Fertile Period

After the confrontation with Alexa, Jean was in desperate need of solitude. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, and he needed time to process everything. He decided to take a bath, hoping the warm water would help to soothe his frayed nerves. As he made his way to his private bathroom, he was taken aback to find Renata, his fiancee he hated already there, preparing his bath.

"What are you doing here, Renata? Where is the maid?" He demanded, his voice echoing off the marble walls.

"I... I thought you might need some help," she stammered, her eyes welling up with tears.

Jean felt a surge of anger.

"I don't need your help." he snapped, his patience wearing thin.

But Renata was undeterred.

"Please, Jean," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

"Let me be with you, tonight."

Jean wanted to refuse, to send her away. But seeing her there, so vulnerable and sincere, he found himself relenting.

"Fine," he growled, "but don't expect me to touch you." Renata nodded, grateful for his concessi