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3. Please forgive me for I have sinned - xxx

   Flóra took a deep breath before swiping her keycard. She was praying to God that he wouldn't be there, even though she knew it was his place. Well, one of the many he owned. It was three in the morning. She was tired and high on some kind of drug this girl gave her "to chill". The hall and the living room was dark. She took off her high heels and turned on the lights. A little shout escaped her throat when she saw him lying comfortably in the lounge chair with a glass of something in his hand. He was wearing his navy Versace baroque bathrobe that made him look like some sort of king.

'I have been waiting for four hours.' he stated in a menacingly smooth voice, but she blanked him completely, walking to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. That angered him royally, but it was nothing new. He vowed himself to play this with arrogant superiority, waiting for her to come to him, yet the thought of her naked under the shower after not seeing her for weeks was too overwhelming. He walked over to the bathroom and the lock opened on its own. He leaned against the sink and watched her as she was just standing under the warm water with her forehead against the marble tiles.

'I'm really tired, Flóra.' Translation: horny. 'Can't you find it in yourself to rise above your petty games?'

   She felt her rage starting to boil in her guts, but thankfully the drug made it easier to suppress it. She sighed and turned the shower off, grabbing her towel.

'Let me help you.' he offered, but she did not even deign him with a frown.

   She picked up her electric toothbrush and started to brush her teeth by the other sink next to him. Ove stared at her, then left the bathroom. He really wasn't in the mood for this. He was looking forward to surprise her with his visit and this is the greeting he gets?! She had been provided for generously, yet she couldn't seem to understand he was unable to give her what she wanted: exclusivity. It wasn't in his nature. He often asked himself, why does he still keep her around? He took off his bathrobe and lied down naked on the bed, staring at the ceiling, cursing his body for being so aroused by the sight of her. He could just force himself on her, but seeing that particular actor there clearly infatuated by her bothered him more than he cared to admit. No, he needs to play this smart. He watched her as she walked to the bed in her silly pajamas, the one with the smiling rainbows that he once called ridiculous. He smiled. If only she knew how cute she looked right now in these garments in her utterly transparent effort to make him desire her less. Silly, silly human! She climbed in bed, turning her back to him. He let out a theatrical sigh, nudging himself against her.

'Must we fight?' he whispered in her ear, watching little goosebumps appear on her skin. She did not answer. 'Come on then! Speak your mind. I am listening.' No clever retort. This was a first. He ran his hand through her pajamas. 'The silent treatment. Really?' He slid his hand under her top, gently stroking the underside of her breasts with his fingers. 'I was preparing for a rather heated and lengthy discussion, but seems like I can skip to the good bit.'

'Or' she said. 'You could read the room for once and leave me alone.'

   Ove grinned and planted a kiss on her shoulder which made her squirm, trying to move away from him without any success.

'Is that really what you want?' he purred.

'Yes, that is what I want. You can't just show up, molest me in public, demanding to drop everything and go with you like I am some kind of sex slave of yours.'

'I beg to differ. Apart from the sex slave bit which is a tad bit dramatic.'

'See? You can't even take me seriously.' Flóra exhaled, vexed with his bemused tone.

'My impression was that you did want to leave with me, very much.'

'What my body wants and what my head keeps telling me are too entirely different things.'