The girl sent by my wife in my room

She is dumbass

"Sir, I noticed you daydreaming earlier. Are you okay?"

Miranda said, "Sorry," as Alex was startled to feel her fingertips contact him. It turned out to be all in his head, but even so, he felt uncomfortable as Miranda tried to focus on his face.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, sir? It appears that you are very tired."

But since when is this woman fully clothed, isn't she? Alex paused while nodding. A set of red satin pajamas made Miranda's clear white skin stand out sharply and shine. Alex wondered in his heart when he just realized that Miranda was already dressed for bed. It was all due to Clara. He had been daydreaming and picturing making out with Miranda.

"I'll make you a cup of coffee because it's too early to go to bed. Oh, you did eat dinner?"

Alex crossed his arms across his chest and appeared to think Miranda appeared more assured than previously; to him, there appeared to be two distinct figures. Are you here to help me tonight?

Miranda chuckled as she tucked the back of her long, slightly wavy, dark brown hair behind her ears. Her green eyes and dark brown hair looked stunning together.

"I apologize for staying here without your permission. I'm not sure if my food will appease your appetite, but I must at least try."

Alex gave Miranda a dubious glance.

"Unfortunately, I didn't eat dinner, but if you offer me a cup of coffee, I won't say no. You can take it to the study, as I need to finish some work."

Miranda didn't respond to Alex's comments; instead, she simply nodded and moved to the kitchen, giving Alex time to turn to her before going inside his room.

Alex opened his room door and prepared to take a shower and change before working late in the study.

in the dining room.

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"I wonder what I'm doing here. I feel like a complete moron for taking this job, but I have no choice because I need the money." As she brewed two cups of coffee, Miranda conversed with herself.

She remained silent for a time before picking up her phone from her pocket and reading Clara's brief message that had just arrived.

Clara's message.

Have you seen him, how? He's not all that bad, and, sadly, I don't need him. He's quite handsome.

Reading brief words from Clara, Miranda exhaled deeply.

"Why did you marry him if you don't need him? Why is the marriage relationship so complicated, Clara even reached into deep pockets and paid me just for a divorce!". Miranda was quite perplexed and found Clara's actions to be unbelievable.

"Although I am aware that the CEO of the company we work for is extremely wealthy and recently lost his wife, it still seems ridiculous to me that she would choose to marry an elderly widower."

I have no desire to make love to a man I don't like since it would be like forcing myself to drink in a frigid room."

Miranda stirred her coffee, unable to comprehend Clara's choice.

Before bringing coffee to Alex, she set the tray with the two cups of coffee back on the kitchen table. She then unbuttoned the two top buttons of the satin pajamas she had worn, purposefully exposing her full breasts.

Wasn't it her duty to torment Alex with that gorgeous face? "I don't think I can do this job, but I need money, or I should marry elderly guys and get money from them, I think this is the same, both do sell myself," she exclaimed. Her face was uncertain, but she began to walk while holding the tray because she had no choice.

Knock, knock,

Miranda knocked on the door and noticed a sign that read, "Don't disturb me while I'm working," hanging on the door. She knew right away that this was Alex's study.

Although Alex only wanted to deliver coffee, Mirana was a little apprehensive that the knock on the door might disrupt Alex's workday.

"Enter now!"

Alex's voice became louder and bolder when Miranda entered the room and smiled doubtfully.

Alex instructed, pointing to the corner of his desk, "Just place it there."

"Mmm… I'll place this coffee here, all right." As Miranda remarked, it appeared that Alex was completely uninterested in her rounded breast mound because he was staring at his laptop again in the next split second. Alex appeared to be very focused on his work, and Miranda was slightly taken aback by the expression on his face.

Is that grave expression a sign that Clara has grown weary of him? Miranda started to question why Clara was so certain she would leave Alex.

Alex is back at work and paying attention to the interior designs for a client that he needs to finish this week, but the stress in his head prevents him from focusing fully. When he lifts his chin, he notices Miranda still in the room even though the coffee is already on the desk, so this woman needs to leave.

"Do you have anything to say, um?" Query Alex.

"I'm sorry if I'm annoying you; please e-"

Miranda had just realized that Alex's gaze was making her heart race. She couldn't deny that Clara's husband is indeed very attractive and young and that his body is also muscular, athletic, and well-proportioned. Miranda was baffled as to why Clara would want a divorce from a man as attractive as Alex given that the CEO of his company is already close to 70 years old.

And Miranda became even more uneasy when she imagined Alex, who had such a lovely face and hot body.

"It looks like you have something to say." Alex stood up as if to confront Miranda.

Miranda moved her hand nervously and unintentionally touched Alex's coffee cup while it was still hot, saying, "Ah, no- I-" as Alex stepped closer to her.

Blast!

The cup tipped over, spilling its contents.

"Ow!".

Miranda noticed a burn on her fingertips.

"Oh my god, you're so irresponsible!" Alex hastily removed his spectacles, and his worried expression caused him to accidentally dump a bottle of mineral water on his desk over Miranda's burning fingertips.

Alex could only rub his forehead when he understood what he had done.

"Oh, my work is all messed up." His voice was raging, and he had a dejected expression on his face.

.

Miranda could only bite her lip when she noticed that several of Alex's design files were wet; although she was quite irresponsible to forget the coffee, everything happened accidentally.

"I messed things up, I suppose–"

"Yes, I am aware of it; I should not have allowed others to impede my work, and this time I was also irresponsible." Added Alex.

As Miranda's unease grew, she was forced to accept responsibility. "Even though I'm not an expert, please allow me to assist you with your work to the best of my ability."

"I believe you should assist me in leaving this place," Alex ordered Miranda to go.

Miranda bit her lip even harder; it looked like Alex wasn't an easy guy to defeat, and she wasn't a lady who was adept at flirting with men, but she had to seem as if she was clever and talented in front of Clara to receive a great salary.

"What are you waiting for, leave this place right away!"

Miranda inhaled deeply. "I'll wipe the wet table and bring this cup to the kitchen, but I'll be careful and won't bother you, I swear."

"No need, I can handle it; just leave now!"

Why does it feel so painful and constricted? Alex's room was exited by Miranda with a stomp since she wasn't confident she could win his heart.

***

"Clara is truly out of her mind because she dared to move a woman into this house knowing well that I don't get along with other people very well. How could she leave by left a woman who lives with her husband here? Clara intends to frustrate me on purpose! " Alex muttered as he threw a stack of papers to the ground. He grabbed his hair and said that he was crazy, his desire was unquenchable, and the pressure of his job was making him crazy.

Alex lowers his pants and unbuckles his belt to free his pinched d**k. As he shakes his fingers, Clara enters his thoughts.

"I miss you, Clara, Heck... Ah... Ah... Ah…"