Brak!
"Mr. Lucas," a woman screamed in surprise when the door to the room where she was cleaning the king-size bed was suddenly opened roughly by someone.
The disheveled man staggered toward the woman, whose eyes were wide with fear.
"You shameless woman! I love you so much, but why are you having sex with my own cousin?" The tone of the man called Mr. Lucas rose.
"Sir, it hurts," moaned the woman, whose jaw was now being gripped tightly by the large hand of the man in front of her.
"It hurts? Does it hurt more than when I saw you happily playing on Dion's body? You shameless woman."
Smack!
A hard slap landed on the woman's cheek, and she couldn't hold back her tears.
"Mr. Lucas," said the woman softly, trying to endure the pain in her chin and cheek.
The man named Lucas roughly pushed the woman's body, which was currently in his room, until she fell onto the bed, and he quickly pinned her down. He roughly tore off her clothes and then took off his own.
"Mr. Lucas, what are you doing?" asked the woman, her lips trembling.
"I'm going to show you that I'm still better than my cousin."
"But—"
A second later, the man's lips kissed the woman's lips wildly, and even his hands explored the body of the woman who could only cry.
It wasn't that the woman didn't want to fight back, it was just that she knew who she was and who the man on top of her was. The man who seemed to be humiliating her was her own husband, and she had to obey whatever he did to her. It was her duty as a wife to serve her husband.
"Why are you so tight?" said Lucas as he tried to break through the woman's defenses beneath him.
However, a second later, Lucas got what he wanted, and he seemed satisfied that he had taught her a lesson and shown her that he was a very powerful man.
Lucas thrust into her repeatedly, and strangely, he felt an incredible sensation that he had never felt before with the woman he had caught cheating with his own cousin.
The woman who accompanied Lucas on his hot night tried to hold back her tears. Feelings of relief and pain mixed together in her heart. She was relieved because she had fulfilled her obligations as a wife, but she also felt hurt because her husband had treated her like a cheap woman on their first night together.
"He's asleep, I'd better go back to my room." The woman with shoulder-length hair walked away, slightly holding back the pain in her groin because last night, her husband had made her feel a sense of release countless times.
In her bathroom, she immediately turned on the shower, which released warm water. Under the shower, the woman's cries were heard once again.
"Even if he had asked me nicely, I would have given it to him because I realize that I am his wife. Mom, Dad, why is my life like this after you left me?"
***
The sun entered the large room. Lucas was blinded by the light that now hit his face.
"Shit! Who opened my curtains this early in the morning? Was it that dirty woman who dared to open my curtains? She's really stupid!" Lucas cursed as he pulled himself up and now sat leaning on the edge of his bed.
Lucas's hand slowly rubbed his aching head. He slowly remembered what had happened last night. "Last night, why did Miranda feel so different? Eh, where is she?" Instantly, Lucas's eyes searched for the woman he had made love to last night.
"What is this? Blood? Miranda is no longer a virgin, why is she bleeding? Oh shit! Did I make love to another woman? But ...!"
Lucas immediately got out of bed, put on his pants, and walked out. Lucas was looking for the person he wanted to know about, the woman who had made his hot night feel so different.
"Good morning, Mr. Lucas," greeted a man who was younger than Lucas.
"Why are you here so early in the morning?" Lucas looked at him in surprise.
"Wasn't it Mr. Lucas himself who sent a message yesterday saying he wanted to go to Miami with Miss Miranda and told me to come early?
"Miranda?" Lucas tried to remember something, as the effects of the drinks he had consumed the night before left him still somewhat groggy.
Soon, the person Lucas had been searching for emerged from the kitchen. The woman with neatly tied hair was walking with a plate of omelet she had just made in her hands.
Deg!
The woman's heart suddenly began to beat faster when Lucas's eyes stared at her intently. She knew that this was not the gaze of a man who was pleased with her services from the night before.
"Here's your omelet, Mr. Bayu." She placed the plate of omelet right in front of the man with the white glasses.
"Thank you, Kanaya. Hmm... it smells really good. Mr. Lucas, don't you want to have breakfast first? Kanaya made a special omelet for you, and I asked her to make one for me too because it looks delicious." The man immediately cut a piece and put it in his mouth. "Delicious, this is really delicious," he praised.
"Thank you, Mr. Bayu."
"Hey, you, go to my room now!" Lucas's command sounded firm.
"Yes, sir," Naya replied fearfully.
The man with glasses looked surprised. What did Naya do to make Mr. Lucas look upset with his own wife?
Naya walked towards the room where Lucas was waiting for her. When she entered the large room, Naya was startled when the door behind her suddenly closed with a loud bang.
"Mr. Lucas!" Naya turned around and saw the man she feared walking towards her.
Lucas's hand slowly traced Naya's face. Naya could only remain silent and let the man caress her face, even though she felt that it was not a gentle touch, but rather the touch of a killer who wanted to slowly toy with his victim, considering that Lucas was a mafia boss known for his cruelty.
"Ah... It hurts!" Naya groaned immediately when her chin was roughly grabbed by Lucas's large hand.
"Is that blood yours?" Lucas stared sharply and coldly.
"B-blood?" Naya suddenly remembered something. "Y-yes, I'll clean it up as soon as possible."
Lucas gripped Naya's chin even tighter while pushing her body until she fell onto his bed.
Lucas quickly pinned Naya beneath him. "Who gave you permission to sleep in my room last night? Did you deliberately take advantage of me while I was unconscious? Listen, you dirty, stupid woman! Don't ever dream that I will accept you as my wife because I am not interested in you at all. If killing you was something I could do, it would be very enjoyable," Lucas emphasized.