Episode 8

When he arrived home, Ravier went straight to the bar he had in his living room. Not that he had this habit, but ever since his mother had been pressuring him to get married, he has felt the need for a drink when he gets home.

Because there, he has nowhere to hide his frustrations like at work, he only has the emptiness of his apartment.

As soon as Ravier sat down, his cell phone started ringing, he didn't need to answer to know who it was.

"Hi, Mom."

"Hi, dear, where are you?"

"Is there anything you need? Or are you just following my father's orders to monitor me?"

"Don't talk to me like that, Ravier, I'm not one of your employees, I'm your mother."

"Very well, Mrs. Marjorie, what does my lady mother desire?"

"I want you back home, son, and preferably accompanied by your fiancee."

Taking a long sip of his drink, Ravier replied:

"Demands, mother, when will I be able to make my own choices?"

"Your father has been pressuring..."

"Don't worry, we'll go next weekend."

Ravier noticed his mother's more relieved air as she asked:

"And what about that boy? Did you manage to resolve it?"

"Yes, he is now my assistant."

"Very good, son, I'm sure Felicit will be very happy to know you did what she wanted."

"Yes, mother, now if you'll excuse me, I believe I'm entitled to at least a shower after work."

Ravier didn't wait, just hung up the phone. His family and fiancee overburden him too much, he has always been charged and maybe he always keeps his expression closed. He was raised to be who he is, there is no room for failures.

He turned on the shower and the water began to run incessantly down his body. When the tension left his body, he felt his body react in his male zone, something that hadn't happened for some time.

Even with Felicit, he had only slept once during these six months of engagement, and because she had insisted so much. But the fire that seized Ravier came on suddenly and consumed him quickly.

It was so strong that he couldn't help himself and had to satisfy himself. The moment his hand touched his private parts, only one person came to mind, and it was not his fiancee, nor any other woman he knows.

Who came to his mind was a tall, slender, blond man with blue eyes who looks a lot like his new assistant, but he will never admit that, not even to himself.

After Ravier got his relief, he finished his shower and slept peacefully, as he hadn't slept in a long time. At first, the thought still lingered in his mind as to why he had thought of his assistant in his moment of relief, however, he pushed that to the back of his mind and fell asleep.

Following his routine, Ravier woke up very early and went down to the building's gym, this managed to keep his mind sane for the rest of the day.

When he got back home, Felicit was waiting for him at the door.

"Good morning, dear!"

Felicit threw herself into Ravier's arms.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit you, dear."

"I'm going to work, Felicit, I don't have time now."

"Don't be like that, Ravier, we need to talk about our wedding."

"There's still plenty of time until then."

As soon as Ravier opened the door, he tried to get away from Felicit, but she was determined to get close to Ravier and hugged him as if her life depended on it.

Felicit was tired of the distance Ravier put between them, she just wants a little affection, to feel loved.

"I need you, Ravier, now."

Felicit moved forward and kissed Ravier, he thought about pushing her away, but when he opened his eyes, he noticed Felicit's blonde hair and was reminded of another blonde hair.

Ravier's body instantly went on fire at the mere memory of that hair. He ran his hand over the back of Felicit's neck and began to kiss her with all his might.

As the night before, he kept his eyes closed and while he possessed his fiancee, he imagined someone else in his mind.

When Felicit arrived at Ravier's apartment, she didn't think he would give in to her whims, however, not everything went as she wanted, she wanted to make love, however, all she and Ravier did was anything but love.

It hurt her ego too much to realize that he didn't want to look at her, a fact that became more evident when he put her with her back to him.

After that moment, Ravier just got out of bed and went to the bathroom without saying anything and Felicit was left there on the bed to the point of crying. She doesn't know what she's doing wrong, no matter how hard she tries, Ravier, her fiance, always seems so distant from her.

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