Chapter 2 - Chapter 2

(Serena's POV).

"Are you ready?" He asked me when I was still doing my simple make-up.

 

I looked at him and nodded my head. "Yes, I'm ready."

 

We were about to meet his girlfriend, Mona. She was the one who knew everything about this fake marriage. She knew about my situation, and I was grateful she wasn't a typical temperamental woman because all she knew was that Evan always loved her.

 

I was nervous along the journey to meet her. Although we had a good relationship, I was never fine with any of this.

 

"Do you remember what you are going to say to her?" asked Evan, reminding me.

 

"Of course I remember. I'll never forget about it. Don't worry."

 

Evan cleared his throat with a nod, and there was silence again. I held my wedding ring nervously. The ring that hadn't come off since we got married, but soon it would slip off its master and leave a shadow on it.

 

Tsk! If you think about it, how ironic my married life is.

 

When we finally arrived at the restaurant, I finally met her. She smiled at me and hugged me while asking how I was doing. To me, all of this was really hypocritical and a drama that I couldn't change because I was not the author.

 

"You're getting prettier, Serena. How can Evan not like you?" Mona was complimenting and teasing. 

 

I chuckled, and I was about to start my role here. "Mona, I already have a boyfriend. Besides, Evan loves you, and there's no way he likes me. You're everything to him."

 

Mona chuckled, and it seemed strange that she didn't suspect me of having feelings for her boyfriend. She, too, assumed that none of this had anything to do with feelings. Sad, but that was true.

 

"Oh wow! You have a boyfriend! I'm glad to hear that."

 

"Actually, I'm too confident to call him a boyfriend, Mona. Because I'm actually the one who likes him, he just treats me as he sees fit."

 

Her face immediately turned concerned at my false story. "Pursue him if you like him so much."

 

I just nodded and didn't really want to think about what she said, considering it was my own husband who was her boyfriend I talked about.

 

In front of me, Evan was silent. He had been staring at me and listening to my conversation with Mona. I don't know if Mona saw Evan's gaze on me or not, but I was honestly nervous when he stared at me like that.

 

We then ate together until the conversation stopped because Evan took me home because he himself had something to do besides bringing me and Mona together.

 

"Serena, tell me, how do your in-laws treat you?" asked Mona as Evan and I were about to leave.

 

I looked at Evan for a moment, and he just gave me a nod, which meant telling me to answer honestly.

 

"My in-laws are very kind and loving, Mona. They love me."

 

"Ah, I can't wait to feel their affection then!"

 

I couldn't help but smile, as it was even more painful when someone accidentally wished me a quick divorce from Evan.

 

We finally parted ways, and in the car before Evan got in, I let out a long sigh. It felt so heavy, like there was a weight piling up on my shoulders for me to support, but I had to look strong in front of him.

 

"She believed that," he said, as the car pulled away.

 

"Yeah. We did it."

 

"You look good when you say it, Serena. I didn't expect it."

 

"Hmm, I practiced all night."

 

And he believed my bullsh*t answer. If only I could easily convey how much I love you, Evan...

 

When I realized that the car wasn't turning towards the house, I immediately looked at her. "Where are we going?"

 

"Meet our friend in the bar."

 

I didn't ask any more questions because I knew who he was talking about. Maybe I could just unwind because, since yesterday, I have been feeling so stressed over the divorce papers.

 

I immediately sat down in the section of female friends who were gathering while sighing and also ordered a rather light drink for me to enjoy.

 

I looked at Evan as I took a sip of my beer and felt really frustrated that I had no other way to drink it. 

 

Annoyed, I sipped my beer so many times that I kept adding because it hurts so much when the person you love isn't looking at you but another woman.

 

"Hey, you've been drinking a lot. You better stop, Serena," my friend said, looking at me.

 

"Who cares anyway?" I asked half-consciously.

 

"Serena, are you hurting from your divorce?" 

 

It wouldn't surprise me if my friend eventually found out about our divorce. Yeah, everyone knew that this marriage was just an agreement, at least with the closest people.

 

"Ugh, I have to go to the restroom," I said, choosing to avoid it by getting up and walking irregularly.

 

I started washing my face, trying to breathe in and out, until I finally came back out and bumped into someone who caught me.

 

"You're drunk; let's go home," he said.

 

My eyes squinted at him, and it was my husband. My husband, whom I love, unfortunately didn't love me and soon became my ex-husband. How pathetic it was!

 

"What? No. I still want to enjoy my beer."

 

I removed his hands from my body, but then Evan held me down and locked me against the toilet wall.

 

Suddenly I became fully aware as his body was so close to me for the first time, plus his breath I could feel.

 

"I said, go home! I'm still your husband, Serena, so don't argue!" he said firmly.

