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“What are you doing here?” Alea sneered at the man she never expected to see at her apartment door.
“You should leave! I’m not interested!” she continued, closing the apartment door again.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay!” the man replied, his hand holding the door leaf. He then pushed it, causing the door to swing wide open, and Alea casually walked in, ignoring him. The smell of alcohol wafted into David’s nostrils as he followed Alea’s footsteps.
“Today is your boss’s wedding day, why are you here?” Alea said sarcastically as she sat back down at her mini bar.
David looked at Alea with an inscrutable expression, glancing at the empty bottle in front of her. Earlier, feeling uneasy thinking about Alea, David had impulsively left his boss’s wedding reception.
“Stop it! You’re getting drunk!” David tried to grab the bottle of alcohol from Alea’s hand as she was about to pour it into a glass.
Feeling annoyed, Alea stood up and approached David with a seductive smile, analyzing the man who, unfortunately, looked so handsome tonight. She reached for David’s shirt collar and loosened his tie. She discarded it carelessly and started unbuttoning David’s shirt one by one. David remained silent, gazing at the beautiful woman in front of him, who lately had made his life uneasy.
“Stop it! I don’t want you to regret this!” David said, forcibly removing Alea’s hands from his body.
“Don’t be hypocritical, David! Weren’t you the one who started this game? Tonight, I want you!” Alea teased, playing with her fingers on David’s half-opened shirt. Meanwhile, David could only look at the woman before him with concern. Alea’s mood was a mess because of Darian and Fahira’s wedding. What could David do about it? All he knew was that he worried about the heartbroken woman in front of him.
David remained silent as Alea began to kiss his neck. This wasn’t the first time they had spent the night together. But David couldn’t stand being used as a vent for Alea’s pain over Darian. He admitted that he was a fan of one-night stands, but this was not how he wanted things to be. And the worst part was that ever since he took Alea’s virginity that night, David couldn’t bring himself to be intimate with other women anymore.
He had lost count of how many times he had hired call girls to warm his bed, just like he always did. But all attempts had failed. His prideful weapon that usually made women scream helplessly from the pleasure he gave now showed no reaction at all. And now, with just a small touch of Alea’s hand, he easily got aroused.
“Don’t do this, Alea,” David refused, which only made Alea more determined to seduce him.
And David finally gave in. With mixed emotions, he started responding to Alea’s advances. Alea briefly released their lips to catch a breath, and she looked into David’s eyes, now filled with passion, before kissing him again, unburdening herself of all the weight in her heart. In the end, only David, the one man who always worried about her, remained. The man who always came at the right time. Without any resistance, David carried Alea’s body to the bedroom.
After their passionate lovemaking, Alea got up from the bed and casually put on her clothes, while David still gazed at her back with feelings he couldn’t quite interpret.
“Alea!” David called, making Alea turn around and murmur.
“During our lovemaking, I never used protection. I’ll take responsibility if you get pregnant,” David said, looking at Alea, who still gazed back expressionlessly.
“Hahaha, don’t worry, I won’t ask you for any responsibility. Besides, I don’t want to be committed to anyone,” Alea said firmly, laughing cynically.
“I’m serious, Alea!” David replied, getting up and putting on his clothes.
“Abort it if it happens, problem solved!” Alea retorted lightly, which instantly made David growl with anger. With a tense jaw, he approached Alea and held her chin with an intimidating gaze.
“I won’t let you do it. I may have a messed-up behavior, but I won’t kill my own flesh and blood,” David asserted, only to be met with Alea’s loud laughter. David’s words sounded utterly ridiculous to her. How could she ever marry a man she considered just an entertainment?
“Oh, and there’s one more thing, David. As long as I’m not tired of having fun, you’re not allowed to have sex with any other woman,” Alea warned before leaving the room, leaving David trying to contain his anger. He now felt like a gigolo.
“Shit!” David cursed. He only just realized that he had trapped himself in the game he created.
***
Fahira sat silently on the edge of the bed. Her heart was beating irregularly as she imagined what would soon happen between her and Darian. The wedding night. More precisely, not just an ordinary wedding night between a man and a woman, but a truly thrilling night that would become a field of blessings, no longer tainted by the sins they had committed before. If in the past, all that Fahira could think of was Ariel’s recovery, now everything was different. Fear and uncertainty mixed, creating an indescribable feeling.
“Honey!” Darian called, leaning against the headboard, his hand patting the empty space beside him. Fahira’s body tensed, too afraid to look at the man who had now become her husband.
Fahira closed her eyes, biting her lower lip. The fragrance of the white-themed room with scattered rose petals added to her nervousness. Honestly, Fahira was not fully prepared. Her dream of marriage and the wedding night had come true, but why was she suddenly overwhelmed by fear?
