HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Dangerous desire

Just this time I felt that the stomach ache could save my life from the savage tiger, my heart was really at war, on the one hand, he was already my husband, of course he deserves to enjoy my body, but on the other hand, this marriage is as if it were just a game, he doesn't really think of me as his wife, even though I know that love can grow over time, but with his outrageous attitude towards me, will he be able to turn to love me if I am truly willing to give up my virginity.

So heavy was the burden that I bear, really if I could choose, I would rather be a servant in this house without a salary even than having to be his toy wife.

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It's still half-five in the morning, nature is still dark, even the sun has not shown the light, I wake up and open the window curtains that directly face the front garden of the house, and I open the window curtains, the coldness of the falling dew soaked the ground in through the sidelines of the air fentilation, instantly relieving my increasingly congested breathing.

Ever since last night, I had a hard time sleeping, the terrible shadows kept swirling around my head, I was really afraid that I would suddenly be thrown away if he had gotten what he wanted from me, to me, virginity is a sacred thing that a woman must really care for, because it is a crown.

Instead of constantly thinking badly about what wasn't necessarily going on, I decided to wash my face and change my clothes in my long pajamas and leave the room.

I met Salimah and some servants who were already busy in the kitchen, even they had worked hard before the sun woke up.

"Well, what are you cooking today?" I asked Salimah who was busy watching the cooks who were cooking.

"Today's the seafood menu schedule, miss," Salimah replied with a smile.

"Alright, I'll help here, I want to cook the sweet sour crab."

"Miss just sit down, our chef will cook it," Salimah replied as she pointed to a chair near the kitchen.

"No, I want to cook it myself."

"But, if you know, you will be angry, Miss," Salimah's face turned clear.

"He won't be angry, Salimah, calm down."

"Let the chef cook it, Miss, if Miss has a secret recipe, just tell me that the chef can cook for your taste."

"I don't want to, Salimah, let me cook," I said cuek while taking a cute pink celmek with butterfly motifs.

"We've finished cooking all the breakfast this morning, miss, so let us cook the sweet sour crab for miss" said one chef.

"All of you sit down, I want to cook for myself" I said staring at the three male cooks who were busy cleaning up the leftovers.

As the three chefs stared at Salimah, giving a code of confusion over my attitude, Salimah nodded slowly at them, telling them to sit by my orders and let me do whatever I wanted. Looks like cooking can help me reduce the stress of facing Mr. Arga.

I cook casually, no matter the four pairs of eyes that look at me in wonder. I intend to cook the sweet-sour crab with a cut of sweet corn as a mixture, while cutting the corn into pieces, suddenly my index finger slashed with a knife, blood came out of the wound and flowed up the palm of the hand, making me grimace withstanding the pain, the servants hysterically saw fresh blood dripping down onto the floor.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Mr. Joe came suddenly to our surprise, he actually came at an inopportune moment.

"Get me a P3K box, quick!" lord Joe's screams instantly disperse the servants who stood tensely looking at me.

Salimah swiftly came carrying a P3K box and handed it to Mr. Joe.

"Follow me." Mr. Joe pulled my hand into the living room, Salimah and all the chefs were worried and afraid of getting angry from the master as a result of this morning's incident.

"What are you doing in the kitchen to the point that your finger is almost cut off like this, huh?"

"I cook," I said grimacing.

"Is the cook's cooking in this house so bad that you want to cook yourself?"

"No, I just want to eat my own food."

"Other times be careful, don't hurt yourself" said Mr. Joe, then sucking blood on my finger with his mouth and spitting it out in a tissue.

"It's okay, it's just a small wound."

"What small injury, if your finger breaks how?" he said while dripping red medicine on my finger.

"It doesn't hurt" I said.

"Have it, I will punish those servants, they may let you cook yourself to the point of being hurt."

"Don't I force myself to cook, they just obey my orders, please don't punish them" I pleaded.

"Alright, but promise not to get hurt like this." He placed the hansaplas on my wound, stroking it slowly using his index finger.

"Is the boss awake?" ask her while putting the rest of the red medicine into the box.

"Not yet."

"May I ask you something a little personal, miss?"

"Ask, I don't mind."

"Are you happy with this marriage?"

"I don't know," I said grudgingly, there was a scar on my chest that has continued to widen since undergoing this marriage.

"I'm sorry I can't help you, I was so worried when Salimah said you drowned yesterday, did I know that the boss pushed you."

"I'm fine, sir."

"Did the boss do you any good?" asked Mr. Joe by looking into my two fixed eyes.

"Hm." I have no intention of answering, it seems that I have not found an answer that matches what I am feeling right now, but Mr. Joe's attitude this morning made me wonder why he was so worried about me.

"Thank you for taking care of my little wound, sir."

For some reason or what cause you look so worried, it's just a small wound, sir. In stark contrast to your boss, you seem to pay more attention to me, Hahaha I'm Ge-er.

I passed by leaving Mr. Joe in the living room still staring at me worriedly, when, if he knew, he knew, the wound on this finger was nothing more than a wound on the heart that had been gaping wide, just that this wound was invisible.

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Arriving at the room, I still saw Mr. Arga burying his entire body under a warm plain brown blanket, only the tip of his hair was visible, he seemed to be wriggling flexing his muscles.

I sat on my favorite couch, of course this is our favorite sofa, I looked out the window, the soft rays of the morning sun flushed all over nature.

"Have you taken a shower?" asked Mr. Arga who was already sitting on the edge of the bed while scratching his head.

"No, sir, take a bath first, I will prepare warm water," I said as I walked towards the bathroom, taking my time to glance at his face.

Early in the morning like this why the hell already looks so handsome, when you have not taken a shower, sir, why can it be that handsome anyway. Looks like it's my lucky morning, finished my finger on your handsome driver elus-elus, now looking at you with such a cute face, Arrrggh.

I smiled to myself in the bathroom, Ah I seem to have gone mad.

"Wand with me" said Mr. Arga entering the bathroom and locking the door, while I was still standing in front of the bath up.

"Ti, no need, I take a shower later." My body began to goosebumps seeing him begin to take off his clothes casually in front of me, it seemed like this man's shamed veins had completely broken off.

"The night you turned me down, now you really have to pay for the food you've eaten, come on, I'll help you repay that debt." With a body without a cloth, he began to approach me, I did not know what else to do this morning, it seems I have been trapped and will not be able to run away from the safest tiger that is covered with dangerous desires in his chest.

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