 

I sighed, and he pulled away and pulled my hand out of the bar. He opened the car door, something he'd never done with me. Suddenly, the atmosphere at the end of going through a divorce felt so beautiful—beautiful moments that I had never felt.

 

The ride to the apartment was long, as we were silent about what had happened to me. I know it was also the first time I'd drunk out of control, pretty much drinking without thinking about anything else. But I really needed it at a time like this.

 

"Why are you suddenly drunk?" he asked.

 

"No reason. I just wanted to try drinking a lot. That's all."

 

"Unfortunately, you look bad when you drink a lot of beer. Even beer, damn! I can't imagine if you drink anything other than that."

 

I just shut up, sighed, and closed my eyes until I didn't realize that we had arrived at the apartment.

 

"Come on, we arrived," he said, pulling me out of the car.

 

I, who was still semi-conscious plus I had just fallen asleep and woke up, moaned lazily to get up. Then suddenly Evan picked me up, startling me.

 

What the hell? Again, this moment was the first time he did that to me, which he should have done right after we got married.

 

"Only this time I will do this to you, Serena," he said.

 

Should I just pretend like I didn't hear because I was drunk? Maybe I was. Maybe I should be like this when we're really separated. Because, when else would I feel his touch?

 

When Evan put me in the room and he was about to leave, I held his hand, making him stop and sit on the edge of the bed.

 

"Are you my husband?" I asked. At times, I was aware of my actions, but on the other hand, the effects of the beer I'd taken had too much control over me.

 

Evan was silent, looking at me. I ran my hand over him and held him as if I didn't want him to leave.

 

"Don't leave," I pleaded. "Stay for tonight. Don't you miss your little wife? We've been in a long-distance marriage, and... ugh, I hate to say this, but... I can't believe that we will divorce soon."

 

Damn it! I just realized what I just said. It just came out of nowhere, and... what would he think after hearing this?

 

"Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?" he asked, finally.

 

But I thought it was too late if he asked me just now. So I just chuckled, got up from the bed, and sat facing him.

 

I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling his masculine scent. That was one of the reasons I loved him. But why wasn't he trying to avoid me? It was not like he should be avoiding me because he didn't want to come into contact with me.

 

"Ugh, wait here!" I said, getting up.

 

Evan held onto me to keep me from falling, but then I let go and reached for my nightgown in the closet. And I don't know where the courage came from. In the end, I took off all my clothes and replaced them with my nightgown, aka lingerie, in front of him.

 

I often bought lingerie in the hopes that Evan would look at me, at least once touch me, and make love to me.

 

"Serena, what did you do?" he asked, surprised.

 

"You saw me changing my clothes into lingerie; it's something I often do before going to bed, you know. Besides, isn't it okay for a wife to get naked in front of her husband?" I said it casually.

 

Evan stood up and was about to leave the room, but I held his hand again until I looked at his face so closely.

 

He was handsome, and my heart was pounding. I wondered how he felt this time. Does he still not feel anything?

 

"Why don't you touch me one time, Evan? One time?!" I asked in frustration. 

 

"You're drunk. You should sleep before something happens."

 

"Oh, what is it? Do you mean... this?" I asked as I teased him by dropping one strap of my lingerie sleeve.

 

"Serena..."

 

Slowly, I took off his tie and threw it away. Then, I unbuttoned his shirts one by one until I saw his broad chest and his six-pack abs in front of my eyes.

 

My hands trailed down his body until he held me there. 

 

"You're going to regret this, Serena," he said passionately.

 

"Make me," I challenged in a sexy tone, looking up at him.

 

Evan kissed me brutally. The kisses were quick, with both hands squeezing my ass.

 

I sighed. Especially when his kisses went down to my neck, turning me on even more. I smiled for a moment with my lips parted. Was this how passionate he was all along?

 

"Oh, Evan!" I called out to him, then I took off his pants, and he started carrying me, making me wrap my legs around his hips.

 

His deep kiss gave me hickey marks around my chest and my neck. Then... "Ah!" I was a bit startled when he sucked on my nipple, twisting it and playing with it with his tongue.

 

My lingerie then fell off as Evan moved me on the bed. There, he was even more brutal under me. His tongue played with my cunt, then sucked on it, and over and over again he did that.

 

"Evan! Oh! No!" I screamed.

 

He didn't even say anything while I started to go limp as I felt my insides about to explode.

 

Just then, I screamed, spurting my juices as Evan inserted his manhood, and I heard him growl.

 

His hips moved back and forth, kissing my lips, and when I looked at his face, he was really handsome. So handsome. I was happy to be able to make love to him for the first time and prove that my virginity was only for him.

 

"Hmm... Serena!" he called out to me as his movements back and forth got faster. 

 

I spread my legs as I felt myself about to orgasm for the second time. 

 

"Damn it! Serena!" 

 

"Evan!"