MasukShe needs money. He wants sex. Circumstances threw them in each other's arms. Thus, a battle began. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The girl turned and ran away with the guy running after her. The other girl smirked at the scene. Once again, mission complete. But then again, failure's not in her vocabulary. The girl looked at herself in the mirror. A lazy smirk curved her lips once again. Who would have thought that her face would serve as a ticket to her dream, to a life she never had? Who would have thought indeed when before, she hated her face? She hated her beautiful cursed face for always causing her troubles. But now, she was appreciating it. Her face helped her break those hearts and ruin all those relationships. Just a few more hearts to break and a few more relationships for her to ruin and she will finally be off the hook. Does the word GUILT bother her at all? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If she would think of others first before herself, she won't survive at all. She won't be able to eat, to have a place to live in, to buy clothes or to finance her education. Life taught her that. Life taught her to put herself first before anything or anyone else. Selfishness it is, true. But it is also selfishness that made her survive life. That's Hazel Wyatt – a working college student. Occupation? She's a home wrecker for rent.
Lihat lebih banyakRaymond si pria muda tampan berbodi bagus ini senyum ceria, malam ini adalah malam sakral baginya dan Rahma, istrinya. Ulang Tahun ke 4 mereka sebagai suami istri.
Raymond hanyalah sales sebuah dealer mobil yang dikatakan sulit laku, karena jual mobil-mobil asal negeri Tiongkok.
Sial…masih separuh jalan lagi sampai rumah, Raymond terpaksa berteduh, hujan yang tadi sudah gerimis, kini turun dengan derasnya.
Tiba-tiba ponsel jadulnya bunyi, ada chat masuk. Raymond pikir istrinya yang ngontak karena ini sudah pukul 21.00 lewat, tapi saat di buka, ternyata dari nomor tak di kenal.
“Hmm…siapa pengirimnya, kok ada lampiran fotonya,” batin Raymond, kaget saat membuka kiriman tiga buah foto tersebut.
Matanya melotot, jantungnya berdegup kencang. Foto itu perlihatkan seorang wanita cantik dengan rambut panjangnya dan gaun malamnya yang berwarna merah menyala sangat seksi, sampai perlihatkan pakaian dalamnya yang membayang.
Siapapun laki-laki normal pasti tergoda!
Walaupun gambar ini sedikit buram, karena di ambil secara sembunyi-sembunyi dan tempatnya seperti-nya sebuah pub atau klub malam, tapi wajahnya masih bisa di kenali.
Si wanita ini tak sendirian, ada seorang pria setengah tua yang terlihat merangkul si wanita seksi ini dan mengecup pipinya dengan mesra.
Wanita itu mirip sekali dengan…Rahma istrinya.
Raymond…serasa tak menjejak bumi, tubuhnya seketika mematung.
Benarkah itu Rahma…kenapa dia begitu dekat dan akrab dengan pria setengah tua necis dan terlihat sangat kaya raya itu?
Jadi…isu-isu miring yang selama ini dia dengar, sejak karir istrinya melejit dan kalahkan dirinya, di peroleh Rahma dengan cara selingkuh…apakah benar adanya?
Saking marahnya, Raymond letakan begitu saja kue berharga 145 ribu di sebuah halte tempatnya berteduh tadi. Dan tak peduli hujan deras, ia tancap gas pulang ke rumah mereka.
Raymond tak melihat mobil istrinya di garasi, artinya Rahma belum pulang!
Hatinya yang emosi kini dia redam, dengan berpikir positif, paling wanita di foto itu hanya mirip.
Tapi…kenapa 3 foto itu dikirim ke dia…apa maksudnya? Pikirnya dengan galau.
Pukul 23.45 menitan terdengar mobil datang, Rahma istrinya membuka pintu dan langsung menuju kamar.
Mereka berdua memang bawa kunci rumah masing-masing.
Melihat Raymond sudah ‘tidur’ dengan memunggunginya, Rahma hanya hela nafas, dia lalu ke toilet dan hapus make up cetar-nya.
Padahal Raymond aslinya belum tidur, hatinya masih galau dan panas dengan foto itu.
Tak sampai 15 menitan usai merebahkan diri di sisinya, dengkur halus Rahma terdengar. Raymond berbalik dan melalui siluet lampu tidur dia melihat wajah istrinya seperti orang yang sangat kelelahan…!
“Hmm…dia lupa dengan ulang tahun ke 4 pernikahan? Tapi…kenapa dia begitu terlihat lelah..?” kembali batin Raymond berkata, rasa curiga makin menjadi-jadi.
Paginya di meja makan…
Raymond masih terngiang-ngiang dengan kiriman 3 foto yang belum ia hapus, saat melihat istrinya kini terlihat makin cantik dengan blouse warna krimnya.
Di tambah rambut panjang yang sengaja dikritingin dan diberi warna coklat melewati bahunya, plus parfum mahal, cantik sekali Rahma ini di tambah kulit tubuhnya yang putih dan mulus serta semampai.
Rahma memang terlahir blasteran, ayahnya asli Australia, ibunya Sunda.
Mulut Raymond sudah gatal ingin bertanya, kemana saja istrinya hampir pukul 00.00 baru pulang tadi malam.
