“Too late, Rin?” The man standing by the glass wall turned around to see the presence of Maureen who had just closed the door to the room.His face looked tired. His jaw was covered with faint sideburns that seemed to have not been shaved. The dark bags under his eyes were thickened.“Sorry, Mr. Darren.” Awkward with the atmosphere that had developed between them after days of no direct interaction, Maureen emphasized, “Isn't the late business the responsibility of HRD? You can check through our supervisor.”Actually, from the beginning, there was no interest in connecting Maureen's work with Darren directly. There was a layered hierarchy between their positions.Besides, Maureen was more inclined to curse herself because she'd also gotten Ben into hot water with the HRD for last night. The young man's explanation of a possible post-traumatic sexual disorder was met by Maureen's laughter and challenge.Yes, Maureen laughed at the different types of disorders Ben mentioned and question
“Wanna play on the floor?” Darren pulled Maureen's pants back up, closing each button in the appropriate hole, ending with a brief peck on the corner of her temple.“Well no, Uncle!” exasperated Maureen as she eased the casanova's slightly struggling movements until they were sitting cross-legged, facing each other.“You're getting cute.” Resting his elbows on the tips of his knees, Darren looked at Maureen's astonished face that was easily replaced by laughter. “You were refusing, now you're protesting to get it done.”Bending slightly, he handed over a series of metal objects connected to a hanger with Maureen's name beautifully embossed on the leather.“What are these?” Maureen was stunned when the man before her forced her palm open and accepted the keys.“House keys,” Darren called out along with a short address that Maureen recognized.Maureen knew it was a house key by the shape of it. Apartments in midtown were still a rarity. But houses? Where was a midtown house for under a
“Why are planetary humans looking at you all the time?” asked Anne as she approached Maureen's desk to hand over the other requested data. She noticed Wahyu's annoyed look every time she passed in front of the cubicle.“I don't know. I have a crush,” Maureen replied, not wanting to jump to conclusions and staying focused on the laptop screen in front of her.She didn't really care what the head of her division thought as long as everything Wahyu saw remained a secret to the rest of the office employees, though it didn't guarantee that the socialite man's conversations remained within her safe domain.“Uh, ya. Do you want to accompany me shopping after work?” Maureen changed the subject as she took the folders from Anne, who had chosen to sit next to Maureen on Ben's stool.“Won't you treat me?” Anne's habit seemed to be a sycophant in Maureen's eyes when dealing with shopping.What woman doesn't like shopping? Especially if it's near the end of the month. Maureen could praise God this
"Finally...," Iqlima carried Ammar towards the trellis fence that slid easily, "Abi's here!" she exclaimed as the car roared into the courtyard.Two people followed from inside the house to meet the driver who had just gotten out of his big car. Ammar moved in the arms of the woman who approached, while Iqlima took over the luggage of the driver who was none other than her husband."I thought we'd be working overtime if we came," teased the girl, the youngest in Darren's family. Her sister's overall look was covered up, but her style choices were similar to Maureen's habit of keeping up with trends.Darren thought about his promise to Maureen that he had to miss because of the impromptu news from the family group message. "I'll work late too," he argued."Habit!" Darren's younger brother, who was seven years apart, elbowed his brother in the stomach, then pointed out Iqlima's return to their midst. "There, Teh Ima arrived first.""Have you eaten?" Darren switched to wrapping his arm a
Maureen thought shopping with Anne would take the edge off her frustration with Ben. He kept forbidding her to see Darren and threatening not to help if anything bad happened to her again.As it turns out, even being in Darren's mansion fuels her anger.Since arriving, Maureen has been preparing a romantic room; the bed is covered in new sheets of soft silk and fragrances fill the room. She was also willing to cook even something as simple as nasi uduk and various side dishes that could be provided in a short amount of time just to elevate herself above the man's wife. Only then does Maureen clean herself up, making sure she is fully dressed in the red transparent lace underwear that can ignite a man's passion.But where was the inviter? The owner of the house who had given Maureen the key had not yet arrived even though her cell phone display showed it was almost midnight.The food had gone cold. She ended up alone in boredom.“Damn Uncle!” Maureen kept swearing in annoyance. The cut
“Ririn? Rin?” Darren tossed his coat onto the sofa after seeing the dining room, which was not separated from the living room, in disarray. Ceramic tableware is scattered shapelessly across the floor, and the sight of dried blood trickling into the master bedroom makes Darren even more anxious.All night long his cell phone had been confiscated by the youngest, Liara, because Darren was considered too devoted to work even in the midst of a family that was chatting with each other, especially since Maureen's number that he saved under the name of the advertising division kept calling. He really couldn't do anything about it.What had happened to Ririn? The question kept repeating in Darren's head until he found his beloved still asleep in the middle of the bed, he could exhale with relief.Maureen's pose on her back without a single thread covered was very tempting indeed. The big, beautifully puffed chest with the rosy peaks sticking out instantly creates a hunger to pounce. Not to me
