4. Temptations

Ayuma Pov's

I felt frustrated. Over a hundred times this week, I tried to contact my father, but he completely ignored me. I wanted to laugh so badly, but what could I do?

My father seemed obsessed with a son he'd just found out about. A child of his affair with a whore when mom was pregnant three years ago, and since that day, I've been an outcast. Luckily, God loves my mom more, so she's never around to be with me at times like this; otherwise, she might have shot my dad in the head for what he's doing right now.

I turned on the shower, cold water pouring over my bare body. Tears slowly trickled down my cheeks without me realizing I was frustrated.

I could have asked for help regarding my problem through social media. The ferocity of the netizens' hands would shake Rollan to free me from the trap of the problem that was now strangling my neck. Moreover, in Indonesia, there is a famous lawyer who used to help with various viral cases; netizens would easily ask him to help me.

But the problem will never be solved that easily. The Shah family is a mafia family. People from the government, the military, and even the biggest public organizations in the country operate under their orders. One little misstep and these people would disappear forever. They may be buried on one of Indonesia's outer islands, in the deepest oceans, or perhaps in untouched jungles.

I let out a long sigh. Bastian can't be trusted at all, giving me to Rollan is the worst thing he's done, even though he said that Rollan was the one who asked me for him.

But can his words be believed? Of course not.

Bastian has clearly shown that he is not a good husband. I don't need to expect anything from him, and the only one who can be expected is myself. I must be able to escape Rollan's clutches, no matter what.

"Ayuma, how long are you going to bathe?"

Rollan? He came into my room.

"You're going to bathe all day, dear? Aren't you afraid of getting cold?" he asked in a mischievously teasing tone of voice.

"What do you want, Rollan?" I asked because, for some reason, I was very easily angered, even after hearing his voice.

"We have to go to the airport soon, baby. But...."

"But... but what?"

Silence and no answering sound from Rolland immediately made my heart beat fast. Lest that be a fucking crazy man,

Srttt...

The door opened wide, and Rollan appeared naked.

"You're crazy!" I shouted while trying to cover my tits and pussy.

But Rollan just laughed, and he walked over to me. I took a few steps back, trying to get away from him, but my steps were stopped in front of the wall.

"What on earth do you want?" I asked in a shaking voice. "The arrangement is that I am only collateral to guarantee Bastian will pay his debts, nothing more."

"Of course, I know," he said. "But don't you miss me, Ayu?"

Rollan asked while whispering in my ear, his voice sounding so soft that it made me nervous.

Rollan turned off the shower and pulled out the towel. He covered my body with the towel while whispering. "I miss you so much, Ayu. I still remember the smell of your body, your smile, the look in your eyes, and everything about you. I want to feel you again and again."

I immediately pushed Rollan away from me. I didn't want him to see the blush that had most likely appeared on my face. But before I had time to run away, Rollan quickly pulled my hand until I fell into his arms, and damn, my towel that was not perfectly tied up fell off.

Our bodies are naked; there is no distance between us until our skin touches, which makes me feel the heat from his body as well as the throbbing of his penis, which is starting to feel enlarged. It seems that he is starting to get aroused because of our closeness. The crazy thing is that I can hear the sound of his heartbeat.

Rollan looks swallowed; his right eye that he inherited from his mother looks like a very seductive lake, while his left eye that he got from an eye donor is no less attractive. Both eyeballs are like magnets that want to attract me to touch them, and damn it, my intuition wants it.

"Rollan...." I said his name in a very hoarse voice. "Please, let me, please." A moan escaped my mouth, and I tried my best to drown out the sound of my heart beating in time with his.

"I've let you go before, Ayu. But this time I will never let you go again."

"Did Bastian's penis enter your mouth, Ayu? Did Bastian...."

Bastian? Oh my god, I'm so fucking crazy!

I immediately pushed Rollan away from me, then exited the bathroom.

"Ayu, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" he asked with a look of astonishment on his face.

"We can't be like this, Rollan. Bastian is my husband, and I'm still his wife! I can't do this kind of madness with you!" I screamed and started crying.

"We love each other, Ayu. Fuck the devil if you're that asshole's wife!" snapped Rollan. He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at his face. "Look at me, Ayu, please..."

I shook my head. I didn't want to be tempted anymore. Everything that happened here went beyond my norms and reasoning.

"Do you love Bastian?"

No, I don't. Of course, I don't. Our marriage was an arranged marriage that my father made to take his responsibility off me. Even now, I am still a virgin; not a single penis has ever entered my vagina. Bastian never touched me at all because he only wanted to touch me after our wedding reception at his family's residence, and unfortunately, before that happened, I was already in Rollan's power.

"Answer me, Ayu!" he snapped.

"What does it matter to you?" I asked as I looked into his eyes defiantly. "Would you let me go if you knew I loved him?"

Rollan's body trembled; he didn't like my answer.

"Just answer my question. Do you love him?"

"I nodded for sure."

Rollan moved back and released his grip on me. He let out a long sigh repeatedly, and after a while, he spoke again. "Then, I will never touch you again until you ask for it from me."

"If I don't ask it of you?"

"I will release you if your beloved husband can pay the 80 million dollars he owes me."

Rollan walked out of my room. As soon as he walked out, I cried with relief. Once again, I had managed to save myself."I'm still Bastian's wife, Rollan...."

"You will soon be divorced from him, dear. This time, nothing will ever separate us again. I love you, Ayu...."

And very gently, Rollan kissed me near my ear; he memorized where my sensitive spots were. His hands moved to hold my neck, then down to my chest, and touched my nipples while one of his free hands held my waist.

I felt a throbbing between my thighs. I wanted it. Rollan was my first boyfriend, and we used to have very hot sex. Whenever I was around him, I would melt, kneeling, kissing, holding his cock, and taking his cock in my mouth. My body missed him, and I missed the taste.

Rollan's hand went lower and lower; if earlier it was just gently stroking my breasts, now he was in my pussy.

"Did Bastian do the same thing as me?" he asked in a husky voice full of lust.

Bastian is my husband.

Rollan's hand has reached my clitoral area. I am wet; my body is the biggest traitor I should curse. The sound of my sighs slowly began to come out.