Marrying My Ex-Boyfriend

"Argh! Damn it! How could you break up with me, Rangga? You bastard!" Paramitha Indira Angela - a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman had just been dumped by Rangga, her lover.

Gabriel Kusuma Damian frowned when he saw Indi after a long absence. "Indira? It's been a long time since we've seen each other," Damian muttered, and approached the woman.

Apparently, Indi was already drunk. Even her eyes were dim and she couldn't see people clearly. She just smiled, then ....

Bruk!

Damian raised his eyebrows. "Hey, wake up. Indira?" Damian sighed as he looked at Indi, who was asleep on his lap.

**

"I never expected that. Apparently, you are this good." The heavy voice that was pushing deeper into Indi's body growled with unmistakable pleasure.

Damian Kusuma - a handsome man, a young business executive who had just turned twenty-eight years old was working on the body of Indira Pramesti-a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman he had long admired since he was in college.

Being a widower for a long time made him excited to fuck the body of the woman he admired. It didn't matter if Ind - as the woman was called - would berate him after sobering up.

"Arrgghh!" screeched Indi as the man pushed himself back down there. Sighs and moans could be clearly heard in the room.

In a stupor, not knowing who was fucking her, Indi just enjoyed the delicious touch. Damian, who had been crazy about her for a long time, pounded her mercilessly. Sweat was already pouring down the bedsheet on which they were having sex.

Damian, who had been longing to make love, enjoyed the sighs Indi let out.

"When is this over, huh?! I can't take it anymore," Indi squealed in a heavy voice. "This body... eeumh...!" Indi couldn't resist the hot play Damian was making on him.

"Are you there yet, hum?" asked Damian in his soft voice.

Indi just nodded. Meanwhile, Damian pushed his body again until the sound of the spark of lovemaking was heard so clearly. Her body convulsed as the delicious sweat poured out down there.

"Tired!" complained Indi as she caught her breath. Then she lost consciousness because of the drunkenness that was still in her.

"So beautiful. Finally, we meet again, Indi. It's been a long time since we've seen each other, but finally we meet again and get this beautiful body of yours," he said as he touched the innocent white skin.

"Don't be afraid, Indi. I will not run away from responsibility. I'll wait for you to wake up and tell you we just slept together. Splitting the night with the sounds of your screams and sighs."

Damian rested beside Indi, who was already deep in sleep.

**

It was already nine in the morning. The hangover from last night was still very strong in his head.

"Argh! What's wrong with my body? What did I dream of last night?" she muttered as she lightly ruffled her hair. "Why!"

Indi realized. This was not her bedroom. He then quickly circulated his gaze around the room.

"Where is this?" she asked frantically. Then he realized he wasn't wearing anything. "Why am I not wearing clothes? My heirloom hurts too." Indi really didn't realize what she had done last night.

"Morning!" Damian greeted her with his body wrapped only in a waist-length towel.

Indi furrowed her brow. "Da... mian?" she muttered as she rubbed her eyes. Then she rolled her eyes in surprise. "Damian... what are you doing here?" she yelled after him.

Damian shrugged his shoulders. "It's my room. Still don't remember what happened last night?" he asked as he stared intently into those eyes.

"Don't come any closer!" Indi exclaimed as she stared intently at the man's handsome face. "Why am I in your room? What happened last night? We ...." Indi couldn't continue with her words.

Damian nodded casually. "Last night you were drunk. You were babbling incoherently, and since there were no friends waiting for you, I brought you to my apartment," he explained.

"Apartment? Here?" asked Indi as she grabbed her hair, then quickly grabbed her clothes and rushed to put them back on.

The man nodded. "That's right. Where else if not here? And thank you for everything. You're really amazing."

"Shiitt!" screeched Indi, staring Damian in the face. "You're crazy, Damian! You're crazy! Fuck me without permission and now say thank you?! Damn you!" she screeched in annoyance. She hated him even more for raping her. Yes. She thought Damian had raped her because she didn't know and didn't accept his invitation to have sex with her.

