HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

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The elevator door opens on the tenth floor, I just need to find the room number written on this card, but strangely, there are only two rooms side by side, here, there was a living room and a kind of meeting room in front of him, I looked towards the door of the room adjusting it to the golden-colored card I was holding at the moment.

When I attached the card to the scan machine, the door opened by itself, all the lights on at the same time making me surprised. I put the small bag I was holding on the sofa by the door, sat for a while observing the spacious room I couldn't even predict.

In front of the long sofa in front of me was a fresh flower that was about a few minutes ago replaced, the bed was so big, it could quite accommodate five to six people sleeping in rows there, he said, white sheets with matching colored bolster pillows make anyone can sleep soundly on them.

After the fatigue began to loosen, I immediately took off all my wedding dresses, leaving behind a white singlet shirt and shorts attached to my body. I cleaned the makeup that was still attached using a tissue spelled near the bathroom door.

I immediately pressed the Lock button on the bedroom door to make sure no one would come in peeking at me showering or changing clothes.

As soon as I entered the bathroom that is more spacious than my bedroom at home, already lined up neatly in front of the mirror of various types of soap, shampoo, scrub bath even perfume, perfume, there are several aroma therapies that I can use to soak for a moment.

I lit a water faucet filling the bath up for soaking, dripped the soothing aroma of therapy into the water, took off the rest of my clothes then entered the bath up while closing my eyes slowly, releasing all the burdens of thought for a moment made my breath begin to be regular.

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I don't know how long I've been in this bathroom, it looks like I've been asleep for a while, so I heard a male voice outside the bathroom calling someone.

Was I dreaming, instead of locking the door? how could anyone come in, mad! I forgot to bring the towel on the bed, how's this.

I slowly opened the bathroom door with my body and hair still wet, peeked a little with my eyes, looking for a male figure who could enter this room without knocking on the door first.

"Who's there?" I shouted peek at the back of the man standing facing outside the window.

"You've been in the bathroom for a long time, I think you passed out in there!" Mr. Arga answered while looking at me who only looked one eye and the other end of my hair.

"Sorry sir, I fell asleep for a while."

"It's been over an hour you said for a minute, good thing you didn't drown in the bath up."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Why did you sleep in the bathroom? is this bed less big for you?" he said while glancing at me sharply.

"I overslept, not accidentally slept, sir."

"Hurry out, I'll take a shower."

"But sir, I didn't bring a towel." I'm timid.

"How come? it's a real hassle for you!" he answered ketus while grabbing a towel on the bed sheet and throwing it at me. With one hand coming out of the door I caught the towel and wrapped it around my body.

I came out of the bathroom wearing only a white towel, my hair was still wet until every strand of it dripped water.

"Lord face the window first, I'll go into the dressing room, don't look at me!" scared say.

"Why indeed?"

"I'm ashamed, sir."

"Huh, you weird girl!" the sound that is still heard by me.

"Hurry up, you little conch!"

I quickly entered the dressing room, wrapped in a towel, I sat down to relax in the dressing room while drying my hair using a hairdryer. Inside this locker room there are some very large cabinets, I opened a transparent glass cabinet from the outside already seen that here contains women's clothes.

There are so many of these clothes, some of the models are the same but the color is different, was it Mr Arga who prepared all this for me?

Many models of night dresses and nightclothes hung there, the color was also various, everything still looked very new, some were not my taste, but I still appreciated what was prepared for me.

"You likey? it suits you." Mr. Arga's voice surprised me. He entered the dressing room wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, as if to show off his field chest.

"Thank you for getting clothes ready for me, sir." I rushed to leave embarrassed to see him bare-chested.

"Where are you going?" step stopped.

"Eh, come out sir, I'm done."

"Help me dry my hair, Hurry up!" I timidly grabbed the hairdryer on the table and dried his wet hair and combed it with my fingers. Although only combed with fingers, but his hair looks so neat and makes a handsome face more charming.

"It's over, can I get out?"

"Go!" he kicked me out without looking at me.

You weird guy, I've been working so hard to help him dry his hair, but he doesn't even say thank you. It sucks!

I came out of the locker room and laid my body on a soft mattress, my body felt very tired, even my back and legs felt like they wanted to break, the clock has not shown at eight o'clock at night, but these eyes are so heavy, it feels like sleeping early, but pet worms in the stomach it feels like they have been demo asking for dinner rations.

"Sir, I'm hungry." I ventured to speak to Mr. Arga who was sitting on a long sofa while playing his smart phone.

"What do you want to eat, the waiter will bring her here."

"As for you." I resigned, the important thing is my stomach immediately filled.

"Just wait!" he answered flatly without looking.

I returned to the bed, unconsciously I fell asleep so soundly, maybe I was too tired because almost a day did not have time to rest.

"Wake up, you said you were hungry." I'm surprised someone flicked my finger, sick!

"Eh, Yes sir." I immediately sat with my head slightly dizzy from surprise and woke up suddenly.

"You eat alone, I'm on a lot of business." Mr. Arga passed away leaving me in the room alone

I just kept quiet not knowing it, focused on eating the food that was in front of me. Finally, you can eat quietly without feeling watched.

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