“Let’s not take a bath again in the future,” Maxine complained. Adam, who’s drying her wet black hair with a towel, turned around to face her. His white upper body, drew in perfection with his big chest and six-pack abs, welcomed the young lady. Maxine’s eyes shook at the beautiful sight for a moment and fixed her gaze on his face instead. She thought that focusing on his face would help her calm down, however, as much as she adores his body, it same goes for his face. Adam isn’t just “remarkably handsome”, he is “remarkably sexy and handsome.” Every time she looked at his deer-rounded eyes with long lashes, his thick brows, his pointed nose, his sharp jaws, and his red lips that look always swollen as if he was biting them now and then, Maxine was awakened to the uttermost every admiring sentiment of his manly impression. ‘Is this because of his pheromone as a werewolf?’ she wondered. “Why not? We both enjoyed it,” he rebuked, then continued drying his hair, but this time, with

“Did I hear it right, Adam? Chandler and I will get married?” When Maxine asked the question, Adam could not answer anything. He felt haunted by the heavy emotion in his chest. Words aren’t enough to explain how painful it is to stand like a pitiful coward in front of the woman he loves. He wanted to say he did his best and that he made new plans that would help their relationship. But Chandler was right. To protect Maxine, she needs to follow her fate. “You knew about this, and you hid it from me. Why?” Maxine asked as she dropped her phone, Dwight was still listening, but she already forgot that, and only tears fell from her eyes. Because the truth will hurt Maxine, and that’s why Adam could not say it. Instead, Adam lowered his head and said, “Sorry, Maxine.” Grief came to her in waves, little one, they are so strong that she feels so swept away. Then she cried as if her soul could bleed an ocean through the eyes, that was the enormity of her sobbing. ‘I should not have hope

The day of the wedding arrives. Maxine was alone in the bridal dressing room. There are tulle, ivy, and bouquets to dress up the space that will give her a haven of delight feeling. She looked at the pretty reflection and smiled faintly. “It’s pretty,” she complimented herself. Her outside appearance deserves praise even from the owner. However, her eyes contradicted the endearment which came out from her peach lips. Knock knock. Maxine slightly turned her head to the door. She thought it was Julia, who is in charge of her hair and make-up. “Come in,” Maxine allowed. She diverted her eyes back to the mirror as the door opened. As soon as she lifted her gaze, she met the gawk of the man who quietly came inside the room. He is the man who let her feel that they are meant to be together and that he will always love her. He never proposes to Maxine, but he clearly showed her that he wanted to be with her forever and ever. But now, that man is standing behind the woman in her weddi

Maxine stood in front of the mirror. She’s wearing a white shirt and red pajamas. For their honeymoon, she and Chandler went to an island where they will spend their first night together. Maxine doesn’t know what to feel right now. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her simple clothes show her clear intention of staying in a line where Joshua won’t think she’s a seducer. Tonight is their first night, but nothing must happen between them. ‘Nothing,’ she chanted in her might. “So don’t be nervous,” Maxine said without confidence. She then walked out of the bathroom and headed to the bedroom. She carefully opened the door, peeked inside and was relieved when she did not see Chandler. Her plan is very simple. She will go straight onto the bed and sleep. Then end. The next morning, she’ll enjoy another joyous and luxurious day on the island. Then at night, she will repeat her plan. In that way, she and Chandler won’t experience feeling awkward on the same bed. ‘Perfect!

Seated on his thighs, they kissed deeply. They might go on forever if only Maxine hadn’t felt numb in her hands. Chandler tightly held them up like captives, as if he wouldn’t really let her go. In case she tries to, he will grab her back and cage her. “L-Let my hands go,” Maxine caught her breath between their kisses. He watched the redness of her cheeks and the trembling of her hands. Since it looks like she won’t push him away even if her hands are freed, Chandler loosened his grip around her wrist. There are pinkish marks around her pale skin. “Haaa,” she breathed. Her chest moved up and down as she descended her hands, thinking she’ll get the rest she needed. But she was wrong. As soon as Maxine put her hands down, Chandler tilted his head and kissed her neck. “Ahhh,” Maxine shuddered as Chandler bit her skin and then sucked it. He continued rubbing his er*ct manh**d, which is bulging through the fabric of his robe, against the entrance of her wet clothed core. “Ahh… Hnng…