Relaxing (*)

Seeing Lothur abandon her on that bed while she had her clothes ruffled and half-open, Viktoria felt a wave of frustration and struggled against his bed.

'Damn it!'

'Why? Why would he rather stay with that girl? Am I not as good as her?' She stood there on his bed for a few moments, staring at the ceiling, flapping her arms against the bed.

'What do I have to do for him to become mine? Is kissing me and touching my body not enough for him?' She felt humiliated and got up from there without adjusting her clothes, showing her beautiful cleavage.

"Lothur, can't you change? For me..." She said as she stopped beside his shower, this time not caring to see her husband's nudity.

Lothur looked at the beauty beside him and stood facing her. "No, I can't. You will have to deal with or forget about."

"And how will I deal with that? Every time I'm with you, you tease me, don't answer my questions, and make me angry!" She panted as her chest rose.