Marrying My Ex-Husband's Boss

First Night

Johan opened the door for me which embarrassed me. I don't know I thought too much yesterday to forget this.

I quickly entered, and Johan closed the door behind me. The first thing I heard was the sound of water gurgling from the bathroom. I knew he must be taking a shower.

I sat on the couch, waiting for my turn to take a shower. I don't expect anything, I just want to clean my sticky body.

I must know myself, the owner of the room does not exist. It's presumptuous that I just walked in without permission. I looked around the room that was several times the size of my room.

Here there was a soothing fragrance, making me breathe it deeply. So soothing. There are no special decorations here. The second time married I did not get a room like the bridal room in general. It doesn't matter for now either. I don't expect anything from this marriage.

I slowly removed the ornament on my head. It hurts a little when my hair is interested. I turned left right, trying to find wet wipes or anything to remove the makeup that was attached to my face. Unfortunately I found nothing.

At first glance I saw bags and suitcases lined up not far from the big bed in the middle of the room. Whose? Is he going to travel?. I saw my bag there too. My phone's in it. I wanted to take it but I was scared.

Finally, because I could not bear the fatigue, I lay down on the sofa. It feels so comfortable. I just closed my eyes, a shout came from the owner of the room.

"Who told you to come in?" The sound behind me shocked me. I also woke up from my fall. Is he some kind of ghost? When did he open the door? Does he have the science of lightening the body so that no footsteps are heard?

The man who had legitimately become my husband looked refreshed after taking a bath. Wearing dark blue sleeping pajamas, contrasted with her clean skin. Okay, he's good-looking. I don't want to admire him for a moment.

"Johan" I replied briefly. I'm still in my shock.

"Do you want to sleep in that outfit?" Shouts again.

“I don't have a change of clothes” I'm telling the truth. I don't have a change of clothes. Harris shook his head. Looks like he's gonna say I'm stupid for not bringing a change of clothes.

He pointed at the suitcase near the bed. “That's all your clothes, didn't anyone tell you?” He looked at me with an annoyed look. I nodded in response. Nobody here told me anything, so it confused me.

“Beach shower, we have to talk” he said firmly. His eyes were always sharp and terrifying. More horrible to him than his Papa.

“ Just now, then”

“No, I can't talk to someone who hasn't bathed, you look messed up” He glared at me. Both of his eyes were about to come out.

No waiting twice I immediately went to the bathroom after picking up one of the suitcases filled with women's clothes.

“Don't be long, I don't like waiting for” he said as he opened his phone. I didn't answer, I went to the bathroom.

15 Minutes later I came out of the bathroom wearing pajamas available in the bathroom. Because the contents of my suitcase are embarrassing, all the clothes are small, lacking materials and some like fishing nets. I shuddered to see it.

“What is this? You used my pajamas?” He glared again. Once this guy's tickled, just borrow pajamas shouldn't.

“I borrow first, tomorrow I wash and I return. In intact” I reply no less fierce.

“Where is your shirt?” Excited again.

“Secilance, all TK” child clothes answered me while sitting again on the sofa where I fell. “What do you want to talk about?” I grated my wet long hair so that water dripped from the ends.

“Do you not know how to dry your hair?” Again he screamed. Makes my ears buzz.

“This is still too wet, later I dry again” My answer is no less hard.

“Dry first, I don't like messy hair like that” He threw a towel right on my head. I don't know where he got the dry towel.

“If you don't dry your hair now, I won't talk and you can't sleep” Threatened.

“Yes, yes” I'm really like a child. All arranged by the Lord Regulator. I picked up a hairdryer and started drying my hair. Let her know, my hair is long, it must take a long time to dry.

“Once” Shouts again. But I don't care what he wants I've followed, if I protest I'll use his orders to strike back.

He looks upset. I saw her walking towards me through the mirror on the dresser. Apparently he plucked the hair dryer cord from the socket so that the hair dryer died.

“How long was it?” He asked while putting his hands on his waist. He looked at me with anger.

“I'm done, let's talk” I get out of my seat and walk towards the sofa. I don't want him following me to the couch.

“So, I don't mind your background, whoever you are, it doesn't matter to me. Your past is yours, I have no right to question it.” Harris paused for a moment, before continuing his words that received my full attention. “ I also do not know your relationship with Papa, Rio and Rian. It doesn't matter if you're a good woman or not. Here I just follow Papa's request. I just want you to know, I didn't make any deals. If it's a matter of matter for which you accepted Papa's offer, marry me, okay, I'll give it. I won't tie you up for years, nor will I divorce you, but if you get bored, can't stand my attitude, or you meet the one you love, tell me. We can file for divorce and you won't be short on material afterwards. Do you understand?”

I hesitated. But I agree with his proposal. I thought he'd shut me up, write a covenant letter or something. Apparently not, he's very open and I think he's a broad-sighted person.

“Okey, acceptable, but I'm a bit confused” I replied finally.

“Your mind is short”. It seemed like I was satisfying his thoughts about me, seeing his ridiculing expression.

“Look, if the definition of a good woman is a woman who spends time at home, obviously, it's not me. I wander every day to work, because money doesn't come alone to me” I take a breath for a while. My eyes were looking out at him who was still looking at me with great seriousness.

“I'm a woman with 3 children, I also don't know why I should marry you, we have never met before, so I'm not too surprised if you won't accept this easily, either, I can understand” I'm ending what's a burden on my heart. Better than hurting each other. Openness is the beginning of a relationship. Either friends, friends, or couples. But for me, the last one, it's definitely not.

“I've seen you 2 times, in the hospital and at your house, do you remember?” Harris rested her body on the back of the sofa. Looks like our first night of conversation was very interesting. Oops!

“Oh, I was wrong then, I who have never met you” I sniff my shoulders, I am completely reluctant to remember. “So you were with Johan that time?”

“Yes, that time we were in a hurry, my lover came home and I want to see her soon” She said casually but her facial expression could not be deceiving, she looked happy when saying this.

“Oh so, you love her so much, I guess” I tried to guess, no, I just said what I saw. Those sparkling eyes said everything.

“That is, until he we decided to reflect on each of us” Suddenly the twinkle disappeared, it seemed like he had been let down and lost his greatest hope.

“OK, I don't want to discuss your lover, if it will hurt you, I'm sorry but if you still love him, you have to chase him back.Foolish”, why say this? My mind slapped my mouth. I clenched my lips tightly, seeing the dark look on his face.

“I don't think it's difficult if I'm not married” He replied. Okay, all right, I mispronounced. I knew he would say that. Looks like the first night's chat ends now. Sleep time.

“Sorry, if I mess up, but I also have no choice” I end this long conversation.

I lay my body on the couch. And start closing my eyes. I let Harris, who was still sitting opposite me. I know, he's in a difficult position too. But I also don't want to make him more dizzy. At least we know each other's position. We got married because we had our own interests.

“Sleep, we still have plenty of time to talk” He goes to his king size mattress. What was I expecting? Sharing mattresses? Or just a stale base offering? No, I know myself enough. Do not exceed the limits.

Finally, without realizing it, we slept together, she was in my bed on the sofa. Sleeping in the same room.

Time shows at 5 a.m. And I'm ready to get off. Harris was still wrapped in his warm blanket. I was careful not to disturb his sleep.

When he opened the door, he heard a knock from outside. And apparently it was Johan.

“Good morning Mrs Bos” Johan smiled widely.