บททั้งหมดของ Addicted to The Treacherous: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

"Ben, don't you want to open your heart?" Maureen pushed her empty bowl to the center of the table. She grabbed her phone from her handbag as she spoke, "I mean, how many months have you been trying to be a widower?"If women could survive with the situation after being abandoned, most of the environments Maureen saw in men, they could immediately find a replacement partner under the pretext of needing to be taken care of. Like the revelation of their division head who chose to remarry after divorce.Is it because they are not used to taking care of themselves? Maureen thought. Then, what about a widower like Ben?Maybe it's because Ben has a lot of activities that can distract him from thinking about a life partner. Especially with children, he needs to consider a partner who is willing to accept his whole life."You can open your heart, but that doesn't mean you can open your crotch." Ben moved on, carrying the stacked bowls in his hands to the sink in the pantry."Aish, sarcasm!" H

"Oh, come on! Who's Resti?" Even during the lunch break, Maureen was still questioning the name of the woman Ben's friend had mentioned earlier. "Be honest with me, I won't be made fun of anymore." Still in the cubicle, Ben's gaze sometimes stung every time Maureen asked the same question. Just one name, but he was bullied all day. "Ben has a girlfriend?" Anne, the deputy division head, had stopped walking in front of their cubicle and was waiting for an answer by leaning against the divider. One of Ben's fans was actually beautiful and fashionable, and Maureen could even calculate the price of the branded items on her body. Not worth their monthly income. Maureen turned her stool to be in the same direction as Anne, facing Ben who was busy with his fingers on the keyboard. "I think so, ma'am. He just doesn't want to tell me." "Isn't she pretty, Maureen?" "I don't know, but I think they still communicate often. Just this morning, he used to borrow a book." Gossip, the more you

"Guess! How much did I get?" Maureen approached Angga who seemed to be dealing with the bookie. "Not bad." Angga showed the pink sheet of money that finally passed into Maureen's hand. Angga was right, it wasn't much for hand-to-hand combat that required a doctor's care when people saw Maureen's opponent lying on the arena floor covered in bruises. Angga shuddered once, imagining that every woman Ben knew was not 'normal' in his expectations. Unlike Angga's sister who was far from tough, Resti always asked for his help with trivial things like opening jar lids. He handed over Maureen's bag and blazer, watching her transfer some money into a branded wallet. Angga is increasingly convinced that Maureen is an expensive woman who does not need a man as a protector. The same concept he learned from Dera, Ben's late wife, before meeting her 'soulmate'. Perhaps a woman needs to, first, find a partner who can thrill her, then she can defeat her inner ego. Angga's guess is that Maureen d

Early in the morning, Maureen still hasn't closed her eyes even though Angga has completed the second release that lasted quite a while. They don't know which part of the room they haven't used in finding the right position without getting dressed.Even lying down, Maureen is still suffering from caresses that can increase her sensual libido. Angga feels at home, playing with Maureen's core which has reached pleasure many times."How did you know that I rarely fuck?" Even with just one man, Maureen has to work hard to look like a master seductress. Are her movements still too stiff?"Can I be a little vulgar?" asked Angga as he moistened the small bulge at the front of Maureen's hole with the tip of his tongue. "It might sound pornographic to you.""What the hell is asking for permission?" Between wanting to see Angga's game and being annoyed that he kept questioning her, Maureen tried to sit against the headboard.Angga crawled up the bed, opening the gap that Maureen had closed. He

Maureen had been complaining of boredom ever since Darren left her in the sprawling compound that looked more like a Balinese villa. Each small detached building served a different function, one of which became Maureen's room as he carried her in after fulfilling his passionate desires on the passenger seat of the car.Darren doesn't even bother to dress her as she falls asleep in his arms. The mature man Maureen once adored in the past continues to savor every encounter of their skin. The light touch was just a gentle caress, to the tugs that should have invited desire.However, Maureen is too tired. Angga drains her energy and sleep, and Darren doesn't tolerate it. Not only was every joint broken, but hers was still hot and sore from the painful repetitive friction."I'll be back later." Darren's heavy, seductive voice signaled that morning had come again.Time in Maureen's world the past few days had seemed to race by, too fast for her to feel fully rested.During their night toget