Chapter Eleven: Staged Sex at its Finest

Someone testified that true love blooms when we care more about another person than we care about ourselves, because true love is like a bunch of wildflowers; it's often found in the most unlikely places.

"It might be. But, don't worry. We're just going to fake it. Come here, Zoey." Dionysus reached out his hand to Zoey, as if he was begging. "Trust me. I won't do anything bad to you. Never." Zoey saw the truth in Dionysus' eyes so she gave in and held his hands.

"I trust you." Dionysus' heart melted as he smiled. Afterwards, he explained everything to his wife. A few minutes later, they both leaned towards the door and Dionysus started grunting his pornographic moans, loud and clear for the old Chevalier who was eavesdropping outside his room to hear. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!"

Zoey can't help but laugh softly at the ridiculousness of Dionysus' idea to fool the old Chevalier again. "Moan my name, too. So, it will be more believable, more convincing." Zoey suggested in a low whisper and her