Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

269. Requesting Assessment

"Where's the story you made? I'd like to try to read a chapter" said Arga asking me.

I opened the file that was there, then gave it to Arga.

"Let's have a positive effect. What is lacking" I asked him.

Arga nodded, then began to read it in a soft voice.

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The sound of music rang out in the room. Some people were dancing, both women and men. The dim light makes the atmosphere there become lively. The claustrophobic aroma of cigarette smoke, stinging perfume, and also drinks into one, but did not make a woman who is now sitting enjoying the wine in her hands immediately move. He only flicked his hands occasionally in front of his face, as the cigarette smoke coming from the man to his left was directed at him.

The twenty-three-year-old woman just kept quiet while enjoying the drink at hand. He ignored the distractions that he often got from male visitors who were there. His mind was in a state of turmoil right now, feeling disappointed by what he saw this afternoon.

The drink that was only half in his glass now he was gone. He handed the glass to the bartender who had glanced in amazement at her beauty.

"What do you see? Added drinks!" he said while glaring sharply to make the bartender man now stop staring.

The woman smiled happily as the glass in her hand was now fully filled again.

"It's so pretty" murmured Clara Grim looking at the glass with red water in her hand. He smiled wryly when he saw the beautiful color, not always beautiful to be the main, in fact he was defeated by an ordinary woman who was a doll this afternoon**lover.

Clara changed her seat, staring at a man who was next to her. A half-old man with a cigarette on his lips looked at Clara with an interested smile. Both of his eyebrows moved up and down quickly, making Cla look at him lazily.

Cla now turned towards the right, where a three-headed man was sitting just like himself, a half-empty wine glass he lifted in front of his face. Cla smiled, and she did the same. Rather than the man on the left side, the man on the right side looked extremely attractive!

Cla scanned the man from top to bottom. A neat suit with the buttons of the top shirt open makes the fur on his chest look a little. Instantly his mind could guess with other things that were behind the white shirt. Cla smiled to himself as his mind began to misbehave

"Hey, see the color of this drink?" Ask the guy. He just smiled while nodding his head.

"The color of the wine in my glass is very pretty, right?" ask Cla again. The man nodded again.

"Then what about me? Am I pretty?" Cla looked seriously at the man before him.

"Yes, you're so pretty."

"Do you want to spend one night with me?" Cla's mind was contaminated with something else, he was already in his right mind by saying that to a foreign man.

Cla approached the man until their faces were one inch apart, playing a maroon-red tie that stuck to the neck.

"You're handsome enough to be the father of my son. Are you willing to spend the night with me?"

The grin on the man's lips was so seductive that it made a slightly drunk Cla smile.

"You have to pay a lot for my seed!" The man's hand stroked Cla's white cheek.

Cla smiled wider. He pulled the tie down until their distance grew thinner. The roar of breath both felt warm to each other in each other's skin. The bartender and the half-old man who was near them now turned their faces away because the man and woman seemed to have this world just the two of them. Kissing each other without seeing the environment.

Cla distanced herself by pushing the chest of the man who had just had a hot kiss with her. The corner of his lips he let get wet made the man want to*********** again and again. Sweet.

The man smiled back. "You doubt me?"

Cla shrugged both of his shoulders. "How do I know, we just met!"

"Then why do you want to spend the night with me? I'm just a stranger."

"You're handsome! That's enough for me, no other reason! Don't ask me too many more questions if you want to be with me, or I'll find someone more handsome than you!" said Cla.

The man grinned, he pulled Cla's waist to go somewhere else.

The sound****** and moans are heard in a room, the room lights that highlight from the ceiling of the room do not stop the activities of two people in the room. Heavy sighs gasped for each other to accompany the movement of the man under the blanket up and down with intense movements.

Outside the cold air and lowering snow, making frozen leaves until visible ice circles on each strand. However, in contrast to the situation in the room, it was too hot so that the thick blanket covering their bodies was now just slung on the floor.

The sweat from their hot game was pouring from the neck to the chest, but both of them were still too excited to spend the night together. None of them wanted to end the game, until finally after a long time the game ended accompanied by a typical sigh that sounded satisfied.

Cla looked at the handsome man who was now sleeping beside him. The hot game they had just done made the area under his stomach ache.

Cla got up from his sleep, half lying down with both elbows propping himself up. He smiled amusedly mixed with regret. The effects of the alcohol that had been rampant were now gone. How could he do a hot night with a stranger?

‘Cih! All because of that caterpillar!’ he was annoyed to think of someone.

Cla now rose to bear the pain that he felt for the first time. He walked slowly grabbing the clothes that were lying on the floor and put them on.

The wallet on the nightstand he reached and issued five thousand dollar bills, that's all the cash he had. Not to forget he wrote the memo behind the check sheet he always carried in his bag.

Cla walks out of the hotel and stops the taxi. He leaned his head that was still a little dizzy from the drink. His body feels tired. Clas closed his eyes for a moment.

A man now awakens from his sleep. Feel the bed next to him that has been empty. It was no longer warm, it seemed like it had been a long time since the woman had left.

Yvan immediately sat down, rubbing his face with both palms. His gaze was fixed on the thing above the nightstand.

"Damn!" as he read the writing on the paper. He squeezed the paper hard to formless tangles.

"Basic jal*ng! She thinks I'm a call guy?" His snoring while scattering the sheets of money that Cla left behind. The money sheet is now scattered on the floor without any intention for him to take back.

With a deep sense of annoyance, the man got up and grabbed the clothes on the floor. One by one he wore, until when he was wearing a shirt, his gaze was fixed on a red stain on the sheet until his hands could now only remain silent.

'She's still a virgin? Shit!' speak once more.

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Arga finished reading it, he shook his head after reading the chapter.

"how?" ask him.

"It's very clever of you to make a story" he said, giving him his thumb.