My Husband, Treat Me Well

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Damien couldn't help himself when a beautiful woman, drugged by her boyfriend, came into the hotel, kissed him and took off her clothes. They both had a one night stand, but this lady, Zara, didn't let it go, she wanted revenge, she wanted to use Damien like he'd used her, and being married to him would help her get revenge on him. "As long as I live, I'm his lawful wife, while all of you're only his mistresses," she said, even when he was involved in scandals with other women, and finally left him when she learned that he'd cheated on her again. But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his amazement. The man had already gotten what he wanted from her, but she couldn't understand why he still wanted to torment and pursue her.

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Chapter 10 33

08-22 16:10

Chapter 1 One Night Stand

The 22nd birthday party of the five-star hotel in New York was coming to an end. Damien's steps were a little messy, and his face was even redder than before, like blush, when the elevator was in the 8th floor. Victoria held Damien's hand and squeezed it tightly, she couldn't let Damien get into Reagan's bed. She'd thought about it and made this decision.

She led Damien to the innermost part of the corridor to the last room, where the waiter had just brought the food and hadn't yet closed the door.

"Hello, that man in there's my friend. I'll go in and you don't have to lock the door." said Victoria. The waiter didn't doubt that she knew the man and drove the food cart away.

Victoria came along the doorway and saw a tall figure in the room wearing the hotel's nightgown. It looked as if the person had just taken a bath. Suddenly Damien pulled her out of the door crack with a jerk and quickly closed the door.

Victoria raised her head and glanced at the camera. Fortunately, the room they were in is in a dead corner. The camera can't take pictures. After thirty minutes, she left the room, pulled her long wavy hair aside and went to another suite as if nothing had happened.

When Damien came out of the room, he turned around and saw a woman. She was shivering and had cold eyes, but the discomfort didn't make her think much. She rose from the floor and staggered to the man. She needed something badly now. She didn't know what she needed.

"Get out of here!" Damien yelled at her.

When the distance between them was less than ten feet, he saw the woman's face clearly. Her long black hair had been combed by professional stylists into beautiful and intricate long braids, elegant and classy. The white dress she wore showed off all her assets, a beautiful butterfly clavicle, plump to a good figure. The bottom of the dress ran in a curve from top to bottom, and her long white legs stood out on the right side. The corners of her skirt were decorated with shiny small diamonds. She wore 8 cm high red stiletto sandals, and he could see that she was a cheerful, open and sincere lady.

He was still staring at her without giving another command when she was carried away by two men. Damien saw her narrow face with abnormal blush and couldn't help but smile at the crazy lady. Then he asked her to leave and walked towards her.

"I feel a little sick. Can I've some cold water?" said Zara, struggling with the high-heeled shoes on her right foot, which she'd have preferred to throw away.

Finally, she put her right arm on Damien's neck and gently moved her left hand. The high-heeled shoe was successfully thrown off by her. Her faint perfume smelled like the fragrance of medium white lotus and small lily of the valley; like an internationally known brand delight. All over her body, she looked so gorgeous and noble.

Without hesitation, she put her slender wrist around Damien's neck and walked to the door. However, her legs were so soft that she couldn't support her body. Then she knelt down on the white carpet while holding Damien's hand.

Zara, the woman holding Damien's hand, had no patience. She vigorously shook off her hand, ready to call the hotel's front desk. She held onto him to get up and gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

"I'm not feeling well. Help me." Zara's soft, pleading voice had a special flavor in the dark night.

She picked up the microphone on the wall and spoke with it before shoving it into his hand. Damien looked at her with a sharp look, "Did someone send you here? Who told you I arrived in New York today and who're you?"

But before he could finish his words, the woman sought access to his mouth. After finishing the kiss, she said, "You must save me quickly."

Damian suppressed his reaction, grinned and pushed the woman off him without hesitation. Now, he admitted to himself, the crazy woman was charming. She'd kissed him and he couldn't help but return the kiss.

"Get out!" Damian yelled at her again.

Zara staggered back a few steps to stand safely, she couldn't hear what he was saying, she only knew that the man's emotionally thin lips were opening softly. Without hesitation, she pulled down the zipper of her dress and her dress fell to the carpet.

At the sight of the sexy body in front of him, Damien's eyes grew deeper. Although Zara's head wasn't clear, she was so horny. She walked up to him and took off her bra and pants. Without thinking, Damien pulled her into the room he was in earlier and pounced on her like a hungry wolf.

***

The sun was shining brightly, the air conditioning in the room was too strong, which woke up Zara, who was fast asleep. She carefully opened her eyes and looked around her surroundings. Why do I've a pain, she thought.

She sat up and was shocked when she saw the marks on her body, because as an adult she certainly knew what had happened to her.

She thought: How could this happen? Who's this man? Damn it! Why can't I remember?

Zara sat on the big bed in a daze and wanted to cry, but this wasn't the time to cry. She got out of bed, her legs were still soft, and it was hard to go to the window and open the curtain yet.

The sun was blinding outside. It was already afternoon. Looking at the scenery outside the window, she knew she was still in the Peninsula Hotel. The scenery outside the window was very beautiful. The breeze was blowing gently, and the wind with the fragrance of flowers was brushing the curtain. The pink curtain fluttered and fluttered. It was a bit of an aesthetic feeling, but now she wasn't in the mood to enjoy it.

Zara's thoughts were jumbled. She rubbed her aching eyebrows and sighed softly. Things had come to this, and there was no point in saying anything.

There were two exquisite boxes on the nightstand in the room, and a white chiffon dress was open. She was ready to take a bath and quickly get out of here.

It was a little difficult to enter the bathroom. There were several expensive men's toiletries in the bathroom. She knew it belonged to the man who'd slept with her last night.

Zara shook her head and filled the bathtub with water to relax. As she filled the tub, she remembered last night's crazy night and muttered to herself, "Who was that man last night?"