I sat in the bedroom and waited for him, listening to the sound of water from the bathroom.
I left all the clothes he would take on at the door of the bathroom.
The sound of water stopped but he didn’t come out after a long time.
I was worried and went in.
He was naked and I turned back hurriedly, “Put your clothes on.”
He didn’t reply and I said again, “Dennis.”
He hugged me from the back suddenly and my body stiffened, ‘What are you…”
“Call me darling.” He put his chin on my shoulders and I could feel his warm breath.
“You put on the pajama.” I had sex but seldom with him.
He just hugged me tightly and said nothing in reply.
I was wearing my pajama, thin and comfortable.
I could feel his cock hardened.
He was a man in his prime time.
I said, “Dennis, it’s late.”
He turned me around to look at him and pressed his lips upon mine.
I was almost breathless and wanted to resist but he stopped me.
“Clara, did he have sex with you?”
I was petrified, “What?” who was he talking about?
He didn’t speak and kissed me violently as if he wanted to swallow me.
He seemed angry.
I found that when I was in the hotel but why?
I had thought about his work but I was wrong.
The hot steams penetrated the bathroom.
He picked me up with his arms suddenly.
“Are you angry?” I asked gingerly.
“You don’t want me?” he looked at me.
I shook my head, “I do but not here.”
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