Substitute Mother
Chaptre 61. Night Changes
Judith almost choked to see Jeanno approaching her with a white sleeveless top, revealing her protruding biceps, while the man's hair was dry. Replaced with glasses Judith had seen for the first time.
“You're like seeing ghost”
“It.. ehm” Judith grabbed the glass, sipped it slowly. “I just first saw you wearing glasses”
“Ah this, my eyes are actually minus, but I don't like wearing glasses. So for everyday I prefer to wear clear softlens to help my vision”
Judith mangosteen understood. “Eat sir, I order chinese food, it's okay right?”
“Yes, it's okay. No food I avoid” Jeanno grabbed her plate, ate it ravenously.
“Next Friday, will you accompany me to the office?”
Judith stopped the chewing. “Ya?”
“Not my office show. But the opening of my client's office branch, we cooperated well so I felt like I had to attend his show”
“But, what if someone else sees me?”
Jeanno laughing. “Indeed you're a ghost you can't see? Take it easy, Judith. Like I said before, there are very few people who know about Nayara's death. It's also the people I trust—even though in the end both my parents know-. I guarantee they won't know or even realize that you're not Nayara”
“I want, but.. is it okay?”
The man nodded. “Yes, it's okay. There are a lot of them who bring their partner, so I guess that's normal”
‘Except the fact that I am not her partner’ Inner Judith, who somehow suddenly lost her appetite.
**
Tyona circled every corner of her house twice, hoping to find Jeffrey there. But nil, the car keys and the jacket are also not there. Her husband is definitely not home. His phone was also left behind, it seemed like the man was leaving in a hurry. Was there a call from the hospital?
Reluctant to think negatively, Tyona decided to call poly psychiatric. But the call never lifted, when the clock showed at half-twelfth night, Tyona gave up. The woman grabbed Jeffrey's phone with plain paper. It wasn't their wedding photo like the last one he saw. It's locked with a numeric passcode. No matter how curious, Tyona refrained from trying to guess Jeffrey's phone code.
Not only was he disrespectful, but he was afraid. Afraid that the numbers would be correct, she found something that would only hurt herself.
Tyona gave up once again. Enough for today. Enough of all the nonsense he heard. He was tired, both physically and mentally. Tyona decides to put Jeffrey's phone on the nightstand, then goes into the blanket, hoping to pick up the dream peacefully. Because sleep is the only escape for now.
**
Hannah leaned over slowly as the music ended. His heart was relieved not to play, tomorrow his day off and at least he could stay away from Louis for a while and all*****buckle Victoire that made him sick.
The girl grabbed her black satin robe, as she used to wear it back in a hurry so that there was no longer a gap for Louis to look at the exposed body part. Tonight was different than usual, Hannah's feelings were bad, making it difficult for her to tie the robe on her own. It was seen by Louis, who got up from his seat and walked up to Hannah. Unfortunately, the girl was too focused on the ties of her robe that she did not realize the tall figure was already before her.
Louis's hand restrained Hannah's fingers against the robe, causing the girl to reflexively look up only to be blindly swapped with the blue sea that looked at her.
The VIP room was so quiet after the music died. The place was soundproof, so the frenetic noise from outside was not heard at all. All that remains is the roar of the breath of the two who are interconnected. One breath of nervousness, another breath of passion.
Louis raised his hand, rubbing Hannah's cheek gently. As gentle as he could so that the girl was not surprised and panicked. His long fingers rubbed Hannah's soft ranum. From a close distance, he could breathe in the scent of strawberry lipgloss that his dancers wore. I can't wait to taste the sweetness. But again, he cannot rush. If you want to get a woman like Hannah, just patience is the main way.
Louis pressed his head forward, with another hand holding Hannah's nape so the girl wouldn't back down. And indeed, Hannah did not stay away at all. Louis pulled his lips up, satisfied with the gesture without the rejection his dancer gave. The next second, Louis brought their ranum together. At first it was just sticking, but the sweetness made the foreign man crazy.
