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

Turns out...

Arriving at Jackson's apartment...

"Lake in!"

That's what I heard from his mouth, not even an apology. He pulled me into the apartment violently. I can only obey, without speaking. It would be impossible to win against him.

Patience, Cecilia ....

Jackson took off his suit as soon as I sat on the sofa. He threw the suit beside me, as if he was telling me if I was still angry. I could only be silent without speaking or asking. Trying to be indifferent while holding back anger.

Yes, it's only natural that I'm angry. Which woman was not angry was treated so cruelly by her man? He's been considered my man ever since. It's not appropriate for him to happen like this to me.

What else does he want?

He stood in front of me as he opened one by one the buttons of his shirt, then removed his trouser belt. I don't know what that means, I don't want to care.

"Give me some wine!"

Jackson sat on the couch and took his cigarette. He sat on the sofa opposite me. He's totally nuts. Still could've told me to get some wine after what he did tonight.

Jackson, I promised myself. I will make you fall to your knees and beg for my love. Just look at it later!

I'm really upset not playing. I want to repay his cruelty. But, I also realize that I can't do anything at the moment. I have not had the strength to repay his actions. He is still king. If I were already queen. It might be able to easily rule it.

"Hey, can your ears still hear?" He asked while turning on his cigarette butt.

Arrrghhh .. I just want to mess with his face. "Good, Sir."

Finally I said, headed to the fridge and got him a bottle of wine. Maybe he wants to get drunk tonight. I hope he doesn't wake up until morning.

I put the wine bottle on the table with the lid opener. I serve like a servant to the king. Kulirik glimpsed himself who was watching me. He looked at me with thoughts I didn't know.

"Please, Sir." I sat back on the sofa opposite from him.

He opened the bottle of wine himself. Maybe it wouldn't be heart if I asked him to open it. Tonight I've been bullied by him a lot. When he came to the bottle cap he was also angry, it meant that Jackson really wanted to part with me. Looking for a mistake so I don't feel right and then get away from him.

"You realize what your mistake was tonight, Cecilia?"

He asked while smoking his cigarette butt. He casually inhaled deeply into the cigarette smoke without caring about me. Jackson is cruel if he is angry. Never argue, just look at it powerless.

"Sorry, Sir."

I don't want to talk much, I'm down. I admit my mistake in front of him. Because I know that continuing to defend yourself means nothing. Jackson does not want to be denied, every word is a decree.

"You went there without saying goodbye to me. You leave without caring if anyone worries about you. I told you, rest at home. But why still argue?" he asked, a sign that a long speech would soon begin by him.

I'm down. Confused what to say.

"Are you not dearest? You still want to be free like a stray cat out there? Is it not enough that I satisfy you? Until I have to go to that group of people?" ask again.

I was stunned to hear his words. Implied if he loves me.

He looked at me, watching me who was looking down. "See clothes! Is it worth my woman to go without me in such clothes?! So open and seductive to the view of men. Do you want to sell yourself?!" the question that made me shocked.

"Master, I'm not—"

"You want to say there's no intention of selling yourself dressed like that? Then what do you mean dress openly in front of a lot of men? Explain to me, Cecilia!"

I felt the frustration in his heart wreak as he said words to me. Now I realize he really wants to take care of me. However, the method is different from most men. He made me tired first until I wanted to give up. But in fact, he was so concerned behind his cruel and rude attitude.

"I'm sorry, sir." I was down, feeling guilty.

Jackson gulped his wine. He threw the rest of his cigarette butts into the ashtray. "If you want to sell yourself, tell me how much you're worth? I'll pay you ten times the price you're offering." He made my heart flinch.

I was happy to be mixed up when I found out Jackson really cared about me. But I was also saddened by his words, as if I was intending to sell myself. I only belong to one.

Mr ....

I realized he said that because I didn't obey. But his words are very cruel. It's like I'm a woman who can change men every night. But the fact is only with him is that I am crazy.

"Come," he said, breaking my daydream.

"Master?" I was surprised by his call.

"Come, hurry!" said again.

I said, got up and approached him.

"Sit beside me" he asked.

"Well?!"

"You didn't hear my words?" He was angry I was slow.

I swallowed spit. I feel like there's something wrong she's gonna do to me. Whether true or not, I don't know either. I sat down to comply with his request.

"Here you go, sir." I sat next to him.

He then turned off his cigarette butts. "Riding," he said again.

"Huh?! What?!" I was shocked.

"Hurry up!" He asked me again.

Jackson's face was impatient to do something. I was told to wait beside him. I don't know what he's gonna do.

"You're this a long time!"

"Master!"

Jackson finally pulled my body over his lap. I was clenched with both hands held by him. I'm so scared.

"Cecilia, this is the limit of my patience for you."

"Ap-apa—aaaa! Sir, sick!"

I was shocked and in pain when Jackson threw his hand up my ass. He hit my ass.

"Master, stop!"

He punched me repeatedly as I lay face down on his lap. He's like very anxious. And now his palms are still beating my ass.

"Will it be stubborn?" ask her while continuing to punch me in the ass.

"No, Mister. Sorry, aaaa!"

"This is the result of refuting." He keeps hitting my ass.

"Master, hentikaaan! I'm sorryuuu!"

And finally tonight Jackson really punished me. He was beating my ass as if he was hitting a pillow that was being dried. But I don't know why, I'm happy. I feel loved by him.

Sir, I'm taking my word back. I don't regret loving you.