The reason why Vania had reacted so dramatically was that she had never had much experience in love. Thus, she had a hard time accepting it at first when she was being confessed to—especially when it came from a woman.
Seeing how focused Vania was mulling over something, Hanson got pissed off. No way was he going to allow his woman to think about some other man.
"Tell me who that guy is!" He would annihilate that b*stard at once!
Vania, too, didn't know what to make of the situation. "It's Kiki. She said she has a crush on me. Can you believe it?"
How ridiculous was that?! As Hanson's legal wife, Vania went to stake her claim but ended up being confessed to. She was probably the only one who ever had this experience.
"Who?" Hanson furrowed his brows in response. The name sounded familiar, and it didn't sound like a guy's either. Also, judging from Vania's expression, some things didn't add up.
Vania sighed. "You know, the contestant from 'The Voice'—Kiki."
At that, Hanson tried recalling the person. I think I remember her. No, wait—what did Vania say again? Kiki told her she has a crush on Vania?! I…
Likewise, the great President Luke had a hard time imagining how things went down between the two for a moment.
As strange as he felt, his thoughts were of a different emphasis from Vania's. Has my competition now expanded to women as well?! Wait, no guy has confessed their love for Vania yet. It was all he could repeatedly think of.
Seeing how perplexed Vania looked, Hanson pulled her into his arms and cooed, "It's okay, darling. Don't think about it anymore. I'm right here."
Vania wrapped her arms around his waist in response and snuggled deeper into his arms. She was softer than a teddy bear.
Hanson, on the other hand, went further off track as he coaxed the woman and she eventually ended up beneath him.
"Someone has set their eyes on you, darling. It hurts here. Can you call me hubby to make me feel better?" He placed her hand above where his heart was.
"Hubby," cooed Vania as she whined and wriggled.
"That's my girl. One more time?" Hanson's voice instantly turned husky. That word was already enough to give him a raging hard-on, but he still wanted to hear her say it a few more times.
Vania immediately became alert when she realized his breathing was getting heavier. "No."
"Baby." He wasn't satisfied with just one.
"Not even with a cherry on top. Once is enough. Leave your chances for some other time." Vania tried whatever she could to evade what was possibly coming next.
"Never put off until tomorrow what can be done today. Come on, sweetheart, don't evade it anymore. Call me hubby one more time," Hanson cooed, his heart ticklish. However, Vania remained unmoved, refusing to call him hubby no matter what.
He couldn't hold back any longer, and his gaze at her now was predatorial. "In that case, I can only think of a way to make you call me hubby willingly."
"Hm!"
The following morning, Vania woke up from suffocation.
Right then, she was shackled in Hanson's arms like he was worried she would run away while he was out cold.
Vania stretched her leg uncomfortably, wanting to kick this man away. To her dismay, it had turned to jelly. She was well spent.
Son of a b*tch! Vania cussed.
Last night, Hanson went into a frenzy and kept making her call him hubby.
She gave in eventually, calling him hubby as he wished when she couldn't take any more of his aggressiveness. But lo and behold, the man only went crazier after that. She couldn't even remember how many times she called him hubby by the end of their wild night.
Then, she stretched her lifeless arms and sighed helplessly.
She should've just done as he wished in the first place when the ending would be the same regardless of whether she called him hubby or not. At the very least, she wouldn't have to suffer such a crazy night.
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