Chapter 3 A mistress

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, I'll take you to your rooms," said the receptionist, warmly welcoming them.

Their arrival was an honor for the hotel, they were a magnet that could attract everyone to visit here.

For a few days there was a simple restaurant that they went to, after which the restaurant became a fugitive of culinary visitors.

Flora gracefully stepped into the hotel, several pairs of eyes staring in amazement at their arrival.

As Demian walked in, he radiated a dazzling aura. All the women were mesmerized to the point of not blinking.

The receptionist entered the elevator followed by Demian and Flora. They stepped into the room that had been prepared after the elevator rang.

Flora's eyes lit up when she saw the room decorated with red rose petals scattered all over. She was very satisfied with the hotel's service, it was just that she was in a bad mood.

"The room is very pretty," Flora complimented.

"We are pleased that Madame likes it all, good night. We'll send you some red wine of the highest quality," the receptionist said as she walked away.

Flora stepped inside, Demian immediately closed the door and held the petite body in front of him.

Demian gently kissed his wife's smooth white back, inhaling the scent of perfume that always spoiled his sense of smell.

Although Rebecca serves her wildly, the winner is still Flora. Her body is like a drug that intoxicates and gives an addictive effect.

If only Flora had been like this from the beginning, he would never have looked for snacks outside.

"You're still the same, so charming," Demian said in his trademark hoarse and heavy voice.

Demian's fingers skimmed beautifully over Flora's smooth back, tugging on a small piece of metal that hooked the sheet to wrap around his wife's body.

Flora turned around, her hands hanging beautifully on Demian's shoulders, her fingers gently stroking her husband's thick curls.

Flora tugged gently on Demian's nape bringing his face closer, their breath coming together just inches away from being kissed.

"Can you take a shower, I can't smell this." Flora chuckled.

With a disappointed face Demian let go of Flora's embrace, he picked up the tiny body and threw her onto the bed. Along with her.

There was a burst of laughter as Demian's fingers played on Flora's stomach,

"There you go," Flora pushed Demian's body on top of her.

"Let's take a shower together!" Demian pleaded.

"Good idea, I'll catch up," Flora said.

Demian smiled mischievously and bit his lower lip, and stepped into the bathroom.

Flora's round eyes stared at the broad shoulders that disappeared behind the bathroom door.

"Dear God, give me a way out and more patience."

Flora entered the bathroom, she was already wearing the dines that her husband liked the most.

Demian's eyes couldn't blink at the beautiful sight in front of him right now. Flora was like a piece of meat ready to be eaten whole.

Although her body was not as beautiful as Rebecca's, but there was one part that could make her float and fly freely in the clouds.

Flora got into the bathtub that was filled with foam with the scent of lily, Demian's favorite flower. He had deliberately ordered soap with that scent.

Demian slightly opened his legs and pulled Flora into his arms. The torn bread lined up on Demian's stomach felt so tempting to be dinner.

Demian's fingers surfed mischievously over every inch of Flora's skin making his wife feel fleeting.

"Do you like this?" Demian asked, whispering in her ear.

"I think you already know the answer," Flora replied, closing her eyes.

She was trying to blend into the situation, she should feel as comfortable as ever. Demian's touch was the most intoxicating thing in her entire life, but that fact suddenly vanished at this moment.

Even Flora couldn't put her emotions aside, the electric shock that should have brought her pleasure was the exact opposite. Only rage filled Flora's heart.

Sensing the strangeness in his wife, Demian immediately stopped his finger play and flipped Flora's body so that they were facing each other this time.

"This doesn't seem like the usual," Demian asked, looking closely at Flora's face.

"Tell me, how important are me and the kids to you?" asked Flora who couldn't hold back her emotions anymore.

For a moment Demian was silent, he had to be able to give an answer that convinced his wife. Flora was already getting suspicious of him.

Flora leaned closer and rested her head on Demian's chest, it was obvious how fast her husband's heart was beating.

"Why is your heart answering, while your sweet lips are silent," continued Flora who couldn't wait to hear Demian's answer.

Demian took a deep breath and held Flora's head tightly, trying to control his anxiety.

"You are everything to me, especially the children. They are the next generation that will carry my name. Isn't that right?" Demian replied, that was all he could answer.

Flora smiled wryly, it turned out that her husband was not good at finding excuses. It was very gimmicky and made Flora's anger burn even hotter.

Maybe if he answered that he was the source of her biggest gold mine, Flora would believe him more because it was an undeniable fact.

"You know I don't like to play games?" Flora said as she changed her position on Demian's lap.

Flora draped her arms around Demian's nape and revealed her most favorite part.

Demian could only hold back the burning sensation at the base of his body. It was clear from Flora's gaze that she was keeping a big secret.

Had his game been exposed? The end of his history was now. The spear that was already looming now deflated like a balloon that lost its air.

Flora's gaze made his guts shrink, it would be so easy for her to throw him out of this luxury.

"Why is my Juniors shrinking like this? Is she exhausted?" asked Flora who sensed a difference down there.

The cold atmosphere of the room turned sultry, even Demian's forehead began to break out in cold beads of sweat.