Maxwell didn't mind Camille's furious look, but he felt he had to say something.
"What happened?"
"Why did you put your clothes on? You can't leave without making me feel the same way you made me feel when we were still in our country!" She said angrily.
Maxwell rolled his eyes.
"Masturbate, Camille. Use your imagination. I don't have time for that. My visits are always rushed, and I can't guarantee your pleasure every time we go to bed."
"That's the response of a true scoundrel!"
"Be a good girl, and don't leave this room. Anything you want to eat, or need, you can order over the phone." He said and pointed to the bedside table. "The receptionist who will see you speaks your language and will arrange everything you need."
Camille stood up with her hair mussed, and Maxwell found her more beautiful than the day he had first penetrated her, her eyes blazing with fury, it was exciting. He felt his desire return, as if he were still a teenager, but he couldn't linger any longer.
"I want to go back to my country! Immediately." Camille said decisively.
Maxwell raised his hand to stroke her cheek, but she pulled away.
"Don't talk nonsense. You're mine and you're not going anywhere without my permission. Don't start giving me any trouble, Camille. I'm tired from the trip, and you must be too. Take some time to rest, because tomorrow I'll be back for... A visit."
"So that's what you want? For me to be your whore? That I stay here waiting for you to come and use me?"
"Yes. That's right. You summed it up well. When you agreed to come with me, you already knew it would be like this. You know I'm married. You know that my daughter has seen us together, which is why we need to be very careful."
"Sir, I want to go back to my country." She said between breaths.
"No." He said and looked at her thoughtfully. She could communicate with the receptionist and ask for help at the embassy... He would have to do something to prevent this from happening, and at that moment there was only one thing he could think of. But he couldn't do that without her going without food. He thought about asking the receptionist to cancel the teacher and any special attention to her.
"You can't keep me here."
Maxwell looked at her calmly. There were many reasons why he wouldn't let her go and he regretted having to give her the same fate as Helen, but he felt that Camille should be preserved, and he couldn't conceive of the idea of taking her life.
"You cost me dearly, Camille. How much do you think a plane ticket and accommodation like this here costs?"
She crossed her arms.
"We came by private plane and... My expenses here, you already got paid for them, when you found in my vagina, a deposit for you to ejaculate!"
Maxwell looked at her amused.
"What a sharp tongue, Camille. Now you don't look like a naive young girl anymore..."
"You'll let me go. I'll work anywhere for my passage back to my country."
"Camille... Be patient. Today was our first day here in the United States. I promise things will get better. We'll buy a big house, you'll have employees, and we'll go to lots of parties and dinners together..." He lied, to appease her, and it seemed to work.
Her countenance became lighter after he said those words.
"Do you promise that you'll never use me again without giving me pleasure, too?"
"I promise." Another lie. But it was necessary at that moment.
She moved closer and kissed him softly on the lips.
"Then go... Now, I'm going to make you pay an astronomical bill for not pleasuring me." She said, and went into the bathroom.
Maxwell smiled with satisfaction that her mood had returned and left the hotel, discovering that it was already dark. He called a taxi and headed back to the mansion.
When he arrived, Jenna and Henry were in the living room drinking whisky and watching television. As soon as they saw Maxwell walk in, Jenna stood up, gave her husband a light kiss on the lips and, before leaving, greeted Maxwell.
"I see the trip wasn't enough to exhaust you." Henry said sarcastically.
Maxwell poured himself a brandy and sat down next to his father-in-law.
"I needed to sort a few things out. It's been many years since I've been to the United States." He said, sipping his cognac. "And the children?"
"They went to bed after dinner."
Maxwell nodded approvingly and remained silent.
"Aren't you hungry?" Henry asked suddenly.
"No."
"I understand... You've eaten a beautiful, young dessert. It's only natural that you're full." The voice was evil and amused.
Maxwell looked suspiciously at his father-in-law.
"Mr. Al Capone's chauffeur grandson, isn't he afraid of losing his tongue? Does he have the same illusion as you, that he's more dangerous than me, or that he could hurt me somehow?" Maxwell said and looked away. "I don't feel the presence of my mothers in this house. Where are they?"
Henry looked at Maxwell with a debauched smile.
"Do you think I feel threatened by you saying my name? And my employees are loyal to me. And if he didn't say it for good, you know very well that he would say it for bad. He preferred to take the path that was easiest and safest for him. As for their mothers, I'm not their nanny."
"What happened? I thought you had control over everyone."
"I just keep an eye on who interests me. Suzy, she's a mediocre werewolf, and her mother... I like it when she walks away, because every time I look at her, I remember my dead wife, and I feel like Anna's mother can watch me through her eyes."
Maxwell knew the truth, but he liked to see Henry speculating with doubts.
"Are you going to tell Anna what you found out about me?"
"That depends... What does this young woman mean to you?"