"Hey! Hey! What's wrong?" The tall man who climbed the stairs seemed to have rushed down to the point that his wet body was only wrapped in a towel from the waist down. Water droplets emphasized the muscles that had formed on his smooth body."Angga?" Almost mesmerized despite repeated looks, Maureen cleared her throat, ignoring the voice from outside the door. "Are you home?"The man nodded. "Just finished showering."Yes, Maureen saw clearly without needing to explain.Angga walked over and gave her a hug from his cool skin. "Any injuries?" He observed the dry scratches on Maureen's arm."Rin! Open the door!" Shouts from outside alerted them to the fact that someone else kept hitting the sliding door of the shophouse."Angga?" Maureen held Angga's waist to stay with her. It was better to stay away.However, Maureen's anxiety over him made Angga feel cared for."I'll do it." Angga kept both of Maureen's hands behind him, keeping her protected as he opened the door and fired questions
"I still have to work this morning," Maureen complained.It wasn't that she wanted to dash Angga's hopes who seemed serious about building a relationship with her, but skipping work outside of sickness wasn't Maureen's habit. College was no different. Although hedonism was her lifestyle, Maureen did not want to spend her attendance allowance easily."Do you still want to work there?" Angga snorted. The man took a work suit in the form of a dark cloth shirt and pants, contrasting with his skin color which was too light for a local man.That was also why Maureen had not expected Angga to have skills as a fighter. In fact, she first underestimated Angga's appearance at first, which seemed more like a limber boy band. It turned out that underneath the thick jacket worn at that time, many charming things were hidden.Maureen shook her head, dismissing the possibility of her falling too deeply with the man before her. Returning to the conversation, "My contract is still unfinished, Angga."
"Hi, handsome! Looks like you really like Maureen, seeing as my cell phone is still intact," said the young man whose name I didn't remember. Only his face was still familiar despite his long hair. He became Maureen's backrest while sitting on the stool opposite the bartender's table."You can keep my new number. Just type in Aaron."I didn't care about the way he introduced himself. I had only come to pick Maureen up and hoped she was still living where we had last made out.First impression when I opened her room, it was messy. I wasn't used to seeing things scattered all over the place other than our clothes as we stripped each other. The Maureen I knew had miraculous cleaning habits although not as perfect as her twin brother."What's the matter with this, Rin?" My question went unanswered, Maureen was completely stoned as she lay on her bed. I took my place beside her, observing the changes in the contours of her face which looked fuller than the last time we met. The strands of
I was abandoned again this morning. There was no one in my room other than the marks on the wet sheets. The smell of cum was so strong even on my naked body, on my cheeks too.An illusion?I rolled to the edge of the bed, but the pain in my groin made me crawl slowly. Last night's perpetrator really took advantage of the opportunity.I remember Aaron coming in last night, then another guy took me. Aaron said he wasn't interested in women, was last night the same guy he called sexy?His message this morning on the screen of the cell phone I just picked up confirmed the truth. The sexy man still has Aaron's number activated.But does he need to know I'm pregnant?Oh, yes. Do I need to take another test this morning to make sure? I drank so much last night and had so much sex, it should be coming out already, right?Stupid Maureen! I cursed myself as I noticed the large amount of cum coming out of my vagina. There was no blood at all.Looks like the hot guy even played with my hand.I lo
Still having to understand Maureen's busy schedule, I got into another habit. Chatting with a date on an app. It wasn't just about sex, although that was the initial trigger of the introduction.White Fox--she doesn't want others to know her identity when it comes to sex. She never actually met any of her acquaintances, other than me. She said, anyway. What can be trusted from online acquaintances?This time we promised to meet, to make sure the photos we received from each other were real. Without knowing faces, of course.The fox mentioned a club, not the upstairs part of the club where drinking and dancing usually took place, but gambling through martial arts action in the hidden basement of the city's high-rise buildings. She would see me first with a sign, a victory in the new fighter challenge session."Just because I mentioned martial arts, she actually challenged me." My mind underestimated the battle scene amidst the cheering humans.Unlik
