Marco's Revenge

Mirana's POV

How can I recover from it? How can I ever get his trust back?

That would be impossible...

Is it impossible for me to gain his trust? And most of all is his love. Because to this day, I still love him. After we ate the ice cream he immediately took me home without telling me where he was going, but he will come back immediately and told me not to wait for him.

Nanang was gone when I step in the house and left only a letter saying she needed to leave because her son was sick and no one will watch over him.

It was about eight o'clock in the morning but Marco was still missing. I couldn't even sleep. Somehow I knew something in the kitchen so my feet dragged me into the kitchen and cooked breakfast for both Marco and me. I also need to eat on time so that I can grow physically and because of what I bring.

When I was about to open the refrigerator when I heard Marco's car, I immediately smiled to know that he was there. I was approaching the door when I heard a woman's voice they're both laughing and seem to flirt with each other.

The door opened immediately and two people with almost faces and lips pulled closer as I stood and watched them both. As if they had no idea that someone was in front of them. My body went numb when I saw them broadly kissing in front of me and m.o.a.ning each other.

The woman's hand tightens on Marco as if it were a leech.

"Owwww babe, who is she?" she asked in an accent of British while giggling and pointing her finger at me but her eyes were on him.

"Don't mind her she's just a plain housewife. Shall we continue our discussion at my room?" he asked on her and she can't stop giggling.

"She must be boring in bed that is why you need my companionship. Right babe?" she m.o.a.n.e.d in the ears of Marco.

was holding back in anger because it might take a few seconds for me to strike and strike his chin with a knife.

"What a bitch," she said as she stared at the head to toe.

"No wonder that she's boring."

"Whore," I talked back at her cake face and she looked shocked.

"Careful-"

"Fake accent, fake b.o.o.b.s, fake tan, and cake face. Uhmmmm did I miss something? Oh right, a cheap f.u.c.k.i.n.g whore," I said and turned them away immediately.

"And oh wait for, Marco, if you have a partner you can rent a lodging house. It looks like a leafy mixture of fungi is with you. Are your tastes changed? he just looks like he looks like an endangered shrimp species. The ugly one. Do you hear me gay? I don't know if you are female or gay?," I said and left them both as if they were pouring cold water.

I took a deep breath when I reached the kitchen. I don't know how I could have said it all. I know I'm dead to Marco now but I'm still Mirana Vaughn Welch. It would have been a lot of fun but I wouldn't have thrown it out of my hands. What a cake-like face she had. I laugh at what I did and what I was thinking. Why am I so bad, I hurt that shrimp girl so much. Well, she deserves it so I shouldn't be sorry for what I did.

I looked into the living room and found that they were gone, lest that mole has climbed the shrimp. I immediately went up to her room but heard no m.o.a.ns. Maybe they haven't started yet because maybe this moment Marco is getting nauseous with that shrimp slash leech.

"What the f.u.c.k are you doing?" he yelled that he looked annoyed.

"Nothing, I was just checking you out" I was just trying to stop myself from laughing at what I was saying but I burst into laughter and saw that he was annoyed. He shut the door with great force because of annoyance.

"I was just checking on you if you sleep with her, how was it? Does it taste good?" I screamed at his door and left m.o.a.ning in laughter.

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Marco's POV

My phone beep just when I look at it.

'I need you badly, I'm here at your office... waiting.' Says the text message, mine started to get harder.

Milena is the one I need when I need companionship and when she needs it too. In other words, we benefit from each other. She has a husband that can't give her what she wants when it comes to bed. Her husband is a lawyer and no wonder that he has no time for his lover.

I immediately grabbed my gear and key when I heard a faint laugh outside my room.

I immediately opened the door and saw her wiping the furniture but she didn't pay much attention to what she was doing.

"What the f.u.c.k are you doing?" I said, she was surprised but was replaced by a suppressed laugh.

"Nothing, I was just checking you out."

I organized myself and in a few minutes, I decided to message Milena.

'Wait there, lock the office. My tongue we'll make you wet and scream for more.' I replied while smirking thinking her begging my name for more.

I was coming down the stairs when I saw Mirana preparing food. I would have ignored her when she saw me.

"Marco, I've prepared something for you to eat. Eat some food before you leave."

"I'll eat at my office. Why are you doing that?"

"I don't want you to get sick," she replied.

"The hell you care," I sternly said making her walk back on where she is standing at.

"Don't wait for me, don't call me, just mind your own business and care for the baby. You just have 9 months to prove it," I said and immediately left for my car.

By the time I got to my office the curtain had closed all the glass. I have my keys and so she does. I turned around the doorknob and saw a carpet lying on the back of my desk.

"Milena," I called and she immediately stood up from behind my desk. She had no idea, I went harder and harder every step she makes. I want to taste her.

"Marco, what took you so long? I've been here horny and horny please do me now," she purred just when she touches my c.h.e.s.t. I kiss her deeply and she m.o.a.n.e.d and now mine was getting bigger and harder.

"Shhhhh we're here in my office we can't make a sound."

"Can't.... help... it.."... she m.o.a.n.e.d in my ears.

She unbuckled my belt and put down my trousers.

"He wants me," she smiled and I just winked at her.

"Badly"

I lift her up and now her legs were on my t.h.i.g.hs and she's already wet. I push mine and withdraw. She gasped at my harshness.

"Marco, there's a carpet over there."

"I want this. Why don't you like it?"

"I love it."

We were on our climax when I heard a click coming from the window.