Once again, one of the countless times I had sex with someone else and of course my girlfriend didn't know about it because I hid it very carefully. Every time I bring men to my mansion, I have my henchmen guard outside to promptly stop my girlfriend if she wants to go inside. And this method has always been successful until today...

During climax when my moans and gasps echoed throughout my bedroom as a man and I were making love, I heard sobbing coming from the closet door. My girlfriend slowly walked out with a blank, cold look. Why is she here? Didn't my minions stop her? I quickly covered my naked body with a blanket when she threw the bouquet of flowers and ice cream petals on the ground and ran away. I rushed to hold her back but she was too fast and I was naked, luckily my henchman caught up with her and tied her to the chair. After showering and changing clothes after unfinished lovemaking, I went to see her. She sat there constantly struggling to get out of here but I would never allow it.

''Why did you suddenly come to my mansion today without warning? Then hid in the closet like some thief, why did you do that?''

I crossed my arms and looked at her, still not realizing that I was actually the one in the wrong. After all, I was the dominant woman in this relationship, she had to listen to me no matter what I did.