Cohabitation With My Ex-Husband

Chapter 152 Not The Marriage He Imagined

Michael could sense this wasn't the kind of marriage he had imagined, his wife was too busy he could only see her in the morning, and that she was still sleeping.

? He knew his wife was busy after becoming an intern, but Michael was trying to understand her. When his wife refuses to have sex because she tired, Michael also tries to respect her, as what he said on his wedding vows.

He tries to make time and adjust his wife's schedule, but he can never do it because of his job.

But luckily he and his wife are still on good terms despite seeing each other rarely, and rarely talking, at least, that's what Michael always thought.

What the two of them are doing is for the sake of their future together, he can't ask his wife to stop being a doctor, and he also can't stop working because he's the head of the family

Although their sex life is not as intense as when they were newlywed and became once a week or even once every two weeks, but at least they can still do it when someone has a birthday, or their two-year wedding anniversary.

However, it seems that the problems never stopped testing him, MCGames, Michael's company, again encountered problems and almost headed for bankruptcy

"I will try to find investors again," Michael said with a face that looked stressed when he saw the game they released this time did not make a profit and even made them lose.

In a state of stress, he returned home, trying to see his wife, the source of his strength, but… when he came home, no one was there, he's alone in that apartement..

Michael couldn't help but sigh, this wasn't the marriage he had hoped for, but he was sure everything would be fine. Right now the two of them are working hard for their future, everything will be fine.

While trying to steel his mind to think sanely about what had happened, Michael tried to find investors to help them again.

That's not an easy thing to do, because even though MCGames has released some pretty good games, they weren't really so good that some companies turned them down.

"Everything's going to be okay," Michael thought as he wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed as he just got back in the car. He then decided to go to the next company, hoping that this time it would help him.

"Mr. Taylor has a meeting at the moment," said one of the receptionists when Michael arrived at his company.

"Is that so? Then please tell Mr. Taylor I will be waiting for him," said Michael and then sat down on a sofa in the lobby of the company.

This wasn't the first time he'd been treated this way when he had clearly made an appointment before, but he wasn't in a position to complain. Right now, he was the one who needed their help.

While waiting, Michael took out his cellphone. His face immediately smiled when he saw their wedding photo which he made as wallpaper, the face of the woman who became his wife looked beautiful.

Time passed and Michael kept waiting, without realizing the sun had set and he could see one by one the employees had gone home, but Michael was still waiting, Mr. Taylor said he was interested in discussing this further.

Michael finally stood up when he saw Mr Taylor walking out and rushed over to him.

"Good evening Mr Taylor, I've been waiting for you."

"Who are you?" asked the forty-year-old man.

"I am Michael Collins, from MCGames. We've talked on the phone before," Michael said, trying to remind the man again.

The man's mouth opened slightly, indicating that he remembered the man in front of him.

"Oh, yes. I remember it, but it's already night," said the man and then checked his watch, which was currently eight o'clock in the evening.

"I just need a moment of your time, it won't be long," Michael pleaded with a pleading look on his face.

By now he was tired but he knew the man in front of him was very busy and might not have time for him anymore, so Michael would try his best to be able to talk to him.

The man's face looked thoughtful, he then looked back at Michael.

"Okay! You can drive right? Come with me!"

Michael looked confused, but he ended up following the man somewhere, maybe they'd go out to dinner while discussing this. Michael did not forget to send a message to his wife that he would be home late because he was going to have dinner with his investor.

However, Michael's facial expression looked confused when they finally arrived at their destination.

"Honey Bar?" Michael muttered when the place they were visiting turned out to be a bar and not a restaurant.

"Come in. After a long day at work, isn't drinking alcohol the best? I will treat you!" said the man when he saw Michael as if he didn't want to get out of the car.

Michael finally nodded and immediately followed the man. He still found this strange, but it seemed like a good sign that the man would help him.

As soon as he entered the bar, Michael could see that the man seemed to be a regular at the bar because a waiter immediately approached him and led him into a room.

Michael looked at the room, it looked like a private room as usual owned by a bar, with a long sofa and a table.

Not long after, a man came into their room, the man was seen wearing a suit with a tie, from his appearance Michael could see that the man was not a waiter, maybe a manager?

"It's been a long time since you came, Mr. Customer, but I apologize, because you came suddenly, Lily is serving another customer," said the man, smiling apologetically.

Michael's brow furrowed when he heard that, not understanding what the man was saying, and Mr Taylor's face didn't look good either.

"But we have one newcomer who recently joined us and also a woman who is no less than Lily. You definitely won't regret it."

"Woman?" thought Michael started to think there was something wrong with this.

"Is that true? All right, bring those two women over here. Ah, also someone for my friend," said Mr. Taylor then looked at Michael.

"Ah… I'm fine," Michael said, raising his hands and shaking them, indicating that he would refuse it. He did not have a good feeling about this.

"Don't refuse it! You will definitely like it. This is the best bar in London," said Mr. Taylor and started to open his bottle and pour it into his glass.

Michael was just silent when he heard this and saw the manager man out.

"Mr. Taylor, regarding our cooperation, I have brought…"

"Young man, what was your name again?" cut the man.

"Michael."

"All right, Michael. I've read your business plan and the amount you want. To be honest, I'm interested in helping you, especially when I see you waiting for me that long."

Michael tried hard to keep the expression on his face when he heard the compliment, it seemed like this was a good sign and he could get some help from Mr. Taylor.

"But… tonight I want to have some fun, okay? I need you as my alibi from my wife and maybe be my driver to take me home later. I will immediately transfer the money after we are done from here," explain the man.

Michael's face looked confused. Having fun? Alibi? What did this man really mean?

"Did his wife forbid him to come to the bar?" thought Michael in bewilderment.

So far his wife has never stopped him from doing anything because he himself decided not to do what he did when he was single, one of which was to go to bars and drink with his friends.

However, it didn't take long for Michael to figure out what the man meant when the door to their room opened and the man entered with the three women who were with him.

The three women wore red miniskirts with white shirts that looked a little transparent with their two buttons unlocked, exposing their cleavage.

"This is Angel, one of our best women," said the man introducing the brown-haired woman.

Michael subconsciously swallowed his saliva when he saw the woman's body, as a normal man, he knew why she was one of the best women. Her big chest and round buttocks, not to mention her face also looks pretty.

"And this is Elly, she is our new woman," said the man introducing the blonde woman.

Michael could see that the blonde woman was a little uncomfortable in the miniskirt she was wearing because she kept trying to pull it off, but Michael had to admit that she had a body no less than Angel.

It seems, Mr. Taylor feels the same way because he didn't ask to replace the woman.

Meanwhile, Michael is still confused about what happened, is it possible that a bar in London provides something like this? But that was soon answered when the woman sitting beside him, now began to put her hands on his thighs.