Sweet Scandals

Ch. 12

Go to the wedding reception the night. Attended by limited invited guests, and covered by limited media crews, the wedding reception took place like a real wedding reception. Really been arranged neatly and in such a way. But unfortunately, the event was nothing more than a mere formality to be witnessed by the public.

Axelle stood handsome and handsome in an ivory white suit. Waiting for the bride on her throne.

Supposedly, this moment was a thrilling beautiful moment. But for him, this was just part of his acting.

Yep.

Think of it as tonight, it's just acting. For mere formality. In order not to invite public attention. After all, it was common for him to act like this. So, this is nothing. It's not something he should remember for the rest of his life. And when the time comes, this charade will surely come to an end.

Amidst the camera glare, and in pairs of eyes looking, Irene stepped slowly. With a bouquet of flowers in hand, in a white dress, and a small crown adorn the top of the head. That sweet smile was engraved. Stunning every eye looking. Truly, Irene appeared like a princess of the king.

Stepping slowly through the rows of invited guests, towards the throne where a handsome prince was waiting. Her sweet smile was also engraved. To Axelle a. A smile that no one knew, stored a million irritations in the chest, behind that sweet smile.

And for the umpteenth time, over and over again, Axelle was really blown away by Irene's performance tonight. Prettier than when fitting a dress a few days ago. His appearance was so radiant, dazzling every eye that looked. No exception Axelle. The groom.

Axelle even had to swallow the saliva with great difficulty. His sight cannot be distracted. Staring straight at the beautiful angel who was stepping slowly towards him in pelaminan.

Once again, Irene unraveled her sweetest smile while looking at Axelle, who was staring at her without blinking. It caused a strange sigh that suddenly touched the heart. It caused a strange beating in the chest.

So stunned by the beauty of Irene, that Axelle did not realize the girl was extending her hand. Expect Axelle's hand to help her get on the stage.

Axelle still hasn't responded. His gaze is still fixed. Until finally stop Irene's fingers even resuscitated it. And found the girl expecting a helping hand.

"Help me. His heels altitude. I'm just afraid it'll fall." Irene whispered half a whisper.

Axelle took a few steps forward. His hands began to stretch. The sturdy palm of the hand opened in front of Irene. Slowly, Irene grabbed the helping hand. Reflexes, fingers clasped by Axelle's sturdy fingers. Lead him carefully up on stage. His grasp was released as Irene took a standing position beside him.

The two brides, standing in the bath of the king and queen a day. Witnessed by a pair of eyes. Made by many cameras. Both sweet smiles grew. A smile full of falsehoods. A smile that fools a lot of people. That smile means nothing.

Now, everyone knows, that Axelle Allardo and Irene Kinara are a couple. Because that's what they show. The false reality.

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After a series of wedding processions, which drained her energy, Axelle could not help but break down. Stretching the muscles slightly stiffened.

In the king-size bed of that hotel room, Axelle blew away her body. After throwing his suit in any place and opening his shoes. With the position of crumbling, staring at the ceiling of the room, he loosened his tie that had made it difficult to breathe and then threw it origin. It was on the floor of that hotel room. With his suit and socks.

But it seems, not only the tie that makes it difficult to breathe now. Hotel rooms are decorated in such a way, like a real bridal room. Makes it a little uncomfortable. An atmosphere that felt strange and strange to him.

Across, on the sofa of the room, was sitting a beautiful virgin. Still in her wedding dress, the girl, Irene was unbuttoning her hair. Divorce her long hair, then tidy it with her lentic fingers.

Although in a supine position, but Axelle can still catch the scene with the tail of his eyes. A beautiful view that is too dear if missed the view.

Look Axelle's eyes always watching every move Irene. Until then the girl went to the bathroom with a rest. But suddenly surprised when found Axelle's view was following. His intention to get into the bathroom was broken. He thought the man had fallen asleep. But it turns out he mistook it.

The heart that had originally begun to appear to be able to compromise it, was now suddenly anxious. Even fear began to fall. In this room there are only two of them. As a married couple in the name of a charade.

"What's the look around?" Ketus Irene looked annoyed at the man across there. The one that was originally slashing down, was now slowly waking up. With a thin grin on his face, looking at him closely. The gaze scanned him from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. Makes him suddenly goosebumps.

Oh god!

Did dirty thoughts start to penetrate the man's perverted brain? Irene's fizzle.

