Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO’s Plaything

The sun's rays that shyly enter through the curtains are the only thing that wakes the woman from the wrap of the thick covers. As usual, she would reach for her cellphone on the small table next to her bed. But now, when she raised her hand and tried to take the phone, she caught a piece of paper instead.

Lisa grumbled and opened her eyes with annoyance. She took the piece of paper and tried to read it with her eyes still a little blurry.

Don't forget your breakfast.

I will ask Dani to get your bag and stuff that you left at the office yesterday later.

I went to work first because I had an important meeting to attend this morning.

Thank you for looking after William yesterday and today.

—Handsome dude.

"Why the heck is he calling himself that..." Lisa grumbled with a wide smile.

Only after she explored the mysterious room with her eyes did she realize that she was in Oscar's room, not hers. The soft mattress, the wardrobe larger than hers, and the masculine scent of perfume that filled the room helped her remember the owner of this room.

Lisa turned and looked at the side on the bed and then groped the place where Oscar had slept yesterday.

Cold.

The other side of the bed was cold, showing that the man had already left.

Hiding behind a thick blanket while the air conditioner was still on made Lisa lazy to get up from the soft mattress. Moments like these were the only thing she missed. It had been a long time since she had relaxed in the morning.

After stretching and yawning, Lisa finally took the blanket off her body. Not long after that, the hairs on her neck stood up and her body shivered from the cold. The woman immediately turned off the air conditioner quickly.

And yes, just as Lisa had guessed last night, she regretted her stupid act. But even so, her body and cheeks felt warm remembering what they did. The way Oscar treated her, the whispers of praise that made her look at the stars, it all made Lisa feel a little unapologetic.

She immediately stood up from her bed when she remembered that she was here to take care of William. Before leaving the room, the woman planned to wash her face and tidy up her appearance. She would never let her son see her in such a messy state!

It wasn't until she got up from the bed that Lisa realized she wasn't wearing any clothes!

Suddenly, the woman gawked and covered her body as she tried to find her clothes. But she couldn't find them anywhere on the floor! The carpet floor in the bedroom looked clean, not a single garment was scattered around.

"I'm so dead... What am I going to wear..."

Thinking that maybe Oscar had cleaned up his clothes and put them in the bathroom, the woman rushed there. But the result is the same. She couldn't find her clothes and only saw Oscar's plain T-shirt which was 2 times her size.

Instead of not wearing anything, Lisa decided to wear the plain t-shirt. Whether it's a coincidence or not, next to the plain shirt was a long gray training pants. Then, she immediately put on both without thinking.

After wearing clothes, Lisa dared to see her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She tied her hair up in a makeshift style and washed her face several times. When she looked up, the woman's eyes fell on the few bite marks that lined her neck.

It is certain that the bite marks cannot be covered with concealer. Even if she uses the most expensive brand of concealer, Lisa is sure that the large purple bite marks can't be covered.

She automatically raised her hand and felt the bite mark. The memory of last night made her cheeks turn red.

What a beast! The way Oscar fucked her yesterday looked like animals making love.

Lisa patted her cheeks as she watched the water flowing. The woman looked down again and washed her face several times, trying to cool the temperature of her face.

About 5 minutes later, Lisa came out of the bathroom with a slightly wet face. This time she let her hair down to cover the vicious bite marks Oscar had left last night.

Without checking her appearance again, Lisa came out of the room and walked down the stairs slowly. Before her feet touched the last step, her nose smelled the delicious aroma of cooking. Suddenly, Lisa frowned and couldn't stop guessing who created that delicious scent.

Her curiosity was getting hotter when she heard William's laughter. At first, she thought that maybe Oscar would make them breakfast before leaving and William was eating while watching his favorite cartoon.

But Oscar can't cook. Even if it was the man who cooked them breakfast, William couldn't laugh so loudly like now for sure. The boy had often voiced his opinion on the taste of Oscar's cooking to convince Lisa that he didn't like his father's cooking.

So who made William laugh like this?

Lisa rushed to the dining room and saw the figure of a woman standing with her back to her. The middle-aged woman was wearing an apron and her hand was carrying William's spoon.

As if realizing the presence of his mother, William tilted his head and smiled widely, making his cheeks that were full of food look even more chubby.

"Good morning, Mama!" William shouted enthusiastically.

The middle-aged woman turned her head and as soon as she saw Lisa, she smiled kindly.

"Miss Lisa-ah I mean, Lisa, good morning!"

That morning, Mrs. Rusminah looked tired but the smile that graced her lips was friendly, reassuring them that she was fine. The middle-aged woman got up from the dining table chair and poured orange juice into a glass then handed it to Lisa. She dragged the dining table chair and invited Lisa to sit down.

"Why are you already here?" Lisa asked curiously. She sat next to William and took a sip of water before the fresh orange juice.

"Ah, there is an important matter that resulted in me having to hurry back here." Mrs. Rusminah replied without looking at her.

Lisa cleared her throat and didn't ask any further. The woman then turned and saw William. That morning, her son already looked more cheerful than yesterday. His complexion had returned to normal and his nose wasn't as red as someone who had just stopped crying.

"How are you, dear? Should I take you to the hospital today?"

Hearing that immediately made William shake his head quickly, "No way! William is alright— cough cough!"