HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Not the dream woman

"Hmm, forgive me, sir, I just meant to make papa happy, so I called master like that." I tried as honestly as I could, because this was my original goal.

"You don't want to make me happy either?"

"Hm." I was confused as to what to answer.

"Try saying it one more time, call me my husband, so, quick!"

"Lazy!"

"Hurry up, or I'll eat you alive right now." The threat scared me a little.

"Well, my husband, satisfied?"

"I like it." He smiled, then tilted his body closer to me.

I was silent not to respond, then behind him, I could not bear to see his face continuously, I could be more fascinated made.

Suddenly her burly arms coiled around my stomach, her movements so soft, my body like being decked by a tame tiger, my eyes only glanced at the hand that was squeezing a thin cloth attached to my stomach.

"Call me affectionately," he said, then pulled back my hair, and he put his lips around my neck.

"No way."

"Why?"

Because I don't love you, sir. So stupid.

"Is it because you don't love me?" tanyanya while continuing to kiss the nape of my neck. How could he guess my mind.

"It can be." I was moving, my body felt uncomfortable he did this naughty activity.

"I will make you not only love me, but fall in love with me and beg for my love."

"For what reason, even our marriage is based only on the mercy of the master to my family, for what master made me fall in love and beg for the love of the master?" I tried to control my heart, not one bit I thought about gaining her sincerity, because I really knew that everything she did was just out of pity for my family, and this marriage was my family's means of return to her.

"You're not the type of woman I've always dreamed of."

"really?" I was sad to hear his words.

"Of course." He's getting his arms tight.

"Then why did you accept this marriage?"

"Of course, the important thing is that you are not the dream girl of many men" she replied, as if there were no sins attached to her.

"Well, maybe because I'm ugly and curly, so I'm not the woman you dream of"

"You're not ugly, Sabrina, it's just .... "

"What?"

"You're not pretty."

Whahuh? why is every word that comes out of your mouth always annoying, sir. Totally heartless.

It was very curious that I silenced the face of this cool man on my back with a pillow until he forgot to breathe, what a hassle living with him, it was, I was with him for a week, but my sanity was almost gone.

Silent, the man was no longer babbling that no-no, only the sound of his breath was heard loud in my ears, even he still stuck his lips on my shoulders.

A few minutes later his embrace began to slacken, it seemed like he was actually asleep while hugging me, this kind of position made me not free to move, but I did not dare to wake him up to shift, I finally fell asleep in this fixed position.

...

"Good morning," he said waking me up, he had finished his bath and looked very neat wearing a plain white shirt with long black pants.

"What time is this?" I was surprised to see the window of the room which had revealed a bright light.

"Oight hour."

"I'm sorry I woke up, sir." I sat down and made my bed.

"It's okay, it seems like your sleep is very good because all night long I hug you," he said with a smile glancing at me.

"I have to go to the store today."

"I'll take you."

"No need, I'll just order a taxi online."

"Don't argue."

I just resigned, it was still morning, I was not energetic to serve him arguing. I decided to take a shower immediately before the sun was crawling up.

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At the dinner table, I saw Mr. Arga and Mr. Joe already sitting sweetly waiting for me to have breakfast together.

The three of us had breakfast together casually, I began to get used to serving Mr. Arga by taking him a glass of water before eating and putting some pieces of fruit on a small plate as a cover.

I don't know where Mr. Joe lives, but he comes here early in the morning and eats breakfast together, but he's rarely seen coming to dinner in this house.

"I'm the one who delivered it, Boss," replied Mr. Joe.

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all" said Mr. Joe as he devoured a mini-banana.

"Well, thank you, Joe, I have to get to the office early, I have something to take care of today."

"All right, Boss, take it easy."

After breakfast, Mr. Arga left first for the office, while I was still busy packing the things I had to bring to the boutique this morning, because I had not been there for a week, there are so many things I have to prepare.

In front of the main door, it was seen that Mr. Joe was standing on his back on a large pole while his eyes focused on the screen of his smartphone.

"I'm ready, sir."

"Ah, pretty." He looked at me and said quietly, but my ears were still very clear to hear him.

"What?" I'm faking.

"No, it's okay, let's go" he said as he walked toward the car ahead of me, while I just walked after him.

"Please." He helped me open the car door.

"I can do it myself, sir, don't overdo it."

"Hm." He didn't answer, kept waiting for me to get in the car and shut it down.

The streets look crowded, congestion has become commonplace when entering the city streets.

The distance between Mr. Arga and my boutique took almost half an hour, but felt closer than the distance from my own home.

At a crossroad red light, in a row of crowded shophouses are seen a flower shop that has been opened, in front of it neatly lined with ornamental flowers that bloom together.

"Master, can we stop by the flower shop for a second?"

"For what?"

"Of course, to buy flowers, where it is possible to buy clothes," I said a little stubborn, besides the question is strange, if you want to go to the flower shop it is certain to buy flowers.

"All right." He was funny to answer.

I got out of the car and picked out some medium-sized live roses, not forgetting to buy some flower pots and fertilizers as well, all for my flowers in the boutique.

"Do you like roses?" asked Mr. Joe to watch me.

"Very."

"What color do you like?"

"All, but I prefer white."

"Yes, white is beautiful, plain and also symbolizes sincerity" she looked at me with a strange look.

"Did you always look at women with such sharp eyes, sir?" I started to feel strange every time he looked at me, so I ventured to rebuke him.

"No, only certain women catch my attention."

"That's it, stop looking at me like that, I don't like it!"

"This is my eye, it's up to dong."

"Just talk to the wall!" I was upset, rushed to leave him and headed for the store cashier.

"You're here, I'll pay" he said, pulling my arm and stopping my footsteps.

"All right, whatever." I'm a little happy, because I'm more frugal.

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