Take off Your Clothes

Serina was seeing double and simpered, "Take off your clothes! I never had sex in my 22 years. You are so lucky!"

As she spoke, she sat up and slid her hand to his collar, gripping it. "Do it now!"

"Let go!"

He felt humiliated that his shirt was clasped by some woman. No one had dared to do it before!

"I will not. I'll help you take these off." She groped for his buttons but couldn't undo them. So, she lifted his shirt and asked, "Hey, do you have abs?"

Then, she touched his groin.

His body tensing, he hastily took hold of her wrist and ordered, "If you don't stop, I will show you who I am."

"What? Please do! Don't be a stranger with me."

"Serina! You've asked for it!"

He rolled and pinned her beneath him.

...

A loud scream shattered the silence when Serina saw a handsome face up close in the morning.

"Who are you?" She cowered to the foot of the bed holding the blanket.

Derek slowly sat up, and a smile lifted his lip corners. Gazing at the frightened "rabbit", he remembered how she had been last night.

She had trembled beneath him, and her moans were still echoing in his ears.

"Why didn't you ask me who I was when you begged me to make love to you?"

He lifted the blanket and got out of bed, only wearing boxers. His lean muscular caramel-colored legs were there for her to admire.

Without doubt, Derek had a perfect chiseled figure. His Apollo's Belt was so enticing.

This was the first time she had seen a half-naked man.

She covered her eyes with one hand and said, "Who exactly are you?"

He gracefully put on his clothes and picked up the two marriage licenses on the nightstand, throwing them at her face.

She opened one and widened her eyes. The man in the photo was Ernest, but the name was Derek!

She looked at the licenses and then at Derek. He did look like Ernest, only a bit older.

Derek snatched them away from her.

"I'm going to the UK today. I'll be back in a week. Stay here for the time being. I believe Ernest will tell you everything you want to know."

With that, he smirked and left the bedroom with the licenses.

Left to her thoughts, she blankly stared ahead and had no idea what was going on.

As soon as Derek opened the door, he saw Ernest pacing outside it.

"Derek, Derek...."

"Ernest, you stole my ID card and got me married in city hall. You fooled around at a bar and passed out drunk. I'm not forgetting this."

"I...."

Derek darted him a terrifying glance, and Ernest bit his tongue.

"She hasn't got up yet. Wait here." At that, Derek walked away. The secretary had been waiting for him for long and respectfully followed behind him.

Serina was surprised when she saw a group of people wearing the same uniform enter the room with clothes and shoes in their hands.

"Ms. Serina, your clothes are here. Do you need me to help you change?" smiled a woman in her thirties with her black hair tied up behind her head.

"No need! I'll do it myself!" Serina was scared by their hospitality. "Put them down and leave!"

"Alright, if you need anything, just call me. I am the housekeeper and your personal maid. Just call me Molly."

Serina nodded.

Molly left with the servants.

Serina took a deep breath and picked up the clothes.

Sweet Jesus!

They had even brought lingerie, underwear, and socks. And all of them were of designer brand!

He was so rich and generous!

Just as she was dressed, she heard a knock on the door. "Serina, are you ready? I'm going in!"

It was Ernest.

"Come in!" She had a bone to pick with him!

As soon as he opened the door, a pillow hit him. He was startled.

"Ernest! Explain to me what the hell is going on!"