Kleiner tried not to touch Anastasia, even though it seemed he couldn't take the pain in his vitals any longer. Even so, he continued to give gentle touches to the woman beneath his body.
Unbeknownst to Anastasia, Kleiner grabbed his smartphone and pressed the number two on the screen of the flat object.
"Yes, Sir?"
The voice on the other end of the phone line awakened Anastasia, who had been swayed by Kleiner's touches.
"Where are you? Hurry to my room right now!"
"I'm still faithful in front of your room, Sir," said the owner of the none voice other than the assistantーOscar De Vough.
"Good."
Click!
Kleiner unilaterally cut the line, and then he got out of bed looking for the shirt and coat he was wearing earlier.
"Mr. Kley? What's wrong? Aren't you going to spend the night with me? We haven't even done anything yet!"
Anastasia walked over to Kleiner, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, buttoning his shirt. The woman tried to keep Kleiner from leaving her side.
"If you think in a lowly manner like this will attract me to a woman like you, I assure you that your thinking is wrong, Miss!"
"Sir, you misunderstood!"
Kleiner pushed away Anastasia's hand that was hugging his body from behind. He turned around and looked at his partner.
"What?!"
Anastasia doesn't believe in herself.
'Why is this man not interested in me?' she asked herself.
"IーI can give you anything you ask for, Sir. Then, stay by my side ... at least for tonight!"
Kleiner smiled sinisterly as he glanced at Anastasia. He could not understand this prima ballerina from Russia, who in his eyes has no self-respect.
"What can you give me, besides your body?!"
Anastasia was silent. In her heart, she confirmed the man's statement. After all, she had nothing because after the death of her parents, the entire Boldayev family property went to their only sonーSemyon Boldayev.
After putting on his shoes, Kleiner staggered towards the bedroom door. He looked messy.
"Sir!"
Anastasia wrapped the blanket around her and walked after Kleiner, who was walking while pressed himself against the wall.
Click!
Kleiner slowly opened the hotel room door. He looks in pain because the stimulant drug reaction that Anastasia gave him is reacting to his body. A man stood at the door of hotel room 402, where Kleiner and Anastasia were together. That person had been waiting for Kleiner's arrival ever since.
"Sir, wait! You can't just leave me!"
Plaque!!
Kleiner slapped Anastasia's hand a second time for trying to block her path. Sometimes, he wiped the sweat that dripped down his forehead.
"Mr. Kley? What's wrong?"
Oscar approached his master deftly. In a precarious situation like this, he can always be relied on.
"Quickly get me away from this cheap woman, Oscar!"
Oscar glanced sharply at Anastasia, who was standing frozen in front of the hotel room door. He could already predict that something bad like this would happen to his master.
Oscar carried Kleiner's body through the exclusive elevator that went straight to the parking area VIP.
Tring!
"What exactly happened, Sir?"
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Oscar immediately asked his master about the master's condition.
"That bitch put aphrodisiacs in my wine."
Oscar was still holding on to Kleiner's arm, so he wouldn't fall. He was surprised to hear Kleiner's words.
"Ah?! How dare she!"
"Da-dare ... or ... stu-stupid?!"
**
The distance from London to the Stonevrustarios family mansion located in Birmingham takes about 120 minutes. Sometimes a groan could be heard from Kleiner's mouth.
"Did you turn off the coolant, Oscar?"
The assistant glanced at his master from the windscreen of the car.
"No, Sir."
"Then why is it so hot?!"
Kleiner unzipped his coat as well as the top three buttons of his shirt. Sometimes he ruffled his black hair.
"Don't you already have a driver's licence?"
Oscar felt strange at the question asked by his master. The reason is, the assistant has had a driver's licence for a very long time, since he was eighteen years old.
"Yes, of course, Sir. What's wrong?"
"Then drive faster!"
Hearing his master's orders, Oscar drove the car at an above-average speed. He did not have the heart to see his master tormented by the influence of such a strong aphrodisiac.
Broom! Broom! Broom!
After exiting the controlled access highway aka the motorway that connects London to Birmingham, Kleiner's luxury car arrived at the Stonevrustarios family's luxurious mansion. In the middle of the night like this, the state of the mansion was hushed and no one saw Kleiner's condition except for the guards who were on duty to keep the mansion safe.
Brack!
Kleiner violently opened the car door and stepped into the mansion rushing. Oscar immediately turned off the car and ran after him.
"Wait, Sir!"
Kleiner didn't turn around, but waved his hand, so the assistant wouldn't follow him.
Kleiner sprinted down the path at a jog to his mansion. A guard opened the door for Kleiner while bowing.
"Good evening, Young Master."
Kleiner paid no heed to the guard, who greeted him. He continued to walk towards the bedroom, which was located on the second floor. The twenty-seven-year-old man walked slowly as the pain that radiated through his body became unbearable.
Brack!
Kleiner forced open the door of the master bedroom, where Vyschella was sleeping. The woman woke up and rubbed her eyes. With great difficulty, Kleiner stepped on his feet as he undressed.
"Ah, you?"
Vyschella was surprised by the presence of her husband, who came home scattered. She sat up and grabbed the blanket to cover her body. Her husband's pale face and dishevelled hair made her wonder.
"What happened, Kley? I thought you weren't coming home tonight."
Vyschella glanced at the clock on the wall, which showed 2 in the morning local time.
'Unlike usual, he came back like this. What actually happened?' Vyschella asked herself.
Bruck!
Kleiner flung himself onto the bed. He opened the blanket that covered his wife's body.
"Hey, Woman! Didn't I tell you that you shouldn't sleep when I haven't fallen asleep yet?!"
'Strong alcohol smell. Did he just go out drinking?' Vyschella thought.
"Did you forget?! Huh?!"
Kleiner gripped his wife's arm tightly as he stared at the beautiful face that had been haunting his mind since this afternoon.
"IーI don't even know, you're going home or not!"
Vyschella frowned and looked at Kleiner with a pleading look.
"Yーyou ... hurt me, Kley!"
Vyschella winced in pain, but Kleiner laughed at that. Why does that woman always have bad luck?
"I'm giving you the facility not to pamper you, but to ask each other how you're doing. Got it?"
"Ah!"
Vyschella held Kleiner's hand and winced in pain.
"IーI see, Kley. Please let go! This hurts so much!"
Vyschella's eyes turned to her left arm, which was gripped by her husband.
Kleiner forced open Vyschella's nightgown until it was completely torn off. He smiled widely as his wife groaned in pain.
"Hurry and serve me, Cyra!"