Tapi mulutnya kalah start, bibir Rahma yang di lapisi lipstick merah menyala duluan bicara.
“Bang, siang nanti mama tiriku dan kakak perempuanku datang dari Australia, mereka akan nginap di tempat kita selama di Jakarta. Katanya rumah mereka sedang di renovasi, jadi sementara pulang ke tanah air dulu, sekalian travelling,” cetus Rahma, sambil memotong roti dan memakannya perlahan.
Raymond diam saja, dia menunggu, apakah istrinya ingat hari ini genap 4 tahun mereka jadi suami istri?
Tapi…sampai Rahma pamit duluan ngantor, tidak ada sama sekali ucapan istrinya tentang ultah itu. Raymond hanya hela nafas panjang.
Padahal ini hari Minggu, tapi Rahma tetap kerja!
“Oh ya…aku mungkin pulang malam lagi, soalnya aku menemani bos di kantor metting dengan klien kakap, yang akan bangun pusat perbelanjaan di Kalimantan,” cetus Rahma lagi sebelum berlalu dari hadapan Raymond.
Si lelaki tak berdaya karena kalah karir dan penghasilan.
Dan kali ini Rahma tidak bawa mobil, tapi di jemput sebuah mobil….mewah!
Raymond hanya bisa mengangguk dan tidak ada ‘kuasa’ melarang. Ia tahu diri, saat ini, 90 persen kebutuhan rumah tangga mereka uangnya dari kantong Rahma.
Sejak karir Rahma melejit, mereka naik pangkat dari keluarga sederhana ke keluarga kelas menengah elit.
Kebutuhan hidup mereka pun otomatis menyesuaikan…mau tak mau, Rahma lah yang dominan keluar biaya!
Raymond bersihkan bekas makanan mereka, hal kecil yang dulunya dilakukan Rahma, kini dialah yang melakukannya, mereka memang tak memiliki pembantu.
Sesaat ia merasa harga dirinya jatuh ke titik rendah…!
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BERSAMBUNG
A hand suddenly tightened around her arm. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to be patient. "What does that mean?" He harshly demanded. She chose not to answer. Instead, she whirled around and punched him in the face, making him fall back to the bed, moaning. "Can't you understand a simple words?" She said. "I said, I lost my appetite." Flipping her hair, she went to the bathroom and locked the door. Damn it, she thought as her body trembled with need. Damn it! She stepped into the shower stall and opened the shower knob, letting the water soothe her hot and trembling body. Damn him! She then slammed her palms on the tiled walls from frustration. She felt frustrated with herself for giving in like that but what was more frustrating was that, she wanted and needed more of him! She balled her hnads into tight fist as she tried to ignore the tightening of her walls on their own accord and the intensity in her tummy. She tried to think of other things but Chase Hunter's glorious
Chase glanced at his watch and cursed under his breath. It was late in the evening already but the girl hasn't arrived yet. He wasn't in a good mood at the moment and he needs a body to release his frustrations from everything about his life. He's frustrated about his father, his sister's death but he's more frustrated with the doll's persistent rejection to his advances. He was in a bathrobe with nothing underneath. Yes, he was expecting some action tonight but since the girl hasn't yet arrived, it was making him feel and look rather stupid. He took a sip from the glass of alcohol he had on hand. Then, he heard movement- footsteps. He turned around and saw the girl coming in. He was about to open his mouth and tell her off but he was stopped by the fleeting smirk on her face as she looked at him for a millisecond. Her eyes only landed on him for a millisecond but he was able to catch her smirk just before she entered her room. His jaw clenched. She knew that he was waiting for her.
Hazel sighed. She's been wandering from one store to another, not really paying attention to anything. Call her whatever but living with Chase or even the thought of having sex with him doesn't bother her. What really bothered her were her body's reactions to him. As far as she can remember, all she could ever feel everytime a person from the opposite sex touches her: revulsion and hatred. Of course she had already come up with some possibilities but one likely that was acceptable to her was the thought her body was simply craving from a man's touch. She shook her head to drive the unwanted thoughts away. She saw a tea house just up ahead and decided to step into the place. She was about to take a seat at the farthest end table when she caught sight of someone very familiar sitting by the glass window. She paused and was frozen on her spot. After a few minutes of deliberation, she decided to approach him. He was looking outside the window with a blank look on his face. She clear
Her mind was set and firm in resisting him, but her body wasn't. As soon as his expect forefinger made teasing circles around her light pink nipple, she felt them tightened, as if longing to be touched. Her jaws strained as Chase glanced up at her and gave her a knowing smirk. "I wonder..." He muttered as he tilted his head to the side with his finger still circling around her nipple. Hazel saw the look on his face and even before he could do what's on his mind and even before her body betrays her again, she chuckled and pushed him away. "Sex is a basic need." She shrugged and went around him, heading to the bed. "It's quite normal for the body to respond when being stimulated." "Stimulated?" He repeated, frowning at her choice of term. She rolled her eyes and looked at him like he's some kind of pitiful virgin. "Maybe you should interact and practice more with girls before you start attempting to seduce me." "Attempting to seduce you?" He chuckled. "I don't have to seduce you, y
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