Your silly clothes on our first night

She dressed in a bathrobe after finishing her bath and emerged from the room with both eyes cast suspiciously.

"When the bride finishes bathing and has cleaned up then the groom will ambush the bride and then he will take her to bed and they will spend the first hot night until their bed breaks!" she muttered in that manner, picturing the erotic scene of the newlyweds giving her goosebumps. She then exited the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and with a look of caution.

"Oh my sweetheart, you are so hot this evening. Go deeper and make me go into you. Ah, you are so hot when you groan."

"Do it again, baby, you make me crazy about you! Uh, my love, yours is so amazing it makes me fly to the seventh heaven, ah,"

Safira's face turned red, her head began to smoke, and she stomped her feet like a moron. Her thoughts had crossed the line, and she was afraid of herself as a result of the dangerous husband and wife scene.

She yelled, "You can't do that to me!" and tightened the rope around her waist so there were no holes for the man to enjoy who had transformed into a devil in her thoughts.

"Anyhow, he is unable to view my breasts!" She repeated her assurance that her flat breasts wouldn't tempt him before taking a cautious step backward, carefully leaving the toilet door open, and tiptoeing into the room like a robber.

"Where'd I put my suitcase?" A king-sized bed was decorated with red rose petals and a love shape in the middle. There was also some sort of blanket or something that was shaped by a pair of swans in one corner of the bed. She closed her eyes as if she hadn't seen any of that, then she shook her head and looked around the room. She found her suitcase in one corner of the room close to the large cupboard that decorated the hotel room.

"By God, I won't be able to sleep tonight, and I prefer a small room at Jang's house to this opulent room. Even though all my life I have fantasized about sleeping on a beautiful soft bed in a 5-star hotel, not for tonight, it feels very scary and horror, plus again with a foreign man who is rude, even though his face is very handsome but does not match his behavior, it seems he is late when God gives an attitude!"

She complained as she rummaged through her bag in quest of the outfits she would wear tonight; her favorite pajamas had a Winnie the Pooh motif.

***

Davino decided to continue his job on the balcony because it was more comfortable there to think after he had completed it. Safira didn't see that he had been standing a few seconds earlier behind her and had been listening to all of her moans, but she looked so content in her sleeping pajamas with Winnie the Pooh printing.

"When God shares an attitude, who are you calling a foreigner who is late?" Ask him while he has his arms crossed at his chest. He won't accept what Safira stated, so don't ask him what his face looks like.

Safira had just enough time to massage her neck when it suddenly became tingly. When a male voice surprised her, she was going to apply hand lotion on her feet.

"I figured so!" She said after trying to come up with an excuse to avoid saying anything earlier.

She put on a frown to show Davino that if she had known that the man was already in the same room and had second thoughts about what she had just said, she would not have said it.

"Of course, I was referring to someone else and it had nothing to do with you." She spoke with a face stained with sin.

"And what clothing are you wearing?" Davino asked in a baritone voice as he released his grip on his chest and cleared his throat.

She grimaced. "Oh, isn't this attractive?" Happily, she said. "I also need a bottle of hand body lotion with a jasmine blossom aroma because of my dry skin and I use it a lot." Her remarks have the same effect as television commercials.

Instead, he shook his head, not liking the jasmine's powerful aroma or how cheap it appeared. He asked, looking around, "Where are the sets of skincare items, clothing, jewelry, shoes, and bags that I got you? I never buy inexpensive stuff for you."

"What are you talking about? This hand body is the most expensive skincare I have, and I'm over 20 years old." She stroked her legs, which were so smooth and attractive, with both palms after spilling a drop of hand body lotion on them.

"Hey, I'm not kidding and I'm serious!" He remarked, approaching Shafira and firmly grabbing her hand.

Safira was astonished by Davino's behavior, and she felt irritated. She yelled at him, "What's the matter with your life? Why do you like to be so nasty to a girl even if you don't let me put my lotion on my skin!"

"And could you please loosen your hold on my wrist? It aches and I don't like that at all." She growled indignantly.

Davino apologized after releasing his hold on Safira's wrist out of embarrassment. "Oh, sorry," he exclaimed. He replied, turning away from the smooth skin of Safira's feet that had distracted him; he was a normal man. "I'm a bit annoyed at you because every time I talk to you, you don't see my face, can you focus on my face more than those legs of yours?"

Five seconds previously, Vira's long legs had also caught his eye, embarrassing him, so he was searching for an explanation.

"You know I've put lotion on my feet, but since I have to gaze at your face as we talk, can you picture how I continue applying the lotion to my feet while staring at you?" When Davino asked her to, she giggled sweetly.

"Okay, if that's what you want, let's talk, and I'll see your face," she said. She set the lotion bottle in her palm aside and turned to face her husband, Davino.

His saliva was swallowed. Instead, he turned his head away to escape her eyes.

