Fall In Love With Lover: The Temptation of a Beautiful Secretary

Salah

Half an hour later...

I got out of the car with a staggered body. My head was dizzy, the nausea came back on me. Jackson no longer thinks about how I feel when I'm angry. He did so without caring about the consequences. And now I can only obey, follow him into the five-star hotel in the middle of the city. I followed her while massaging my own forehead.

"Master, I'm tired."

As soon as he walked up to her, he did not care about me behind him. He kept walking, as if I didn't exist. He was so cruel, not remembering how his attitude was so spoiled when he combined love with me. Everything seems meaningless.

It sucks!

We just danced from earlier. I tried to talk, but not a single word was responded to by him. I don't know why I can't stand it if I keep being treated like this. I am also a man with a heart. If it is left for a long time it does not taste very good.

"Master!"

Jackson continued to step foot into the hotel's natatorium, an indoor swimming pool that could see the night sky. Around the pool there are sun loungers and also colorful potted flowers. I feel at home to see this sight. Immediately I sat on one of the sun loungers, intending to release tired after walking far enough. But at that time...

"Who's sitting down?!" He stared coldly at me who was almost sticking a butt in this chair.

"Master, I'm tired. You don't pity what?" I squeezed him.

Jackson didn't answer my question, he turned on his cigarette butt. He smokes a little distance away, there might be about three to five meters away from me. He's still standing, just like me. He puffed out his cigarette smoke with a cold face looking at me.

She could have been like this after a beautiful night with me.

Jackson looked at me. The look in his eyes implied a vexation that was like hard to express. I know if I've made a mistake, but should I be tortured by not sitting down after walking far enough? She's so fucking.

"You came there without saying goodbye to me. Do you think that's good, Cecilia?" He asked and sat down in a chair. I also sit down. "Who's sitting down?!" He scolded me who wanted to sit down.

Arghh. He's so pissed off. I've been throwing high heels. I sit and I cannot. If it wasn't for love, I would have just left it.

Sometimes I get confused with this two-function refrigerator. Sometimes it warms, sometimes it also makes the cold shiver. I didn't know what to do, because it seemed like all my actions were wrong in her eyes. I don't know if we're married, will she stay like this too?

"alright. If you can't sit in a chair, I'll just sit on the floor."

Finally I relented, humbling before him by sitting on the floor, on the edge of this pond. I took off the high heels and massaged my legs. I knew if I could never win against him. So, I just gave up. Let me look miserable, as long as he doesn't change his mind. I'm afraid Jackson took his responsibility off and left.

Patience, Cecilia.

I saw a glimpse of him watching me. He stomped on his cigarette butt then let out a long breath in front of me. "I've asked you to rest at home. But why even argue?" tanyanya while looking at me.

I looked at him and lowered my eyes again. "I forced Clara, sir," I replied briefly as I continued to massage my legs.

I saw him shut up for a moment and took his cell phone. "Where are you, Clara?" Jackson called Clara immediately.

Jeez ... He asked Clara directly?!

"I'm home, sir. Is there a job for me?" the answer from across was heard when the loud speaker was turned on.

A moment of suspicion arose upon hearing that answer. Clara wanted to play with me in the fire.

"Cecilia is hard to contact, is she there?" ask Jackson again. Jackson wants to know the truth.

"Nothing, Sir. I was home from now on. Cecilia doesn't know where my house is either" Clara replied quickly.

Jackson then disconnected his phone. He was staring at me. "What other reason do you want?" asking is like cornering me.

I stood up. "Master, really Clara lied. Obviously he picked me up at the cafe and went with me to the show. There's no way she's home. He's lying!" I defended myself.

Jackson sighed, he was seen calling someone again. And without having to wait for long, the phone was immediately picked up. He then said, "Hurry to find Clara at Hadden's show, right now. Find him no matter what his condition is." Jackson orders someone who knows who to look for Clara at Hadden's dance.

I swallowed spit. It felt like my hunch was not good at interpreting Clara's attitude all along. He seemed to have some hidden purpose behind me. But unfortunately, I don't know what it is. All I know is that Jackson's mad at me right now for feeling like he's been lied to again.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

I saw Jackson picking up his phone. "How's it?" He turned the loud speaker back on in front of me.

"Clara wasn't at Mr. Hadden's party, sir," said someone from across the street.

What?!! Jeez ....

At that moment I was shocked to hear it. Can't believe Clara wasn't at the party. Jackson immediately turned off his phone. He paused towards me with a murderous look.

"Until when are you gonna keep lying, Cecilia?" her question is now face to face with me.

"Master, I'm not lying. I was really invited by Clara." I tried to convince him.

He threw his eyes away and looked back at me. But he said nothing. Maybe he was upset but couldn't vent because he was keeping his hard work. I was confused to explain why I was able to attend Hadden's show.

Oh, my gosh. Is there a safe way to get out of this situation?

I really don't know how to. Jackson was angry and didn't put his trust in me anymore. Maybe because I used to lie a lot, so he didn't believe me. Plus Clara's an alibi tonight, like I'm lying again. Complete already. Just wait for what he will do to punish me.

Jackson picks up his cigarette, intending to bring it to life. However, I immediately restrained him from smoking again. "Why?" he asked with annoyed intonation as I held him back.

"Master, don't smoke too much. Not good for health. What if we just suckle?" ask me without thinking long.

I don't know why I can say that. Those words just came out of my mouth. I saw Jackson staring into my face. He pulled my waist and brought his face closer to mine.

"You seducing me, Cecilia?" His breath until felt on the surface of this cheek.

"Tu-sir, I'm not—"

"We're going home to my apartment now" he said, releasing me. I think I've been wrong tonight.