Chapter 5

"Deal!"

In sync with her answer, Mr. Franklin returned to his original seat, nudging Brenda's hanging legs, which were still frozen in their position, sleeping on the car seat.

"Why are you still silent? Do you want me to...continue something...hot like earlier?" Demitri teased, taking out his phone.

He pressed some buttons on the screen while glancing at Brenda, who hurriedly woke up and sat away from him. She also fixed her appearance, which had become slightly messy due to Demitri's actions.

"Pedro! Get in, we're leaving now!" he commanded as soon as the call connected.

"Yes, sir."

It didn't take long before Pedro and Bams got into the car.

Bowing in respect, Pedro asked, "Where are we heading, sir?"

"To the hotel!"

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After about an hour's drive, the car finally entered the hotel basement. The tense atmosphere between Demitri and Brenda continued inside the car.

"What do you want now? I've agreed to marry you, so what else? You said you would let me go if I agreed, didn't you? So, what's the deal now?" Brenda said in frustration, unable to understand.

"Do you think I'm stupid? Letting you go without supervision? What guarantee do I have that you won't run away? None, right? So, tonight you will stay here," Demitri replied firmly.

Brenda glared at him. "Don't be crazy, sir! There's no way I'm staying in a hotel room with you!"

Demitri laughed at Brenda's remark. "Do you think I want to stay in the same room with you? Hah?"

"Then?" Brenda asked with raised eyebrows.

"This is my hotel, and everyone here obeys me. So, you won't run away if I leave you here alone," Demitri clarified. "And of course, we'll stay in separate rooms. But if you want...it's okay, I'll consider staying one night in the same room with you!"

"You pervert! Who would want to share a room with you?" Brenda retorted, blushing.

Demitri chuckled with a smirk. He turned his head to look at Brenda from top to bottom once again.

"I'm a pervert? If I'm a pervert, then what about you, coming over and kissing me like that? And now you're thinking that we'll be sleeping together?"

Brenda was left speechless by his counter-argument. She bit her lips. She turned her face towards the window, looking outside the car.

'Ugh! Can't he just ignore what I said?' she grumbled inwardly. 'Wait, what did he say earlier? This is his hotel? Oh God...who is he really?'

Meanwhile, the two men sitting in the front didn't want to miss the conversation either. They whispered and argued between themselves.

"Have you ever seen Mr. Demitri talk so much before?" Pedro whispered softly, lucky that the partition between the front and back seats was closed.

Bams appeared to think for a moment and then shook his head. "I've never seen him like this before, except...back then with..."

"Hush! Don't mention that name, or if the boss hears it, your head will be chopped off!" Pedro chided, hitting Bams on the head.

"I'll let the Boss down first!" Pedro then opened the door and helped Demitri out of the car.

"Please, sir." Pedro gestured to his boss.

"Let's go out. I'll show you your room," Mr. Franklin commanded.

"Do you think I'm going to the hotel dressed like this? No, I won't. I'd rather go back to my house!" Brenda refused, shaking her head.

"I don't know your house, and I won't take the risk of letting you leave. That's your territory, and of course, you'll have more freedom to move there!"

Grumbling in frustration, Brenda took a deep breath. "Be patient, Brenda, be patient. Pretend this man is a baby!"

"What did you say? Who's the baby?"

"Nobody. Sorry, my mistake!" Brenda quickly corrected her statement so that this baby in front of her would stop complaining.

However, before Pedro got out of the car, someone called out to the hotel owner.  

"Demitri, are you here?" she called out in a coquettish voice, smiling brightly at the handsome figure she hadn't seen in a long time. 

A woman with a svelte figure, dressed in very revealing attire – barely even considered clothing came up to the two, she looked happy when she saw Demintri's figure in front of her. 

"What are you doing here?" the woman asked again, greeting. But when the tail of the eye saw that Demitri was not alone... it asked with a look of displeasure.

"Eh...who are you with here?" the woman asked, glancing at Brenda, who was about to get out of the car from behind the tall figure.

Turning to look at Brenda, Demitri glanced multiple times at her attire, then he pulled the girl's body, he embraced the slender waist and also... pecked the top of the head which made Brenda surprised, rounding her eyes. 

"What are you-"

"She's my wife, we just got married!" explained Demitri looking intently at Brenda's bead and flashing his best smile. He also gently stroked Brenda's long hair. 

The woman's eyes widened in shock. "What? Who did you say she was? Who is she?"

"She's my wife. We are married. What's wrong with that? Is there a problem?" Demitri casually asked back without reducing the embrace on Brenda's body. 

Then he turned to the woman who just came to greet him, his gaze was so cold and seemed reluctant to linger, the look in his eyes that seemed stern, made Brenda undo her intention to continue her words earlier.

Laughing sarcastically, the woman asked once again. "This isn't right, is it? You lied to me on purpose?"

"Why would I lie to you? What do I have to gain by lying to you, Julia? You're nothing to me," Demitri asked casually, looking dismissive.

While Brenda remained silent, she did not understand Demitri's conversation with the woman in front of them. 

There was silence for a while, then Julia said. "I'm sure that you're lying to me, right? She's just a woman you hired?"

"You think I'm crazy? Why would I hire a woman when I can marry her?"