Revenge On Crazy Husband
11. The Bets Begin

"I'm glad I didn't spend money on useless things." Demetrio pulled the tie from his neck collar.

Since there was no one but his personal assistant, Demetrio did not feel the need to put on a smile or a fake face.

The man stood in front of the mirror looking at his bored face after his own wedding.

Unless some interesting guests were also the little incident earlier, to be honest it was all boring.

"Young Master, what do you want to wear to your bridal room?"

In the Lawrence family tradition, a newly married couple is usually provided specifically with a bridal room that is not the private room of one of the brides.

The place is certainly decorated to look like a bridal room in general, a romantic place to enjoy warm body hooks to each other.

"I'm not thinking about that, too bad." Demetrio just sat down with alcohol nearby. "After all, not interesting. If it's just a matter of coming to a woman for me to enter, you can too. So what's the difference between my wife and you, hm?"

The female assistant sighed, already accustomed to her master's nature. "Then I will tell the Madam. He may ask you."

"Whose lady?"

Even though he knew the meaning was Mama, Demetrio was still playing around. But that doesn't continue either. Demetrio shook his hand as a gesture his assistant could leave, as it was now time to be alone and rest.

Demetrio spent the day soaking without thinking about anything else, cramped to enjoy the music from the speakers installed in his bathroom.

But when it all felt so good to feel, suddenly the bathroom door was knocked.

"I told you I wanted to rest."

The door opened until Demetrio gave a sharp glance. He thought it was the assistant, but Demetrio suddenly fell silent watching Larisa appear with the food tray.

Demetrio's gaze fell on the woman's body. The grayish-white thin dress she was wearing looked slippery, contrasting with her white skin visible from the sidelines of the matching colored kumono.

Even though Demetrio was annoyed, the man smiled.

"I didn't expect you to be impatient with the first night, my Young Madam."

Larisa walked over. Put a tray by the pool where Demetrio was soaking before he sat down on the other side.

It seems that she was deliberately showing off a hemisphere and smooth skin of her thighs.

"That's not true" Larisa denied when it was clear that she was seducing. "I'm just worried about my exhausted husband. So I brought you some warm soup."

"It's so good."

"I never did anything bad, unfortunately."

Demetrio laughing. Actually it's not very funny and not interesting. Demetrio still feel like taking a break and are not interested to see even though Larisa shows off this hemisphere.

But well, it seems that something made him come. Let's listen to that for a second.

Larisa smile. "No, thank you. I'm getting ready to go to bed."

"Sleep, huh?" Demetrio propped his head to the side. It was not awkward to look at Larisa as she did not feel awkward looking at Demetrio in the shower.

Of course, Demetrio did not dress in this water immersion.

"Then, before we 'sleep' how about you tell me something first? I'm pretty curious about what you think."

Larisa looked grinning. Suddenly the girl shifted to the edge, right next to Demetrio, extending her hand to his neck gently.

He stroked the skin of Demetrio's nape and slowly climbed onto his cheek.

"I ...." Larisa lowered her head, bringing her face closer until almost their lips touched.

His eye-light became Demetrio's focus. Realizing even that was no ordinary twinkle of an eye.

And true. Amongst their swapping breaths, Larisa continued her whisper.

"I just realized that," Larisa smiled, "it turns out you're also boring."

Demetrio was a little jolted.

"I had some plans to cancel the first night, but it turns out that you yourself are not interested. That's quite a help to me."

The woman suddenly moved, staring coldly at Demetrio.

"Because we're both bored, how about playing, Demetrio? Among us, the first to admit defeat must be the slave of the victor. A lifetime."

At first glance, Demetrio was indeed dumbfounded. Didn't expect Larisa to say that.

But ... Next he grinned wide.

Heh. So now he wants to get Demetrio to pretend to play some stupid bet?

This stupid thing sounds interesting.

"I'm not interested in slavery." Demetrio. Pull a towel to cover her lower body before walking closer to Larisa. "How about this?"

Demetrio bowed to his ear.

"The loser has to do one thing the winner asks, even if it's giving up his entire fortune or," Demetrio's index finger tapped into Larisa's heart, "his precious organ."

Just now Demetrio thought about what his request was.

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