HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Addictions

I looked closely at his face.

Ah, your face is handsome, adorable, I would love to pinch your cheeks, huh.

After a few minutes I sat looking at him, he started to get uncomfortable, moving his head, rubbing his right leg with his left.

"Hm." He cleared his throat and suddenly his head was moved above my thighs, I was so surprised at him.

But the eyes were still closed, the position like this looked more comfortable, his hands were placed on his chest, comfortably the head was asleep on my lap.

This time I was so patient to leave him in the most comfortable position at the moment, because he looked so tired, no matter what burden he was carrying that his handsome face looked so helpless. I think he's a handsome, rich guy, he's got everything, he can even get anything he wants with just one word, but his life feels so flat, he looked so lonely, like he had no friends to share, like living in a cage he created himself, I could somehow think like that, but as long as I was with him, I could think like that, a little bit I can second-guess the twists of his life.

I stroked her dense black hair gently, I kissed my right hand which I used to stroke her.

Hem, how fragrant his hair, of course he diligently washed this hair every day, why the hell, he so caught my attention.

"You like it?" He asked slowly, like a whisper.

"What?" I was shocked to hear that, her eyes were still closed, but she seemed to realize what I had done to her hair.

"My hair."

"Mister's hair, very fragrant, I like it," I said honestly.

"Check."

"Ti, no need." I started to get nervous, it seemed like this strange disease of men had relapsed.

"Hurry, kiss my hair!"

"No way!" I raised my voice a little.

"You dare to argue with me now, is there more than one life?" he said it still sounds so calm.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have to kiss your hair, it's fragrant to be in my nose without kissing it."

"Look, kiss!" He's always been like that, never to be denied.

I hesitantly bowed, bringing my nose closer to her hair.

Ah, it's very fragrant, the smell is refreshing.

"Look, you like her so much" she said, smiling so sweetly.

God, why did you create a man with this sweet smile.

"Alright, I like it, sir."

"So much better, I've always liked honest people, Sabrina."

"Hm." I didn't respond to him.

"Thank you for making my papa not angry with me this afternoon" he said and opened his eyes, looking at both of my eyes with a look that looked so sincere.

"Sama-sama, it is my duty as a wife to help her husband."

Suddenly we were immersed in silence, I stared at the window of the room whose curtains were still wide open, staring at the small lights in the garden area, while he stared blankly in any direction, he still looks comfortable resting his head on my lap.

"Master doesn't want to take a shower?" I asked slowly, because it was getting darker, and soon it was time for dinner, while he was still cool with his daydream.

"I want you to take a shower with me."

I guessed it, his strange illness must have recurred, asking me to do unnatural, annoying things.

"But it's dark, I'll catch a cold if I take a shower at these hours." I reasoned.

"Lied."

"Yes, Sir."

"Alright, I don't want to take a shower, so you can smell this enchanting body smell all night."

"Go, I'll prepare some warm water."

"Lazy, later I can also catch a cold just like you."

"Yes, whatever!" I'm thieving.

"Hm." He answered while closing his eyes.

Hey, didn't you see that watch on your wrist that it showed what time it was, why it was crashing again anyway, my thighs are tingling with the weight of your head, Huh!

"You what?"

"Help Salimah to prepare dinner." I was confused looking for excuses.

"No need, I pay all the servants in this house a fantastic salary, so you just have to sit and serve me."

It sucks!

I was silent, grumbling in my heart, scolding him in a row.

"Sabrina" he said softly

Ah, why just calling me like that makes my heart beat anyway.

"Are you begging Papa to plan our honeymoon?"

What kind of question is this, I'm still normal and sane, there's no way I'm begging to honeymoon with you, I'm not that sad.

"What am I doing that for?"

"For you to be with me" he said with great confidence.

"No, we don't need a honeymoon." I said with a look of annoyed face. Maybe he thinks I want that honeymoon plan.

"You angry? All right, we're going on our honeymoon next week" she said, standing up and taking her clothes off and going into the bathroom.

While I was just sitting gawking, confused by what he just said. How could he think that I was upset because he refused to plan a honeymoon, when I meant to say that I didn't want any honeymoon plans, but he thought I meant something else, what a perverse way of mind.

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After a quiet dinner, I went back to the room with him, since the conversation on the sofa earlier, he looked calm, not asking me to do anything weird, or telling me this and that, he said, he behaves like a normal human being in general.

I replaced the evening gown I had just worn for dinner with black lingerie, then dropped myself on the bed. While Mr. Arga had already laid his body there by only wearing white shorts. This man prefers to wear any clothes with neutral, black or white colors, only those colors are in a row of cabinets.

"You were flirting with that lingerie, Sabrina" she whispered to my ear.

I just kept quiet, shifted my body little by little away from it, the feeling of anxiety had spread to all parts of my body.

"I'm going to make it, we're going to do it non-stop for 24 hours on our honeymoon" he continued.

Whahuh? You're crazy, aren't you?

I let out a long sigh, hearing his words made me already shudder in horror, I couldn't bear to imagine that if it really happened.

"May I ask you a favor?" he said while shifting and sleeping on his back staring at the ceiling of the room.

"Say."

"Be nice to my dad, don't disappoint him, he's the most important thing in my life." His words were slow, but it was really like slicing my heart.

"Of course, without you asking for it, I would definitely do it, sir. He is my in-laws, I already consider him like my own parents."

"You know, it seems like I'm hooked if you say spoiled and call me my husband" she smiled and set her eyes on me.

"What?" I was surprised, I could have fallen into a hole that I had dug myself.

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