"Take a shower first, Indi. I won't do anything else. One night is enough," she said and smiled.

Indi glanced lazily at the man. "No need. Just shower at home. I've got business!" she said and took the clothes and put them on immediately.

"Where's my car? Don't tell me ...." Indi rolled her eyes.

"At the bar. I don't know which car is yours. By the way, how are you?"

"No need for pleasantries, you. We're just meeting here. I don't want to see you again and forget everything! If you see me on the street, don't say hello to me or anything!" he said with his eyes staring angrily at Damian's face.

Damian returned her smile. "See you soon, Indi. I assure you, we'll meet again, not long after you get home," he said and grinned.

Arriving home. With stealthy steps, afraid of being caught by her papa because she had just come home. She immediately went into her room and took off all her clothes. She went into the bathroom to clean herself up.

However, her steps stopped when she saw the red marks on her chest. Enough to make her squeal violently.

"Damian, damn it! This guy's crazy! Arrgghh!" Indi grabbed her hair and stomped her feet into the bathroom. Turned on the shower faucet and washed her body.

"Why did I have to meet him? Sleeping with a crazy guy like Damian is the worst nightmare I've ever had," she said softly. Truly, she regretted everything about having to serve a strange man like Damian. More precisely, she was raped because Indi knew nothing about sleeping with him.

"Don't let me see you again, you son of a bitch!" she screeched as she washed her body with soap to remove the remnants of Damian's touch.

"How could he leave so many traces here?" Indi continued to grumble in annoyance at Damian.

"I'm really sorry that I didn't get drunk with a friend, just by myself. This is how it turned out." Indi complained listlessly. Damian was a man who didn't fit into her category. He clearly hated and regretted what had happened last night.

Even though she had let it go and was indifferent, leaving his mark on her body upset her to no end.

"Indi?" The call from Wijaya-sang papa made Indi have to finish her bath.

He then immediately used a bathrobe and approached his father, who was already in his room.

"Yes, Pa?" she asked, while drying her hair with a towel.

"Today, yes. We're meeting with a family friend of Papa's."

"Huh? Today? Does it really have to be today, Pa?" asked Indi in panic.

Bad luck was really coming his way. Sleeping with his nemesis and now having to meet the candidate that Wijaya has chosen for him.

"Yes. It's time for you and him to meet and then plan this wedding. Stop playing here and there, Indi. You are an adult. Remember your age." Wijaya said quietly.

Indi let out a rough sigh. "But, Papa... it's too early and I'm not ready to meet him. He's not necessarily a good guy either. Are you sure that he's the best match for me?" Indi still tried to refuse her father's request.

"This is the best. I'm sure and you will be happy with him!" he said confidently.

Indi sighed softly. 'If he's a good guy, he'll regret it because I just slept with Damian, the weird guy who raped me. Duh! This is my fate,' she said to herself and scratched her hair lightly.

"Papa. If he doesn't accept my drunken condition and all that, Papa will be embarrassed. I'd better find my soul mate, Papa. Yes, Papa, yes?" Indi begged for the match to be canceled.

"He already knows what your world is like. That's why Papa is thrilled that there is a man who wants to accept you for who you are."

"Hah?" Indi was shocked. 'Is there a guy like him?' she said to herself.

Indi sighed softly again. "Yes, Papa, just wait outside. I'll get dressed first," she said weakly. Inevitably, she had to accept the match.

"Yes, son." Wijaya published a smile.

Fifteen minutes later, Indi came out of her room and approached her papa, who was waiting for her in the living room. Both of them immediately left the house and Wijaya drove his car to his friend's house.

"What kind of person is he, Pa?" Indi asked later.

"You'll find out later." That was all the papa said to her.

It only took thirty minutes for them to arrive at the house. Indi sighed softly again. Then he got out of the car with his papa.

"Dude!" Wijaya hugged Pradipta - his friend.

"How are you, Wijaya? Today, huh? Does he know?"

Wijaya relaxed his shoulders. "No need to tell him. He already understands it himself."

