of a man other than your husband, okay?"

"Why?"

Widya asked nervously. Her heart almost fell from its place as Azri's face lowered, then gently kissed the bottom of her lips.

"Because I don't like.“ Azri pushes Widya slowly until her back is attached to the wall behind her.

"Widya," muttered Azri as she stroked her cheek again.

Widya tries to push Azri's body, but her power is too weak. He did not want to be seduced by the man. What she is now doing is definitely one of the ways Azri used to seduce the women she wanted to date and must admit it was a very great way.

"Why do I suddenly want you?“

Widya was surprised not to play. Azri without a cue kissed her lips. Originally just a regular kiss, but over time changed to ************** in the demanding. la thronged in the close confinement of Azri's body, the, squeezing his small body between the wall and the burly body of the man.

"Stop!" Widya flailed Azri's chest as she began to run out of breath.

The understanding Azri immediately distanced his face. They glanced at each other for a while at a very close distance, feeling each other's breaths of hunting.

"I don't know if your lips are this sweet."

Azri rubbed the surface of Widya's wet lips with her finger.

Widya looked at him with sharp eyes. "Syling man," his his his hiss growled.

Azri pretended to be surprised by Widya's reaction.

"You must have used this kind of disgusting way to date a lot of women?"

Not offended, Azri instead comforted.

"But for real, you enjoy it, right?"

Widya. Between anger and shame. His words were not wrong, he even had been lulled by Azri's kiss. But it only lasted a little while. The rest he is annoyed that Azri kisses him just to quench the man's thirst. Azri did not appreciate her feelings at all.

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