WIDOW IN MY BED

This guy’s an asshole! His behaviour is so much more douchebags!

Amanda will do it all over again, curse in the heart.

Amanda La Howard is dying to kill Matthew Wallace right this second. He wants to throw him into the sea to feed the sharks if necessary. How could that arrogant man turn his body into a dining table, putting bread and fruit down like he’s composing a puzzle?

In Amanda’s eyes, Matt was nothing more than a demon who was evil, an asshole, a pervert, and arrogant-king of all demons.

Matt’s a dick, and his punishment is more fucking.

The man smiled, staring at Amanda, who was chewing her food and was forced to. If Amanda denies it, Matt’s going to get more and more violent. The man’s actions are unpredictable, arbitrary, and super duper sucks. Amanda just wants their breakfast to be over soon, so Matt’s going to untie the damn thing.

The woman’s kimono robe is not entirely exposed, but still, skin as smooth as marble can make Matt swallow his spit rough. Amanda realizes that, choosing not to talk much, let alone to fight, because if Amanda does anything thoughtlessly, the Devil will add to her punishment.

“Listen to me…,” Amanda’s expression turned tense when Matt opened the conversation.

“I don’t really want to punish you. But you’ve made a lot of trouble, pissed me off. So, I have to punish you.” Matthew said it was arrogant, with his handsome face smudged without sin.

“You’re crazy! This doesn’t make any sense!” Amanda half snapped.

“And I want to get off this ship now!” Amanda began to be noisy. The woman’s face turned red with anger.

Then Matt fed again with a piece of waffle that was mashed with jam from the top of Amanda’s body. It’s disgusting that he has to eat the jam from his body, which hasn’t bathed yet. But Matt loved it, and this is the hottest dining table.

“Tonight we’ll dock.” Matt’s voice calmed down despite Amanda’s angry face.

“Really?” Amanda’s eyes sparkled.

“You don’t like being on this ship?” Amanda didn’t like weird questions.

“If I answer you will punish me more severely.”

Matt’s smiling; apparently, Amanda’s gotten a little bit of it. “I know you don’t like it. That’s why we’ll get off the ship, and then you’ll be free.”

I didn’t hear you wrong, did I? This man set me free, or maybe he’ll set me up. You better not be happy just yet, Amanda.

Yeah, Amanda La Howard doesn’t need any man to give her money because she has a job as a Senior Executive Chef. Plus, her family is influential in Australia, so Amanda does not have to worry about falling into poverty. The Howard family’s wealth will be balanced even if Amanda buys a Chanel bag every day or changes cars once a week.

Matt thought for a second. “I don’t know, I didn’t find the answer. I just want you, there’s no special reason…,” Matt slowly touched Amanda’s cheek gently.

“And you’re not cheap. You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you’re an independent woman, and you smile sweetly.” Matt said while untying Amanda’s legs and arms.

Amanda’s cheeks are flushed. You can’t tell the difference between compliments and cheap flirting, Matt. The man before him was calm, looking very handsome, but when he went crazy, his good looks suddenly collapsed.

“If I agreed, you’d give me everything, right?” Matt was surprised; could Amanda be bargaining?

“Then, what if I refuse anyway? What are you going to do?”

“I’ll release you, tonight. I wouldn’t say I like to push. But I had to do everything possible to get the diamonds I wanted. If the diamonds don’t like me very much, what can I do.” Matt locked Amanda’s eye beads. That guy was a lot softer. A moment ago was slower than a moment ago.

“I ask you one more time, are you really planning to let me go?” Amanda said in a questioning tone.

“Yes, aren’t you here so I can protect you until I ensure everything is safe? Now that everything’s settled, I have no reason to hold you back. Matt said quietly, feeding a piece of apple into Amanda’s mouth.

“You’re telling the truth? Won’t force me anymore?” Amanda made sure.

“I’m tired of forcing you, beautiful. And for this morning, call it even. The night after this ship arrives at the pier, my men will escort you to the hotel.”

“You’re not going to lie?” Amanda still needs to trust the man completely.

Matt shook, lifted his two fingers, and formed a V. “This time, I won’t lie. I do not want to add to the work of the angels. They may be tired of recording all my sins.” Amanda almost laughed at Matt’s answer.

“I have your word. If you lie again, my brother will kill you.” Amanda’s threat sounds like a little girl. Amanda is the last of two children; everyone in her family will spoil her very much.

“Oh, yeah? Your brother will definitely lose to me.” Matt underestimated.

“You’re the one who’s going to lose, sir. My brother is so great, he’s the Iron Man in my heart.” Amanda said, recalling Steve’s brother.

Now Amanda’s curious. “Why do you want me? I’m sure you’ll have plenty of money to pay any woman, even a model or actress will definitely not turn you down. And just so you know… I’m not a cheap woman who needs money, so you got the wrong address if you want me.” Amanda said softly.

“But not as good as me!”

“No, you’re nothing!”

They argued again after a quiet conversation.

“Okay… Can you give me a memento?” asked Matt.

Amanda frowned. “Memories?”

Matt was determined to finish his breakfast with nothing left. And Amanda, she’s been unable to continue their breakfast any longer.

…

Ting! (One incoming message)

Amanda glanced at her cell phone while enjoying the sun, which was about to set; there was a text message from her best friend, Camilla Oliver.

Camilla Oliver: Still in Havana? When are you going back to Australia?

Amanda La Howard is typing…

Amanda La Howard: it was supposed to be in two weeks. But I’m going home the day after tomorrow.

Camilla Oliver: Why? Are you okay, Amanda?

Amanda La Howard: Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just, uh, homesick.

Camilla Oliver: Surprisingly, Amanda, who prefers to live in a restaurant, suddenly misses home. That’s weird. Hahaha. By the way, I have something important to tell you, but please don’t be angry.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Samanta Oliver is typing…

Camilla Oliver: [man and woman wearing wedding clothes and kissing in the park] This pre-wedding photo I took from the bitch’s Instagram account.

Camilla Oliver: I heard they’re having a family meeting, too. Then, when I found out, it turned out that Chris would have a wedding after he officially divorced you.

Turns out I’ve been knocked out. I’m just an imperfect woman. No wonder I got dumped.

Amanda’s mind is full of all the negatives. Right now, her heart is completely broken. It’s a lie that Amanda wasn’t sad, wasn’t angry, wasn’t disappointed, and hated that information.

Chris is the man Amanda once loved, or maybe she still does. If the man is still legitimate as her husband, why do you have the heart to do a pre-wedding photo with his mistress? Amanda and Chris aren’t officially divorced.

Which wife isn’t hurt? Can’t they wait until the divorce is over? Amanda’s pride fell, trampled, shattered. Repeatedly, Chris hurt her physically and mentally, and Amanda’s tears welled up, enduring pain.

Amanda wants to run as far away as possible. Amanda wants to scream and go berserk. Amanda wants her heartache gone. But how?

Amanda desperately needs to be calm or calm down. She missed someone’s hugs, to be a relief. But who?

The woman walked out of the room, looking for someone. The man was there, soaking in the jacuzzi while enjoying the afternoon sky in the middle of the ocean. After their conversation this morning, Matt wasn’t bothering Amanda anymore.

I don’t know what pushed Amanda, but now she wants to escape. Do whatever he wants without any thought of consequences.

“Do you still want me?” Amanda’s voice shocked Matt.

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