Romantic Truth and Lies

Inside the presidential suite located on the thirty-third floor of the Spring Hotel in Lane City.

Loud moans could be heard from across the hallway outside the suite. A man and a woman were having steamy, passionate sex inside the room, which heated up the already hot, late summer's day even more.

Janice's voice was sexy as she moaned, seductive enough to attract any man, but Malcolm was indifferent to it. In his eyes, she was just a toy that he used for fun. Regardless of how sexy she was, she never interested him.

Malcolm did not have any feelings for her, so it made it easier for him to use her as an object of pleasure.

Two hours later, he finally finished having sex. He got up from the bed and walked away without even looking at her.

Janice expected him to feel something about their love-making, so she stood up, still completely naked, and walked to his side. The warm air brushed against her soft skin as she approached him and said, "Malc... Will you be coming home tonight?" She then looked up at the clock. The time was just a few seconds past 6:00 p.m. Janice wanted to know if they would be going home together. If they were to go home together, then she could make him a delicious meal for dinner. In fact, she was hoping that he would agree to have dinner with her.

However, her romantic plan faded away when she heard Malcolm's cold voice.

"You're just someone I like to have sex with, Janice. Don't be ridiculous." His voice had remained the same for almost two years, cold as ice.

Janice was shocked to hear that. But then, she was too afraid to say anything in argument.

"Yes, I know," she replied in a low voice.

Ever since the day she married Malcolm, he had made it very clear that their relationship was just about the sex and nothing else. There was no emotional bond between them. Regardless of how hard she tried to hide from the truth of their marriage, the truth would always be the truth.

Thinking of that, Janice was on the verge of tears. However, she forced herself not to cry in front of him.

Malcolm looked at her and saw how fragile she was. His heart stung as if it had been pricked by a hundred needles. However, his heartache vanished, disappearing without a trace in less than a moment.

"All right, then." After saying those cold words, Malcolm began putting on his clothes.

When Janice finally lifted her head and looked at him, she saw that he was already fully dressed.

Malcolm was a very handsome-looking man. He had sharp features, thick eyebrows, a pointed nose, and eyes as deep as the bottom of an ocean. His gaze was sharp like an eagle's, making him seem vigilant and fierce. Moreover, he had a very firm, muscular body which made him even more attractive.

Janice had been in love with him for almost eight years.

Not to mention, he was the man whom she had married.

"Janice!" Malcolm's cold voice came, pulling Janice back to reality.

Her expression immediately brightened with joy as she looked up at him. "Are you coming home for dinner, Malc?"

she blurted out, exposing the desire that was in the depths of her heart. She didn't even have the time to think about whether she had said something stupid when she heard Malcolm's blunt reply.

"It has been two years since we got married, Janice. Why are you still dreaming about things that are never going to happen?"

Hearing that, Janice felt a sudden chill down her spine and began trembling.

He was right. How could she even dare to dream of such things? She was a sinner, and she had to make amends for it. She shouldn't have said and expected that.

She took a deep breath, stood up, and looked at him with a calm expression.

"I am sorry, there must be something wrong with my head. It was stupid of me to ask such a thing and I hope that you will forgive me for what I said." After saying that in a soft voice, Janice picked up her clothes from the ground and got dressed.

Because of their peculiar arrangement, Malcolm always asked her to take off her clothes before they had sex as he did not want to damage them in the process. Hence, Janice's clothes always remained clean and crisp, just like they had been when she wore them that morning.

After she was fully dressed, Janice walked to the mirror and put on her lipstick. And within just a few minutes, she looked elegant and spotless.

Janice turned around and gave Malcolm a smile. "I am going home, Malc."