Stuck In The Wrong Marriage

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Hera slightly massaged her temple which was throbbing in pain. It turned out that the sound of the jazz music playing there could not calm the woman’s mind.

“Damn it! Why did I come to this place?” she grumbled as if he regretted ending up there. Hera should just go home and sleep comfortably at home. This is all because she followed her friend’s words. Where if you’re feeling stressed, bustling places like this club-style cafe are the best.

Bullshit! Hera didn’t feel that way.

Hera said she was going to leave but until fifteen minutes had passed, the woman in the black dress was still sitting where she was.

“This is for you, Miss,” said a man dressed as a waiter placing a glass of drink on Hera’s table.

She looked up. “I didn’t order a drink,” Hera said with a confused face.

“The man over there ordered me, Miss.” The servant man pointed at table number 5 where a man in a black shirt was looking at Hera. The man with a soldier’s haircut raised his glass as if telling Hera to drink her drink too.

Hera could have refused but there was no harm in tasting it even though she knew her body wasn’t too strong to deal with alcoholic drinks like this.

Hera raised the glass then turned to the man. With a faint smile, Hera took a sip of the drink. It’s a taste that doesn’t match Hera’s tongue. She shuddered several times.

“Hi!” The man who had been sitting at table 5 was now sitting beside Hera.

“Hello!” replied Hera in a fairly small voice.

“You alone?” the man asked.

Hera smiled a little. “I guess so before you sat next to me,” she replied making the man chuckle.

The man who deliberately brought his drink from the table then invited Hera to drink. Even though Hera really hated the taste of the drink but for some reason she couldn’t stop. The woman continued to drink her drink until it was finished.

“Hey! You seem to be very drunk,” said the man holding Hera’s shoulder, which was starting to wobble.

‘Unlucky! Why does this man’s touch make my core throb?’ Hera’s mind was confused about her body’s reaction which she felt was too much.

“I’m fine,” Hera said, removing the man’s hand from her shoulder. She tried to stand up from her seat but it made Hera almost fall. Fortunately, the man in front of her, who she didn’t even know his name, quickly caught the woman’s body.

Hera’s feelings grew even more awkward as the strong scent of musk wafted through her senses. Her whole body was hot.

‘Damn it! What actually happened to me?’ Hera screamed in her heart. She really didn’t know what was going on there. There’s no way all of this is just the effect of drunkenness.

Hera is not a person who likes drinks but is drunk, the woman has also experienced it. But Hera knew the effects of being drunk were not like what she was feeling now.

Something was wrong with Hera’s body.

“Hey! You’re drunk. Let me help you out,” said the man, embracing Hera, who was powerless to refuse.

But before three steps, they stopped.

“Let her go!”

Hera heard the deep voice clearly.

“Who are you?” asked the man carrying Hera.

“She is my mine!” he said aloud. Hera who heard this then looked up. Who is the man claiming to be her lover? Is it Jayden? Why did Hera suddenly think of that man? She don’t know, even Hera herself was confused.

Slowly, the woman’s vision was blurring, so she couldn’t see the man clearly. All Hera saw was a tall man in a black coat and silver hair.

What Hera knew for sure wasn’t Jayden.

“So get your hands off her or I’ll break your hand!” threatened the man with his deep voice that sounded terrible.

“Tsk! Damn!” The man was heard cursing softly and then let go of Hera’s body.

The man with silver hair immediately carried Hera’s half-conscious body into his arms.

“Miss, are you all right?” asked the silver-haired man patting Hera’s cheek gently. ‘How can I be okay when my vision is blurry like this?’ Hera grumbled in her heart.

“Looks like you’re really drunk,” he mumbled and without thinking the man immediately carried Hera bridal. He led him out of the cafe to his car.

“Where are you taking me?” With the remaining consciousness Hera asked. The man didn’t answer and instead drew closer to Hera. The sweet smell of vanilla wafted into Hera’s sense of smell. The scent made Hera even more frustrated. She thought he might kiss her but he didn’t. The man was just fastening Hera’s seat belt. After that he drove the car somewhere. Hera didn’t know.

***

Hera faintly felt her body touch such a soft surface. She was on the bed with the same scent as the man earlier. The scent that made Hera’s body even more wobbly.

Even her body kept sweating from the touch of the man earlier.

“Ahh!” sighed Hera. Even though the silver haired man only touched her feet. Precisely was helping Hera take off her shoes.

“Hey! Miss, are you okay? You’re sweating a lot here,” said the man, touching Hera’s forehead, making the master sigh again erotically. Wretched. The touch of the man’s hand continued to trigger Hera’s sex hormones, which for some reason wanted to be satisfied. She had never felt this way. Just a small touch makes it seem like she’s going crazy.

“Please touch me. Please!” Hera whispered, tightly holding the man’s hand.

“W-what are you saying, Miss?” The man sounded frantic. Especially when Hera put the man’s hand on her chest. Hera felt like a bitch begging to be touched.

“What the! What are you doing?” The man was shocked and immediately took his hand away from Hera’s chest.

“Shit! This is so torturous. Can’t you help me? I beg you!” Hera who was tormented with all the passion that made her body hot was crying loudly.

“B-but, Miss. You might regret it,” the man warned Hera.

“I asked for it. Please I can’t take it anymore!” said Hera again pleading.

She don’t know what the man was thinking until he just stood there, but Hera couldn’t wait anymore. She pulled the man onto the bed with Hera on top of him.

Without saying anything else, Hera dropped a hot kiss on the stranger’s lips. Even Hera couldn’t see the man’s face clearly but Hera could feel how soft his lips were. The kiss lasted long enough for Hera to feel if the man began to reciprocate what he did.

The man turned things around. With a gasping breath he looked at Hera who was very resigned.

“I hope you’ll never regret what we did tonight,” the man whispered into Hera’s ear.

After that, Hera didn’t know what happened anymore. To be sure that night he really felt she was in nirvana.

To be continued….