"Wow! Good! Alright then. I'll call my son first." Pradipta called her son, who had just returned home.

Meanwhile, Indi and Wijaya sat on the living room sofa. The woman sighed again as she looked around the magnificent house.

"Rich people, apparently," she muttered later.

"Hey!"

The soft voice was very familiar to Indi. He quickly turned his head towards the source of the voice.

Her mouth gaped, her eyes bulging as she stared at the man who would become her husband and was said to be very accepting of her as she was.

"Why do I have to meet him again?! Gosh, the world is so narrow," Indi grumbled quietly so that Wijaya or the people there wouldn't hear her.

"Indi. This is Damian. He said you already know each other," Pradipta said to Indi.

She shook her head quickly. "No, Om. I don't know him." Indi grimaced softly as she glanced at Damian.

"Wow. Damian said you were in the same college?"

Indi was silent and only gave a grin to her future father-in-law.

Damian, meanwhile, just smiled. He didn't want to go into detail, if they had known each other even at the same college two years ago.

"So here's the thing, Indi. Damian is my youngest son. Your papa and I planned this match six months ago, after his wife left Damian."

"Huh?" Indi turned to Satya. "Widower?" she asked later. "Shit! I... married a widower?" Indi grimaced weakly.

"Where is your wife? Why did you have to marry me? Why don't you try going back to your wife?" Indi asked sarcastically.

"Indi." Wijaya said quietly. "Damian's wife passed away in an accident one year ago."

Indi pursed her lips after hearing her papa's explanation. "Ooh!" she said softly.

"You can get to know each other after marriage. If possible, just get married next month," said Pradipta, who seemed eager to marry his son to Indi.

The woman then turned her head to Pradipta. "What? Next month? How fast!" she said, surprised.

"We can prepare from now on, Indi. You're old enough too. What else are you looking for, Indi? Never mind, stop spreeing, going to bars, getting drunk and so on. It's time for you to start a family. Papa is old, Papa just wants to see you get married. That's it."

Wijaya said slowly. Pleading, so that Indi would accept the match. Really, a match chosen by his papa for him. Never did she expect. Apparently Wijaya matched her with the man of her choice.

**

One month passed ....

The wedding actually happened. The two had tied the knot after Indi was 'forced' to accept the arranged marriage. Not because she wanted to let alone remember her age, just because she felt bad for her papa, who begged her to accept the arranged marriage.

That same night, Indi moved into the house that Pradipta had provided as a wedding gift and also as a thank you to the woman for marrying Damian-the youngest son of Pradipta's only hope who was finally happy to see Damian want to marry again after letting Rachel go.

"Damn it, this is a nightmare, isn't it? Me, married to that one dugong? Oh, my God! How do I know my papa and Damian's family, anyway? Ah! It makes my life uncomfortable if this is the story," grumbled Indi, who still hadn't accepted her destiny to be married to Damian.

"What happened that night shocked me, too." Indi complained lethargically. Truly, this kind of fate had left her in a state of confusion and embarrassment.

Not long after, Damian entered the room and smiled at his wife, who was standing on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing here?" asked Indi nervously.

For a month, Indi had been thinking hard and still couldn't accept the fact that she was going to be the wife of Damian Kusuma - a widower left forever by his wife.

This situation made her awkward, and she didn't even want to meet Damian once. She really felt like she was trapped in this very complicated situation.

"Damian... you better get some sleep. I'm not ... I'm not ready," Indi said, begging Damian not to touch her that night.

Damian frowned. "Why? If it's because of your period, I'll understand. But, if it's because you're tired, that's no excuse. I'm tired too! So, which excuse do you want to use?" he asked curiously.

'I don't want Damian to know that I have a disorder, too. My hormones will rise dramatically if Damian touches me. This can't happen. He can't know that I'm good at everything,' she said to herself.

In fact, she couldn't help but stare at Damian's burly body, that was deliberately wearing nothing shirtless, and it made Indi uncomfortable.

