Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

Hearing the front door shut so loudly until the sound could be heard through her room upstairs made her feel guilty for coming out clean with Oscar. Her explanation supposedly helped her so that the man would not get angry and disappointed like just now.

She told him that she went to Rangga's house before the man left for work. But what had already happened couldn't be undone. Lisa had to accept the fact that Oscar was very disappointed in her.

Lisa began to drown in her own thoughts that were welling up in her head. She could not help feeling swirling in her frantic mind at this moment. How should she act now? Should she follow Oscar down? Did that man really leave without leaving a message for her? What if Oscar left Lisa for good?

Lisa was getting restless. Sweat started pouring from her forehead. Her palms were sweaty. Her heartbeat became increasingly unstable.

She was still not used to being open with her ex-husband because of their dark past. In the past, Oscar was a very dominant man, indifferent and didn't want to listen to her, so she didn't want to come clean rather than risk a fight with the man. When the man showed his soft side to Lisa lately, she was immediately surprised. Since when did that man want to listen to her and worry about her?

Without saying much, Lisa immediately grabbed her cellphone and her boarding house's key then went after Oscar, though she didn't exactly know where he had gone to. She saw that the man's car was still parked not far from the alley of her boarding house. This meant that the man hadn't gone so far. Lisa circled around the lonely, dark, and scary alley. The area was quite crime-prone past 9 o'clock but she was determined to find Oscar that very night!

At the intersection of the alley, she found Oscar sitting on a rickety wooden chair smoking his cigarette. The man sucked the tobacco deeply and then exhaled while closing his eyes. The puffs of smoke rising from his sensual lips looked like a cloud blown by the wind. It was unknown to her why but the man looked very sexy as she saw him crossing his two legs while smoking.

When Lisa was about to approach Oscar, suddenly a woman dressed in skinny and open clothes approached the man first. Her hair was long and dyed platinum blonde. Although Lisa couldn't see her face clearly, she was tall and slender like a model she often saw at Jakarta Fashion Week events.

The woman in the sexy dress then sat next to Oscar close and said in her broken English, "Hello foreigner, you are really handsome. Can I borrow a match?"

The woman took a cigarette then lit it. She smoked the cigarette and then blew it in Oscar's face as if he were a customer.

"What are you doing here?" Oscar asked in Indonesian.

"Oh, I hope you don't speak Indo. Yes, I'm here to accompany you to smoke, and if possible, I want to have some fun too," the street prostitute replied in a seductive voice. She rubbed her shoulder against Oscar's.

Lisa's steps stopped for a moment. Suddenly, her legs felt stiff and couldn't be moved. She took a step back, looking for a place to hide. She didn't want to surprise the two of them. Lisa panicked but she was jealous seeing the woman flirt with Oscar!

That street prostitute often passed in the alley near Lisa's boarding house lately. Although her way of life was considered socially immoral, she still had the perfect body, or so she looked at least to Lisa's eyes. The woman was like a goddess who had fallen from heaven. Both of her legs looked very smooth when compared to Lisa's. Her skin was also much paler and fairer. Lisa knew she wasn't ugly but the slut made her look like an ordinary woman.

The prostitute sucked on her cigarette and then blew it again into Oscar's face, "Mister, do you want to exchange cell phone numbers? Maybe you'll be attracted to me someday,"

Oscar did not move, he was confused about what to do.

Without waiting for an answer from him, Lisa immediately ventured over to Oscar with very fast steps. She immediately pulled Oscar from the seat and said, "No! You can't ask for his number!"

The prostitute looked at Lisa with an astonished look. She frowned and then asked in a condescending tone, "Who are you anyway? Are you following this man? Do you want to take my share?"

Hearing those words just now made Lisa furious. "Watch your mouth, I'm not a whore like you, son of a bitch!" She said while her finger pointed at the prostitute's face.

"Hey, don't interfere with my business, okay? I got this cute white guy first!" the slut replied, "so what about it, mister? Me or this ugly girl?" she continued, pointing at Lisa with her cigarette still burning. She smoked her cigarette again.

Oscar was confused by the current situation. Without thinking, the man immediately put his arm around Lisa. The man turned her body so that their faces met. He then lowered his head and then leaned his face towards Lisa's. His sensual lips landed a kiss on the woman's lips.

Lisa was shocked, wasn't Oscar still mad? Then, in a matter of seconds, she realized Oscar was making a play for the prostitute to leave the two of them alone. Lisa immediately touched Oscar's nape and brought their faces together to deepen their kiss.

The prostitute looked at the couple with a shocked and annoyed face. Her face immediately flushed with embarrassment. Without saying much, the prostitute immediately left at an accelerated pace.

After the prostitute left, Oscar immediately broke the kiss and pushed Lisa out of his arms. "Why are you kissing me!?"

Lisa was surprised. "Wasn't it you who started first? Why are you asking me that now?"

"That's because I didn't want to be bothered by that bitch!" Oscar replied in a rising voice.

Lisa raised an eyebrow, got her hands on her hips and pursed her lips. Her face looked ignorant. "Really?"

Seeing her face just now made Oscar nervous. The man couldn't hold his laughter even though he was actually still angry and disappointed with her. He took a deep breath and said, "Why are you looking for me, Lisa?"

"I remember someone said that you are my husband and I am your wife, even though we have not officially become a married couple. Didn't we agree to reconcile?" Lisa replied casually.

"I don't deserve to be your husband, Lisa. After all, you don't care about my feelings and you don't need me either so..."

Not finished with his sentence, Lisa immediately kissed Oscar's lips out of a sudden. Her tiny hands pressed the back of the man's head so that the kiss would deepen and not come off in such a short time. Lisa wanted to enjoy the kiss that she hadn't felt for a long time.

The kiss was like the kiss they had when they were still husband and wife. It lasted for a while then Lisa let go of it gently. After she let go of the kiss, without realizing it, her hands were already gripping Oscar's hands but the man brushed them off.

Oscar's face became flushed red, showing that he was embarrassed. Lisa played his feelings as when he played with Lisa's feelings in the past.

"Oh, someone is sulking," Lisa said ignorantly.

Suddenly, Lisa grabbed her lower stomach and curled up on the cold asphalt. She groaned in pain. She didn't know what happened but it looked like the pain from her womb started to recur.

At first, Oscar didn't think it was real. He thought Lisa was trying to trick him again. But as the woman shed tears on the ground, Oscar immediately changed his face.

The man began to worry and said, "Lisa are you okay!?"