BEYOND EXPECTATIONS

Saskia's head began to feel floating. Saskia's body began to move beyond her defense. Of course, this is outside Saskia's plan. He didn't plan on getting drunk. But his body wasn't that strong.

Saskia's hand pointed to the second button of the shirt. "What about this one?"Saskia asked as if challenging Maxime.

"That is also wrong. Here, I'm right, " Maxime said and unbuttoned the second button.

"I can guess, this one is also wrong," said Saskia pointing to the third button. This time Saskia had completely lost her control.

Maxime nodded spoilt with a smile.

Saskia took off her shirt until she was plastered with black upper underwear, attached to her body.

"Saskia?"

"What?"

"You don't seem smart about choosing the clothes you should wear to the party. The color is too old. Not suitable for you. You look like a hotel janitor. Just take off that ugly skirt of yours."

"So, huh?"

Again Maxime nodded indulgently. It is indeed a characteristic when drunk, instantly he turned like a child.

Saskia frowned. His head began to feel light, there was in his mind only a feeling of relaxation and happiness. Shamelessly and awkwardly, Saskia took off the gray short skirt she was wearing and then just threw it away.

"You too. Your T-shirt was flashy and an eyesore to my eyes. Just take it off, " said Saskia, lifting the red shirt worn by Maxime until it came off and revealed the athletic man's broad chest.

They look at each other with a smile. Both are semi-conscious. Only lust hung over Saskia and Maxime's heads.

Maxime then buried his head in the middle of Saskia's chest, inhaling the distinctive scent of the woman's body who had always been his coworker. Until discomfort appears. Her chin hit the bra-decorating beads worn by Saskia.

"Ck! What is this thing? Just annoying, " annoyed Maxime. Her hand groped backward looking for a hook to release blocking between her lips and Saskia's ripe skin. He seemed to have trouble finding the hook.

"Scissors!" exclaimed Maxime.

Saskia hurriedly brushed off Maxime's hand and unbuttoned her bra. "Don't try to ruin my beloved Victoria's Secret!"prevent Saskia. His fading consciousness could not dispel his sense of caution at the expensive items he could afford.

"Hehe" Maxime spoiled. His laughter seemed innocent like a child.

Once the bra Saskia was wearing came off. The arc of a smile on Maxime's lips instantly disappeared. What appeared were only eagle eyes with a sharp glare as if ready to pounce on his prey.

With a quick movement, Maxime grabbed Saskia's hand and laid the woman down on her mattress. "Tonight, you are mine," Maxime whispered right in Saskia's ear before starting the action.

Saskia smiled a smirk. His memory is not capable of recording what happened after this.

The sunlight burst into the gaps of the curtain, hitting Saskia's eyes. It winced softly. His deep sleep was disturbed by the blinding light. Slowly, Saskia opened her eyes. Glanced to the side and found Maxime still asleep with his body wrapped in a blanket. For a moment he didn't realize what had happened.

His manic gaze still went around staring around. He was surprised by his underwear scattered on the floor. Saskia's eyeballs widened as she fingered her own naked body.

"Haaaaaaah, I did it!?"Saskia snapped while peeking at her body from under the blanket. His eyes widened with a glance at Maxime who was still asleep. He gently opened the blanket that covered Maxime's body to make sure.

"Ck! Shit!"Saskia was upset when she found out that there was not a single thread attached to the body of her male friend.

Saskia then leaned her back against the back of the mattress, raising her head while taking a deep breath in search of more oxygen. This air-conditioned room feels cramped. His only mission is to pretend to sleep alone with Maxime so that he can get vulgar photos with the man. And what happened last night, it seems, is not a pretense.

The thing Saskia regrets the most is ...she cheated on Steven. Even worse, he didn't get a chance to feel anything when he did. Yeah ... to be honest, Maxime is no less handsome than Steven. But who would let go of a rich man?

Saskia tried to sort out the memory in her head, remembering the details of last night's events, but could not. His memory only reaches the moment when he and Maxime blame each other's clothes on each other.

Saskia's face looked panicked. He cupped his hands to his cheeks. "How is this? How about this,OH MY GOD?!"