Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

ADDITIONAL DUTIES

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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"What does he really want?"

Yara exhaled her long breath. But it did not calm the anxiety that arose in his heart. Frey's words made his brain completely empty. He looked back at the closed door.

Yara thought for a moment.

"Is he now..." Yara suspended her sentence. He immediately shook his head quickly.

"What do you think Yara..."Yara patted her cheeks repeatedly.

With a deep breath, Yara paced anxiously in the room while hugging the shirt she had in her hand. He clenched his hands many times. Holding the chin, pinching the lips, biting the finger, ruffling the waist, removing again in frustration. Almost all the movements of confusion were shown Yara.

Yara exhaled her breath again. He was afraid that if he did not obey his orders, Frey would get angry and curse at all the servants in this house. The indecisive anger will not stop there and will continue into the days ahead.

"Arrggggghh." Yara growled to herself. He clapped his feet in agitation.

"Usually my job is just to prepare all the necessities, after that I leave this room and he never makes a fuss about it?"

"And Now? he asked me to wait for him?" He closed his eyes for a moment and again tried to wake up and shake his head.

"No, this can't be allowed. Want him angry, whatever he is! What is clear is that my job today is to prepare the clothes."

Yara is steady with her founder. He immediately rushed out of the room. But when his hand wants to open the door knob. The door opened first and the one who opened it was none other than Frey. Yara was shocked with wide eyes when she saw Frey already standing in front of her bare-chested while using a towel.

Degs....Degs....The deg....!

Yara's heart immediately rumbled. Hit very hard. Frey's hair looks still wet and falls in groups. Some cover their forehead and temples. His face looks very fresh. He looked towards Yara while slightly squinting.

Yara was really stunned. This time he saw a scene like this. Cool and invigorating to the eyes, yet burning inside the chest. The part of his chest muscles that field looks protruding and a little wet. It seemed like the naughty water from his hair had not wanted to come off and flow from the temple, the thin sideburn in front of his ears, continued down to his jaw, neck, collarbone to his upper chest.

Frey ruffled his waist in a relaxed position. He put the white towel down a little. Shows his abdominal muscles that make perfect contact. Even the curve of the hips that connect from below the waist and circular to the front of the abdomen is so clear.

Yara looked at it faintly. He was still dumbstruck with a slightly gaping mouth staring at Frey. Frey still furrowed his brows.

"Have you prepared my clothes?" Ask Frey flat.

Yara blinked slowly. Unresponsive.

"Wyanet Yara?"

"Gee!" Yara blinked and immediately turned her body so as not to see Frey again. "Sorry, you were

said what?"

"A-you?"

"Sorry." Yara stutters. "I mean..." Yara's words again hang. "Jeez Yara, you can enjoy that jerk's body."

"Is my outfit ready?" ask Frey again.

"It's already sir." Yara stuttered again.

Frey exhaled an annoyed breath at the sight of one outfit that was ready was just a shirt that was in Yara's hands. "Did you tell me to just wear that shirt?" Frey raised his eyebrows while clucking.

Yara is still flinching. He didn't turn his back, all he did was squeeze the shirt in his hand.

Frey walked slowly towards Yara. He tilted his head to see Yara who was looking down. "What's what's wrong with you? Are you all right?" Frey almost whispered.

Frey bent her lips while nodding in understanding. "Yes, if you're okay. Now continue your work. Do it well, let there be no more mistakes."

"Ba-good." Yara did not dare to raise her face. I was too embarrassed to see this guy. How could he possibly enjoy the body of the man. Yara seemed to see a god from Greek mythology that came closer with a sparkle of light.

Immediately Yara put the shirt she was holding onto the table. He took something from inside the closet drawer on the opposite side. Only three months served Frey's needs. He already knew every position in all the cabinets of the room. In the past he even had to memorize when the task was handed to him. Now then? of course he's shrewd. Yara deftly composed the clothes that Frey would wear. Take a tie, vest and pants in matching colors. Belts, socks and shoes. The last one is a watch. Perfect! everything is complete on the table.

"It's ready, sir. Please change clothes. Now I'm going out." Yara bowed her body in salute.

However, not a few steps Frey stopped Yara's steps. "Do you think I'm asking you to wait for me just to get this ready?"

DEG!

Yara's steps suddenly stopped when she heard the man's baritone voice.

Yara turned her body, looking at Frey with a frown. "Is there something wrong with the color selection, sir?"

Frey raised an eyebrow while tilting his head. Staring at Yara with a wry smile. "You can't leave before you put clothes on for me, as well as ties and shoes."

DEG!

"W-why?" Yara was in shock. "Isn't my job just to get clothes ready?"

"What was less clear about what I said three months ago, Yara? Serve me for the rest of your life. That means you have to be ready to do whatever I tell you to do. Not just preparing food and all my needs. But, you should also be ready to accompany me if there's any important business out there."

"But, I...."

"THERE IS NO DENIAL!" Frey was firm and full of pressure. "Don't make me mad" Frey sighed coldly.

Yara took a breath with her eyes closed. It felt like crying, but Yara had to endure it. He wouldn't cry in front of this asshole. With the need for an uphill battle, Yara finally gave birth. "Alright, I'll be back after master wears those pants."

"You don't have to go out. Wait there!" Frey walked towards his room.

Huuu.....A puff of annoyed breath immediately came out from Yara's mouth. She brushed her hair repeatedly.

"Is he crazy?" Yara frowned in protest as she exhaled her breath upwards until the children of her hair waved upwards. Yara wanted to vent her anger, but for whom?

"Huuuui.huuuu..why is it so hot," Yara fluttered her hands around her neck as if she was pulling the wind to ease her distress. Yara's temples are sweating. Frey's getting whimsical. But whatever it is, he can't refuse all of this. For her parents. Yara was ready to accept her treatment.

It didn't take long, Frey was out of the room. Like a task he was ordered to do. Yara stepped closer towards Frey. He swiftly buttoned Frey's shirt. Then grab a tie patterned with blue conch line from the top of the nightstand and unroll it. Yara directly put the tie to Frey's neck. He didn't look at Frey's face. However, Frey's puff of breath made Yara hot cold. Again Yara's heart hit. Though his mind is strong to endure. Their bodies are only about five centimeters apart. It was so close that it made Yara suddenly nervous. He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to concentrate again. Yara ties the tie knot and is ready to wear only by being clad with a pull on the end. Because he just finished forming it. Yara re-tightened the tie on Frey's collar.

Yara then took a few steps back, giving Frey access to see her performance. Frey smilingly tilted her face to look at herself in front of the mirror. He took the woddy-scented perfume Frey sprayed it to some specific point.

Then Frey nodded, a sign he was satisfied. Yara takes the suit and opens it for Frey. Frey smilingly turned her body around welcoming the suit from Yara. Frey turned to look at Yara fixedly. His gaze was so intense.

Yara is trapped. Frey smiled as he buttoned his suit in front. He whispered softly right in front of Yara's face. The fresh fragrance of the peppermint scent from Frey's breath grabbed Yara's face.

Starting with a faint smile, Frey said quietly. "This will be your additional duty, from today onwards."

Yara turned her face away, not wanting to see Frey. Frey pulled back his face. He put his hand in his pants pocket.

"I hope you understand all your duties. If you don't want something to happen to the people you care about. Don't make me mad." Frey smiled so coldly while looking at Yara. The look on his face instantly turned flat. Frey immediately stepped out of the room. Leaving Yara just like that in her place.

Yara fell silent again and pegged in her position. "You strong woman Yara, you must be strong! you can definitely get through this." he said softly with a heavy breath.

SERIATE.....

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