“What’s wrong with you?” Darian whispered, now behind Fahira. Both of his hands with brown skin slipped around Fahira’s sides, encircling her slender waist, while he inhaled the scent of her favorite vanilla lace fragrance.
“If you’re not ready, just say it, Darling. I won’t force you!” he whispered again, gently brushing Fahira’s long hair aside. He kissed her neck while tightening his embrace.
“Tell me, Darling, don’t remain silent. I won’t be upset!” Darian continued, now starting to worry. Suddenly, he felt guilty. Could it be that Fahira was still traumatized by that night?
Darian sighed heavily and loosened his embrace. He got off the bed, then knelt before Fahira, supporting himself on his knees. He took hold of Fahira’s slender fingers and held them tightly.
“I apologize for all the mistakes I’ve made. I promise I won’t hurt you anymore!” Darian sincerely promised. The beautiful pair of eyes that now looked at him seemed to glisten with tears.
“It’s me who should apologize, Honey, for not fulfilling my duties as a wife!” Fahira honestly gazed into the brown eyes before her.
“You never did anything wrong, Fahira. It’s me who’s been wrong!” Darian replied, then stood up.
“Maybe we should rest. There’s plenty of time for us to do it,” Darian continued, guiding Fahira to lie down on the bed. He pulled the blanket over them both.
“I love you, my wife,” Darian whispered, hugging Fahira tightly.
“I’m sorry Honey,” Fahira murmured softly. Darian smiled and kissed Fahira’s forehead for a long time, silently uttering prayers in his heart.
With courage, Fahira shifted her body, closing the distance between them by hugging Darian.
“Go to sleep!” Darian whispered, caressing Fahira’s head until they fell asleep together.
Perhaps due to being deeply asleep or exhausted, Fahira completely missed her usual nighttime prayers. Meanwhile, Darian was awake, looking at Fahira’s beautiful face. He traced the lines of her lovely features, repeatedly expressing gratitude that Allah had brought him together with someone as good as Fahira. Despite the twists and obstacles, they finally united in the sacred bond of marriage.
Slowly, Darian kissed Fahira’s lips and then quickly got up to perform the night prayer. He immersed himself in his prayers until the time for the dawn prayer arrived. Then he woke Fahira up for the congregational Fajr prayer. Fahira startled when she realized she had slept so soundly that she missed the best time to be with the Creator.
“Why didn’t you wake me up!” Fahira grumbled as she tied her hair and headed to the bathroom hastily.
Darian just smiled, watching Fahira’s figure disappear behind the bathroom door. Shortly after, his wife emerged with dripping water on her face from ablution. She put on the prayer gown that Darian had prepared behind the prayer mat.
After they finished praying together, they tidied up the prayer area. Again, Fahira felt awkward as Darian looked at her meaningfully. Darian, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulled Fahira’s hand and hugged her, placing his hand on her stomach.
“I’m sorry, my Love!” Darian murmured. Slowly, Fahira’s hand lifted, caressing the brown locks of the man who was now her lawful husband. The man who owned her heart and soul.
“I’m ready, my Love!” Fahira whispered, successfully making Darian loosen his embrace and tilt his head up to look into her eyes, searching for honesty there. Seeing the hint of doubt in her brown eyes, Fahira gave him a smile and nodded with flushed cheeks.
Darian stood up and touched Fahira’s cheek with the back of his hand, then caressed her lips with his fingers before their lips met. Instantly, a warm feeling spread throughout their bodies as the gentle kissing turned more intense, intoxicating Fahira. With their hearts pounding rapidly, Fahira finally gathered the courage to respond to Darian’s kisses. The cool breeze from the air conditioning unit only added to the warmth they exchanged in each other’s arms.
“I love you!” Darian whispered in between their activities. His kisses trailed down from her lips to the hollow of Fahira’s neck. Unnoticed by Fahira, Darian’s hands began to explore the curves of her body, which now only had a seductive black lace underwear.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.
For a moment, Darian paused and removed the remaining cloth from Fahira’s body. “Don’t look at me like that, I feel embarrassed!” Fahira said with a trembling voice, while Darian’s lips were already fixated on the beautiful sight before him.
Darian grinned and pulled Fahira onto the bed. Once again, he passionately kissed her, and slowly their bodies came together. Fahira closed her eyes tightly, feeling the pain in her core. It wasn’t as painful as the first time they did it, but it was still a first experience for both Fahira and Darian, filled with love and tenderness.
“Thank you, my Love!” Darian whispered after they finished their intense intimacy. He then pulled the blanket to cover their naked bodies, giving them a moment to rest before they indulged in the intoxicating activity once more.