Hannah reflexively closed her eyes tightly. His free hand pushed the man's chest away, but his strength was not much plus Louis moved his lips gently, making Hannah weak. Louis was flirting with him in such a gentle way, like how Mark did that to him. The blue-eyed man was so good at finding Hannah's weak spot. Which he managed to use to make him unable to fight.
Initially a kiss, but Louis's urgent need to move more wildly. Tempting Hannah to reciprocate her fondness. Gradually, the hand that had originally revolted, now ended up draped on his shoulder. Louis tasted, bit, dominated the game until at last heard a whimper as bright as a string. As Hannah's legs relaxed, Louis supported her by lifting her waist, letting her dancer's legs roll down her waist.
The VIP room which was originally cold, is now hot by the activities of two humans in it who are like forgetting the land. Satin robes that have not been perfectly bound, have now opened again, showing a beautiful wrap Hannah's body wrapped in her dancing clothes earlier.
Louis cut off his fondling, he straightened his head, seeing how he had destroyed Hannah. His head was dizzy, his blood was boiling with arousal that had already peaked. He wanted Hannah, really wanted to bring the girl with him to reach white together.
“J-don't.” Hannah, who still had little sense left, prevented Louis' hand from reaching for the cloth on her lower body. The movement halted, Louis frowned, thinking only a step away, Hannah would fall into his arms.
“You want me just as much as I want you tonight. Then what's wrong, Hannah?”
Hannah got up, correcting her messy appearance and her revealing robe. “So just a mistake, sir. I.. I got carried away with the mood”
Louis growled, bringing Hannah's jaw closer to him. “You returned my fondling as passionate and you said it was a mistake?”
He was really offended, his pride as a man disturbed by the sentence he heard.
“T-master can do as you please, but not with that one. Please.it's the only thing I keep for my husband later”
Louis slowly releases Hannah's jaw. Then chuckled, looking at Hannah in amazement. “You've come this far, baby. And you still think you can build a perfect marriage?”
Hannah nodded, her gaze blurred by the tears that welled up. “I know I still have debt. I know enough myself to do my job until my debt is paid off. But isn't my job just dancing? There is nothing in the written contract of employment that I must satisfy my guest. And that's what I'll do until my debt is paid off”
Hannah got up with the rest of the energy she had. “Mr Louis is not an exception”
Louis laughed for a second after Hannah left him alone. He is amazed by Hannah's high self-esteem, which makes him more eager to destroy her in his grasp.
“I thought I could use the soft way, but it turns out you're the one who forced me to choose the other way, Hannah dear”
Outside, Mark several times checked the contents of his roomchat with Hannah who still did not get a reply. He should have been out fifteen minutes ago. His call to Johnny was ignored by the man. Makes Mark want to not just be able to wait.
When the look in his eyes caught Hannah's figure walking briskly towards him, Mark smiled with relief. The girl looked tired but at least she was not lacking anything.
“Darling, I thought you had pul—“
Mark could not continue his sentence because the ranum was silenced with Hannah's. The girl pounded him hastily and Mark could feel his shoulders shaking. Without retaliating, Mark turned his head away, cut off the salivary thread, intending to ask what was wrong? But had not had time to ask, Hannah had returned to pull the nape, this time much deeper and demanding. Mark was still silent, letting his lover do whatever he wanted to do now. If Hannah wants to lead the game, she'll let her. Mark just retaliates, just telling Hannah that he likes their behavior.
Within minutes, Hannah turned her lips away, fusing her forehead and nose.
“Hannah, what's up?”
The person asked did not answer directly. He just closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of Mark's breath that greeted his face. The smell of her man makes her calm. Please, whatever it is, Hannah wants to forget about what happened in the VIP room.
“Sayang?”
Hannah opened her eyes, after confirming all the decisions that had been made. He looked at his lover's brown twinkle, saw how anxiety was drawn there. In that instant, Hannah was sure the choice was right.
“Mark.”
“Ya?”
Hannah took a long breath. “Come fuck”
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