"In the past, you were famous for being a bitch and sleeping with various men was one of your hobbies. So, why don't you want to sleep with me?" asked Damian asking for an explanation for Indi, who continued to refuse.

Indi swallowed her saliva slowly. "How do you know? That hoax, Damian. I don't know! No... I've never slept with any men!" she denied Damian's words.

The man smiled wryly. "So, why was it loose when we made love one month ago? Who took away your chastity?" asked Damian, urging Indi to be honest with him.

Indi took a deep breath and then let it out again. 'I'm getting embarrassed! Why am I oon? He already knows and has felt it? I was caught lying, right?' Indi grumbled to herself.

Truly, she was being embarrassed by her own husband. As she exhaled a long breath, Indi looked at Damian with a deep gaze.

"Okay! But, if you lose before the war, never ask me for that again!" she challenged.

"What are you saying, Indi? Haven't you already tasted my might?"

"I was drunk, Damian. I don't know what it was like. No need to get weird, you!" he denied and in fact Indi only felt her body crumble like she had just worked seven days and seven nights when she woke up.

Damian chuckled softly. "Alright. Let's start now. Just so you know how my game will make you weak and helpless."

Indi relaxed her shoulders. "Go ahead! I'm not scared!" she said defiantly with her eyes fixed on Damian's face, which looked so calm but held a lot of resentment towards his wife.

"Shit!" Damian then grabbed her full on the lips. Wanting to show that he could be a husband capable of giving her the desire that was inside him.

"Ready for our first night?" Damian whispered in a smooth, seductive voice.

After kissing her lips, they went downwards. Savoring every inch of his wife's white skin.

"Damian... oh my God!" moans Indi as she squeezes the sheets because Damian's touch is so hot and turns her on so much.

Damian smiled and grinned. "It's been a year since I've touched a woman. Finally, I can touch again and, of course, my wife."

"Oh, yeah? Why don't you find another woman out there? Weak!" she teased later.

Damian smiled slightly. "Whatever you say, I don't care! What matters is that right now, you're mine and I'll never let you go!" he said and sucked lustfully on the top of her breast.

"Arrghh!" squealed Indi as she puffed out her chest spontaneously.

Damian was really driving her crazy. The man was so good that he managed to get her drunk. Indi had fallen into the trap of the man who had managed to drive her desire crazy.

Fifteen minutes into the foreplay, Damian begins to unite himself with Indi. Turning her over and driving the tempo hard.

Screeches and roars blended together in that corner of the room. Sweat dripped with the rhythmic sound of each other's sighs.

"Damian... you! Argh!" Indi roared.

"How was it? Still not enough, hum?" he asked, his body not deterred from pumping Indi's body.

"No! Enough."

Damian chuckled softly. "Promise me, don't play behind my back. Or I'll punish you!" he threatened later.

Damian then sat her on his thigh and brushed back her messy mane of hair.

"You dare to play in the back?" she challenged him again.

"I will not hesitate to punish you with all kinds of force and torture that I will inflict on you. Don't regret it and don't get angry. Because you started it."

Indi snorted as she looked flatly at her husband's face. "And if you do that, I won't hesitate to divorce you!"

Damian nodded obediently. "Find something wrong with me you can use as an excuse to divorce me. Search all you want. If the evidence is strong, I'll apologize to your papa for failing to be a good husband to you."

Damian pulls himself back together because he hadn't reached the top yet. Indi squealed again. However, her mind kept going back to Damian's words earlier.

They made love for almost an hour. Damian finally let go. He drove quick to get the sweat out.

"Damian...!" screeched Indi as she squeezed the sturdy shoulders of her panting husband.

Foggy, tearful eyes gazed at each other.

"You... love me? How could you do that-"

"Love. I love you and I want to marry you. Six months ago, Papa asked me to marry Papa Wijaya's only daughter. Her name is Indira Pramesti," he explained.

Indi sighed softly. "That's how fast you moved on. Not in love, or are you a promise maker?" she asked as she got out of bed and curled her long brown hair.