Trial Marriage Husband : I Am CEO's Plaything

Rangga got back into his car and started the engine. A second later, the man glanced at Lisa through the window.

Lisa waved at the man and in return, the man also raised one of his hands.

The black Mercedes gradually accelerated and disappeared from Lisa's sight. The roar of the engine slowly faded until finally the alley in front of the boarding house was quiet again.

No one was seen around there except Lisa. Few minutes left before it completely turned into 1 in the morning. Lisa was so overwhelmed. She immediately opened the gate, went inside and lay down on the bed. She was so tired that she hadn't even had time to change her clothes and wash her makeup off her face!

Since she met Rangga again and became close to him like she was once, her life had become increasingly strange. A bunch of problems fell onto her but whenever she needed help, Rangga was always there.

She didn't know how to exactly word it but that man made her heart feel comfortable and safe. As if Rangga was a knight ready to help Lisa at any time. But still, Rangga was Lisa's childhood friend. It just felt weird if she's involved in a relationship with a childhood friend who always helped her out when she got into trouble.

What Rangga did felt like more of a lover, not a friend. At least for Lisa.

She thought Rangga had feelings for her. But she also thought that she could've been exaggerating and just made it up inside her mind.

Suddenly, Lisa heard the gate opened. Oh no, she forgot to lock the fence and the front door!

Lisa then got up from her bed and peeked through the gap in her room's door. She vaguely saw a large, tall figure heading toward her room.

'I'm so dead!' Lisa thought in her mind.   

When the man's shadow arrived at the door, Lisa walked backward with a pounding heart.

That tall, slender man was none other than Oscar. The velvet coat he had worn earlier still clung to his athletic body. He looked at Lisa with a cold and lustful look.

"Oscar! Why are you here again? You bastard womanizer! Are you still unable to forget me?" Lisa exclaimed angrily, her face was looking a little scared. She tried to divert Oscar so that the man would leave her boarding house.

"Lisa oh Lisa, have you forgotten? We still have an unfinished business at the birthday party!"

The man approached her slowly as he took off his velvet coat and carelessly placed it on the floor. He then took off his tie slowly and put it in his pocket.

"Oscar! What are you going to do?! Stop!" Lisa snarled as she got up from her bed.

The man pushed Lisa and locked her down on the bed. One of his hands stroked Lisa's slender waist with passion.

"Don't pretend to be stupid, Lisa. We still haven't finished the game in the back garden and I don't want to miss it!"

"Oscar, stop! How could you do this when Clara still loves you! You should make love to Clara, not me. Ah! Let go!" Lisa struggled as the man gripped her hands tightly.

"I don't like seeing you with Rangga. You two look disgusting," Oscar said as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his sexy broad chest.

"What the hell is your problem, Oscar!? I am no longer your wife, you have no right to interfere with my personal affairs!" 

"You said you and Rangga were only friends, right? But why do I see you look so intimate with him? You clearly have feelings for that man!" Oscar shouted out of jealousy.

"Whether I like Rangga or not, it's none of your business. You are too much, Oscar! You are very possessive even when we'd been divorced! You still can't forget me!"

The man slid one of his hands under the sleeves of Lisa's dress and exposed her beautiful breasts. His left hand squeezed it so hard that Lisa sighed.

"Ah Oscar, don't! Go back to your house! You've got Clara as your girlfriend, why are you doing this to me?!" Lisa shouted, struggling from Oscar's grip.

"Heh," he whispered right into Lisa's ear. "I don't want to talk about Clara. I just want to make love to you tonight!"

"Oscar, you really are a bastard! Think about how Clara would feel if she knew you were just using her the same way you used me!" Lisa shouted, kicking Oscar's chest but in vain.

"Shhh, shut up, Lisa. Clara's business is none of your business. Let her fall asleep in my room while I make love to your beautiful body all night." 

Oscar lowered his head and fiercely kissed Lisa's neck. He licked the surface of Lisa's smooth, fair neck with great passion.

Lisa shifted her gaze to the side of the bed, looking for a sharp or hard object she could use to bash Oscar's head.

Her right hand grabbed a wooden stick under the floor after she tried to grab it with difficulty.

She was no match for Oscar's powerful strength. Lisa couldn't move freely if that guy was locking her like this!

"Oscar! Please, leave me! Get out of here! Don't bother me like this again or I'll call the police!" Lisa snapped in an overwhelmed tone. That man was good at making Lisa's whole body limp without moving!

His kiss and bite aroused Lisa's long-hidden passion. She felt a familiar tremor in her lower body. As if it was asking to be satisfied right away.

Lisa tried her best to divert her lust and escape from the grip of the tall and athletic man who's pressing down on her. She wouldn't let it end like last night.

She returned to grab the wooden stick that was under the bed. With great difficulty she finally touched the tip of the stick and slowly pulled it with her fingertips. The stick almost entered her grasp. Just a little more and she would've got the wooden stick!

When Oscar stopped and removed his belt and unzipped his pants, Lisa took advantage of the gap to quickly grab a wooden stick from the floor and slam it on Oscar's head.

The man groaned in pain when the wooden stick hit his head. A drop of blood flowed from behind his forehead. It gave a chance for Lisa to run downstairs and lock her bedroom door from the outside.

"You ungrateful bitch! Open up!" He snapped from inside Lisa's room. The man was locked from inside.

With all his strength, the man broke the door open. How shocked Lisa was to see Oscar managed to get out of her room with just one crash. Just how strong Oscar really was?!

Oscar groaned with an angry shout. The man then went downstairs looking for Lisa.

Lisa was at her wits end, she then hid behind under the dining table in the kitchen.