"Would you take a shower like that?" Axelle actually mocked Irene who is still wrapped in a wedding dress.

"Why indeed? Inside I'll open it."

"Do you want me to help you open that dress?" A nosy grin teased even he carved on his face. Just scaring that innocent girl.

"Don't fuck around?" Threaten Irene while her face looks serious. Followed by the body that began to slowly incline.

But what he threatened to wake up from the bed. Then down, his footsteps slowly began to approach. While opening some buttons on the top of the shirt. Then roll the shirt sleeve up to the elbow.

Don't tell me Axelle thinks this is their first night.

Hiii ... Irene hollered at the thought of it.

Oh my goodness ... Why Irene's brain isn't right. Why is he thinking something that is not now?

This marriage is a charade. Not more. The name of the first night, it does not apply to them.

"We are now husband and wife. I deserve you." Axelle. Means scaring.

"Just pretending. We are not a real couple. So, don't fuck around. I'm a martial arts prodigy. If you dare to mess around, then all your bones I break." Threaten Irene to scare Axelle.

Axelle chuckled, "Quite have the guts too you." Then turn around, go back to bed. Then sit on the edge.

"Little swindler. You're not my type. You cannot attract my attention. So take it easy, I won't touch you." Its effects.

"Good then. You're not my type either. You're not at all attractive in my eyes." Irene did not want to lose either.

"Good." Then raise the legs, pull the blanket, followed by the body that began to spread. Axelle's really tired tonight. The sleepiness starts to attack.

"Oh yeah, you sleep on the couch. Tomorrow, we go home. Fix appearance. Remember, your status is different now. I've asked Boni to buy you new clothes that you'll wear tomorrow." Added. Before finally tilting her body, she turned her back to Irene. Then start closing your eyes. No matter the circumstances. The drowsiness he followed.

A chance for Irene. With a slow step, he walked to the bathroom. Then go in and lock the door. It didn't take long for him to clean up.

Clad in kimono towels, he came out of the bathroom. Take a change of clothes from her small suitcase, and store the wedding dress in a suitcase. Then back to the bathroom.

Before long, he came back from the bathroom. Slowly move towards the sofa. Then sit. After stroking the hair that he had cepol up, slowly he lay down on the sofa, resting the body that feels tired . With tilted position. Backing the sofa backrest. Slowly, the eyes began to close.

Remembering the word Zaky, that Axelle is a man who can maintain privacy. Hopefully, that guy won't do anything weird. Hope in worry.

Now, the state of silence. Silent in the dim, when the room lights are turned off. And replaced with a dim light sleep lamp. Apparently Axelle hasn't really fallen asleep.

Slowly he woke up. Then turned his face away, looking at Irene who had fallen asleep, drowning in a dream.

Slowly, without making any more movement, he got out of bed. Leaving her legs in silence, approached Irene who was lying on the sofa of the room. Staring at him fixedly, with a thin smile that suddenly expanded.

I don't know what fate brought that girl into her life. The unusual incident was the beginning of the meeting. Suddenly brings a taste, which may feel strange to him.

"Is that you're that stupid?" Mumbled wailing.

Drrrt Drrrt Drrrt

Shaking the phone followed by a loud ringing sounded, finally disturbing his sleep. Irene's closed eyes slowly opened. Then Axelle was standing across. Look at him carefully.

Suddenly, Irene woke up. Then suddenly panic, amid the fear that began to ambush. Moreover, when he realized the room was only illuminated by the dim light of a sleeping light. The dim atmosphere of the room actually adds to his fear. Even breathing began to feel tight.

Irene was scared to death. Naturally, because this was the first time for him to be in a room with a stranger. Naturally, if various bad thoughts flashed through his mind.

While Axelle, looking at Irene's terrified expression, chose to move away. Back to bed. Then reach for the phone on the nightstand featuring one missed call from Clarissa.

"Sleep. I'm just wondering, aren't you cold? Is the AC too cold for you?" Kill Axelle. Realizing Irene was still looking at him with a look of fear.

Irene shook her head quickly, "I'm not cold. Don't fuck around, huh? Don't try to get close. I could've wiped you out tonight."

Axelle chuckled at Irene's threat.

"Is your guts that big?"

Irene throbbing. Then back to lying down. This time it's Axelle across the street. Hiding his face deeply on the back of the sofa. I hope tonight will be over soon.

TB