My first year here, the fall season that just started, was very busy. Maybe it's the culture shock effect too. Talking to native speakers made me slower to digest other people's conversations. Unfortunately, Zac Efron was in the same room as me, the substitute lecturer.While the man whose real name was Aaron Cohen was busy explaining averaging down as one of the tricks of massive stock purchases, I was imagining what might have happened on the night of our date. He said I was fierce enough to kick his manhood, and then... the fragments of memories of touching a man without remembering a face were troubling me."You sure nothing happened that night?" I asked after our introductory pleasantries when class was over.Aaron gave a long mumble, placing his index book on his chin suspiciously. He clarified, "I didn't do anything with you, but another guy did. He was pretty hot while wrestling with you."Wow! Am I that wild to let someone else see my bed activities? Just imagining it makes m
"It's okay to leave you alone, right?" More like a notification than a request for permission, Maureen was always like that, on her own.I don't know what kind of relationship we had, just physical interaction every time we met, other than that... she and I seemed to be in different worlds. I've come all the way across the continent to see her, through hot nights that I feel like I need a long rest, and she's so noisy unpacking the pile of papers on the desk with the excuse, "I have class this morning."Well, what could I respond to in my half-awake, half-cocked state. The habit on a cold morning, already exhausted and drained from the night, of still being able to stand upright.Maureen is my fiancée, on purpose. There were things I couldn't explain to Maureen about our relationship that changed too quickly. From being just sleeping buddies, without dating, to having a status. Maybe marriage was included? It was also the design of someone who was quite close to Maureen."What time d
I was surprised when Angga-my fiancé-arrived when my date had just left. Our 17-hour-plus-flight relationship did not limit our interactions with the opposite sex, including sex.The agreement from the start of our relationship was openness. There was no way I could prevent Angga from fulfilling his needs when we started out as a one-night stand. Sex. It's a match. I got engaged because there were no other candidates, while my scandal with Uncle Darren needed to be diverted so that Grandpa's company wouldn't collapse due to the drop in stock prices."You didn't tell me when you were leaving!" I protested after our recent struggle. "I was worried, you know?"Even if he sends me thousands of fake roses, I won't easily give in to his apology for surprising me without any news. Yes, fake roses because real flowers make me sneeze.The previous two days I was like a crazy person who kept drinking alcohol because I had no outlet. Usually Angga would invite me to have phone sex in the midnigh
"Uncle, here ...." Maureen's voice was still echoing in my head, even the scene from last night was briefly repeated in the short dream just now."Shit ...." I cursed the front of my pants, which turned out to be damp and sticky. It was only a fleeting dream on the way, but it was enough to make me take another shower.The distance between Boston and NYC should have taken less than three hours, but I needed time to clean up after half the trip. It could have been longer if I'd taken public transportation. Luckily I still had my cell phone to contact the driver, as well as the cell phone of the young man Maureen was dating.Stupidly, I even replayed the video that recorded the vulgar scene between us. When Maureen inserted mine into her very erotically, I woke up too."Is this really like being a widower?" I lamented my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table that was the facility of the motel room at the highway stop.Moving to the dressing table and resting the cell phone ther
"When are you coming out, anyway?" asked the woman on top of me, who was still riding like a horse controller around the stables at high speed. Her hoarse voice sounded tired, but there was no sign that the rider was about to collapse.I just enjoyed the sensual view from the surface of the bed that I thought was too narrow for the two of us to occupy. While removing the hair from her damp face, while touching the softness of her sweat-soaked skin, I... felt deja vu.Eight years ago, when she did the same thing, when I was completely unaware of her existence. My first moment with her could not be replaced by any other woman."Uncle ...." She moans, lowering the speed of her hip shaking as she bends over. Ah, those warm lips teasing the dark circles on my chest. The slight bite there became very stinging in my head.I recognized her amazing stamina despite being under the influence of alcohol. Maureen repeatedly achieved release, felt from how hers clamped down on me, oozing warmth tha
"Angga is a jerk!" The woman at the edge of the bar counter continued to sip the contents of the glass that had been emptied of ice. She connected to another glass that the barista thrust in front of her in between swearing harshly every time she looked at the extinguished phone screen. "Damn it!"Her name was Maureen Jovita Abraham, a college student who made the most of her empty nights by following the habits of her new friends in a foreign land. And the cell phone's low power added to her frustration with her boyfriend, who had not been forthcoming."Where are you going, motherfucker?!" Her palms pounded on the table, fuming at the loneliness. The drinking partner who had invited her had disappeared into the crowd of music lovers."Rin?" The call came from a voice she hadn't heard in a long time, who else could say her name with the distinctive accent of her home country."You are here?" Maureen tried to lift her head, which was getting heavier from the effects of the drink, to lo