WIDOW IN MY BED

“It’s our last night,” Amanda murmured. The beautiful woman was lying on Matthew Wyman’s bare chest, hugging his spoiled waist. Stretching the legs of the two is overlapping.

They are equally exhausted after a day of sightseeing and sunbathing on Playas de Este beach, then eating in the alley with the taste of true Havana street life, Dona Eutemia. The restaurant cooks classic Creole dishes such as malanga and ropaveja (grilled lamb), accompanied by black beans, salad and rice, and plenty of fresh seafood and exotic fruits. Amanda loved it very much because she happened to be a chef who liked to taste new foods.

Matt grabbed the woman’s shoulder while leaning against the end of the bed. Matt’s focusing on his phone. I don’t know who he’s calling, but Amanda is forbidden from asking further questions. Not to mention groping information about him. That’s their deal at the beginning.

“Mmm,” Matt said briefly.

“Hey, stupid. You heard me, didn’t you?” Amanda asked while playing around on that guy’s sexy chest. Make a circle around his nipples-round and round like a carousel.

“You…” hiss Matt.

“Stop playing with my chest. You can take crayons and picture books to draw circles.” Matt’s growl couldn’t stand Amanda’s fingers constantly playing around in his chest. His fingernails made Matt horny to want to have sex with her immediately.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Amanda just tickled and kept going on with her pranks. Matt winced at her while staying focused on her phone.

“Even until the last day, I still don’t know your name,” Amanda said she could.

And then Matt put the phone down. Amanda and Matt are also increasingly curious about the name of a beautiful woman who has satisfied him for the past two weeks. His blood boils, and his veins harden every time he touches Amanda with an almost explosive desire.

“So do I. That’s our deal, Babe.” Matt answered. Then, start caressing Amanda’s back gently.

Amanda looked up at Matthew Wyman’s dark eyes. “Yes. That’s my deal with you. Just vacation friends with benefits. Without knowing their names, cell phone numbers and origins.” Amanda explained.

“Are you happy?” asked Matt flatly, hiding his curiosity.

“Yes. I’m quite happy. And I didn’t expect to see you in this strange country.” Amanda laughed. Everything that happened was fate, but their meeting could have been better.

Amanda continued, “Where else can I find a sexy vacation friend?” Amanda emphasized the final sentence was sensual.

“Me? Sexy? You’re the first person to say it.” Matt smiled, flattered at Amanda’s compliment.

“They call me a high-end asshole or a demon more often than a hot guy.” Then Matt laughed out loud.

“With bare chests and messy hair. Well, you are the hottest.” Then Amanda kissed Matt’s greedy lips. The man was shocked, but Matt loved Amanda’s tongue game. She was sucking and continuing with restrained, naughty little moans.

This is their last night. Amanda doesn’t care if she has to be a bitch tonight. Anyway, they’ll never see each other again. There’s nothing to worry about.

“And I’m curious about your tattoo. Now tell me about the print on the back of your neck. There’s got to be a special meaning, isn’t there?” Matt asked.

“This tattoo I made when I was 19 when I found my purpose to cook,” Amanda explains.

“I still can’t believe that someone with many tattoos like you is good at cooking. But, after trying your cooking for the past few days, I think you deserve to be a chef.” Appreciate Matt sincerely.

“Oh My, I am a chef and tattoos are not prohibited. But, you love it?”

“Yeah. I like it. Your tattoos make me hungry. I wanted to keep biting her, so Matt kissed Amanda on the shoulder at a glance.

“Then what’s the meaning of the cool writing on your arm?”

Amanda reflex saw the tattoo on her arm, “I got this tattoo after graduating from college. I have to respect my life. You’ll look cool if you can respect yourself and love the people around you.”

Matt smiled when he heard Amanda’s chatter about the beautiful tattoo painted on the woman’s body. The image of the little pieces on the index signifies she was born in February, with a sunflower under her breast, a rose on the back, the inscription of a smile on her waist and the image of two small elephants behind her ears.

Talking and spending a lot of time with Amanda was this much fun. They look like an old couple who speak before they fall asleep.

“Last. Lavender flowers near your ankles? What does that mean?” Matt’s question made Amanda’s face change. She looked gloomy, sad, and disappointed.

“The lavender man said it symbolizes loyalty. I got this tattoo before my wedding day. Hope my household will be okay.” Amanda forced herself to smile.

Matt’s eyes were startled and interrupted quickly, “WHAT! Did you say you were married? You’re kidding, right?” asked Matt frantically. Amanda just nodded limply.

Matt’s dark face quickly hardened and showed a cold look.

“Oh no, fuck me! How could I sleep with someone’s wife? I’m a fucking asshole!” Matt shouted as he grabbed his hair furiously. The man was angry, and his anger was like a volcano erupting. Immediately, Matt released their naked bodies under the covers.

“Hey, I’m getting a divorce next month! We haven’t lived in one house in half a year. So technically, I’m no longer his partner!” Amanda explained firmly as if she didn’t care.

“I hate liars!” said Matt angrily.

“I’m not lying, Boss. And don’t intimidate me because I’m telling the truth.”

Matt approached Amanda and grabbed her jaw. But Amanda didn’t wink and even smiled a little at her words.

“You’re not trying to fool me, are you? You’ll pay the price if you play games with me, lady! I’ll make sure you can’t go back to your country!” Matt threatened in a cold voice.

The voice Amanda first heard. Instead, it makes the blood even more challenging to dig up the little gap gradually.

Matt was still staring at her darkly, Amanda’s heart beating fast, and she was nervous, with a cold sweat, watching that authoritarian stare. Matt is handsome, but that look looks like a demon without mercy. Amanda was fascinated by the sight, smiling at the knot and Matt’s solemn expression. Matt’s face really looked like a demon who wanted to swallow him alive. Very real and very manly.

“I swear, Boss,” Amanda said flatly, laughing. “Look at your expression. That’s funny!” Matt’s face is starting to turn more relaxed now. Matt seemed relieved, unable to get any angrier, let alone hurt Amanda. He would never have the heart to do it.

“Nobody knows I have Havana anyway. So you’re free to sleep with someone’s wife, Boss.” Amanda said habitually, then pulled the guy back. She wants a hug like it used to be.

“Yeah, I think having sex with people’s wives is more fun.” Matt complimented me and smiled. He got stuck in Havana and fucked another man’s wife.

“Then, What are your plans after you return to your country?” asked Matt.

“I’m flattered.” Amanda returned the smile, “Maybe taking care of my divorce, the trial next month. And you?”

“I have a job in Russia,” Matt replied.

“Bingo! You’re Russian!”

“Let’s just say so. And I like the way you call me Boss.” Matt tightened his arms. “You’re naughty for playing games with me, Babe. I want to punish you.”

“Can you punish me, Boss?” challenged Amanda with a seductive expression. She found himself like a woman thirsty for a man’s touch. Because she’s been ignored for a long time, after their agreement, Amanda seems to have gotten a lot of satisfaction through a strange man who she thinks is overheating.

Matt smiled mischievously. “You want me to fuck you?” Tempted Amanda.

“Yes, sir!” whispered Amanda seductively.

“So, say the password?” teased Matt.

“Please…” Amanda doesn’t know what she’s saying because she looks like a bitch right now. “Fuck me, Boss.”

And that was the end of a Friend with Benefits Matthew Wallace & Amanda La Howard. Matt’s stuck in Havana for a dangerous case. Then Amanda, who fell to Havana to get rid of her pain, forgot her husband, meant the man who was soon to become an ex-husband.

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