"Let's talk, So tell me what you want to say, and let's have an open dialogue!" She said with a sardonic expression on her face.

I guess this chick has pushed me, he thought.

The two of them sat on the side of the bed with their feet touching the floor, facing each other because he was unable to keep evading.

"So, what shall we discuss first? Is it because of this odd arrangement and impromptu marriage, or because of the pricey items you sent me but I never got?" She inquired.

"Did you know that I was a young CEO at X company, that I was good at presentations, that I could run the business, that I was extremely good at negotiating, that I consistently won large tenders, and that failure was not in my vocabulary?"

Davino stared at her with nonsensical nonsense as she blinked a few times since she was too perplexed to understand what the man in front of her was saying at the moment.

"Everything is going great, I'm the top leading firm in the capital, I possess pricey, upscale properties and my businesses include real estate, entertainment, and travel." His tone of speech revealed a great deal of arrogance as he completed his sentence.

However, after hearing Davino's words, she found herself at a loss for words.

He hesitated for a second before continuing, "I don't like being lost, and failure doesn't exist in my life, especially..."

"She raised both hands and interrupted Davino, saying, "Wait a minute. Are you talking in a global forum, or are you lecturing in the office with your employees? I have nothing to do with everything you said earlier, and I don't want to deal with it." Can we just talk about our issues and how this marriage is endangering my future in light of all that?" She folded her arms in front of her as she became irritated.

She is a young woman, only 20 years old, and is not yet fully mature. She has many goals and aspirations, but one of them is not listening to her husband lecture her.

"Can you revoke the marriage contract and let me leave? That's what I want to know," She posed a serious question. "I'd like to attend college!"

"Of course not, I previously told you that I don't like being lost," he answered with a broad grin.

"You failed right away because you believed that I was Melisa, but my name is Safira. Don't be overconfident!"

He continued to smile while briefly scratching his brow. "That isn't a failure because you and I are still together and the deal is still in effect. My future lies in this marriage."

Then, how will my future be? She was unable to accept Davino's remarks.

"What kind of future would you like?" Query him.

She started to despise him even more as she said, "Do you believe that you are the only one who has a future and wants everything in your life to be successful? Do you think that I don't have a future and want everything to be successful, I want success in my future too!" She appears agitated.

"Tell me what you want for the future, because I think that success in your eyes is just a small thing to me. But our success rates are different." He spoke while making a contemptuous gesture toward Safira's face.

Davino left his position as Safira was still irritated by his words, leaving her speechless.

"You need to accept responsibility for what you just said, where are you going!" She went after Davino.

"Aren't all humans the same? How dare you say that to me!" Until they both lost their equilibrium and tumbled to the bed, she held Davino's wrist.

Rose petals flew into the air and delicately landed on their bodies up to their faces as they fell onto the red rose-petal-covered bed. It was a very romantic and dramatic scene.

On Davino's wide back, which was crawling on top of his wife's body, several flower petals fell.

Only a few inches separated their features as they came face to face.

Her hands were resting on her husband's waist and arms, and she could feel the base of his tight, muscular arms, which astonished her when she realized a handsome man's face was above hers. Even her saliva was swallowed.

She was looking up at an extremely attractive man. No surprise the guests were so impressed with him. His red lips blushed with hollow sexy and seductive, and his nose was perfect like a sculpture. His eyes were deep and pitch black.

Wait a moment, please!

She's a 20-year-old virgin who has never been in a relationship, so why did she lose control when she saw Davino's face in front of her?

"Do you intend to kiss me?" Her voice was so faint between gasps that it felt warm on his face as she questioned with heated cheeks. "Please don't harm me, I beg you." She spoke while turning aside, her face turning tomato red.

You said don't do anything to you with a face that wants me so badly, you dirty little chick, he said to himself. Upon observing her biting her lip, he secretly laughed.

She breathed more quickly as he dropped his head to tease her.

He placed his face to her head and spoke in a warm, enticing whisper. "Too bad I don't want to make up with Winnie the Pooh!" He said as he stood up and moved away from her.

She was hit with an expensive brand-name shopping bag after he had gone to the closet. "Change your clothes, please!" His words. "Maybe it's much nicer than your silly one, that's a present from the woman who pretends to be my stepmother!"

"Why don't my clothing appear gorgeous, what's wrong with them?" She said with pursed lips.

He jerked and said, "Change your clothes!" till she gasped.

"Okay, I'll switch to your clothing if they're much nicer than mine!" She reached into the shopping bag's contents as she was instructed, but what did she discover?

"Why the hell not!" She yelled.

Davino's attention was drawn to her scream. He questioned with huge, round eyes, "Why?

"No, for the love of God, I would never wear that!" She screamed in agony.

Where did the underwear come from? Davino's eyes trembled as if it were falling from his face.