When they finished eating, Lena hurriedly cleared the table, pretending not to hear Raymond offering his help. Raymond saw through her little antics but decided to ignore her. He was not in a hurry; he planned to take his time. Tonight, he was not letting her go. He needed to free himself from the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on him for days.
So he sat there, calm and patient, like a predator watching his prey move about, pretending nothing was wrong. His thoughts ran wild, picturing different scenarios with Lena, and every single one of them ended with her on his bed. His eyes darkened with desire.
Before Lena could react, Raymond stood up, scooped her into his arms, and started heading upstairs.
"Put me down, I still haven't finished cleaning the dishes," Lena protested, lightly hitting his chest.
"Don't worry, Bertha will finish it up," Raymond assured her calmly.
