Chapitre 232: A Baby Chicken

Demyan 

"You'll be okay?" I asked Malia for the last time as she stood in the hotel's suite kitchen in its large white fluffy bathrobe and slippers that were too big for her. Her hair was up in a bun as she had a gold face mask on which left her face immobile. 

"Yes, Demyan for the one hundredth time," she sighed as she looked through the room service menu. 

"I'm just making sure," I hugged her tightly and shook her about. "Be safe okay, security is here and if you need anything you ask them or the hotel staff. Call me as well. I'll try to be back before midnight."

She nodded as her big eyes looked into mine, "Yes Sir." She went up on her tippy toes to press a gentle kiss against my lips as she hotly blushed, "Sorry, I know I wasn't meant to, I'm just so used to it-" I cut her off by kissing her as she immediately became putty in my arms.