HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

The diet starts tomorrow

It's been almost an hour I've massaged all parts of this man's body from his feet to his head, but he's kind of used my kindness to make me a real masseuse like this.

"Master," I said as I sat on the floor. The one called did not answer.

Apparently the man fell asleep very fast.

Hah, how nice my massage is, to the point that you fell asleep so soundly, Look, your saliva has even flooded this expensive sofa, sir.

I stood up and went to the bathroom, my hand was so sore, even my thumb was up to tepos.

I decided to take a warm bath for a while, mumpung mister Arga was enjoying a good sleep, I will be more free in the bathroom without interruption.

"Sabrian! Sabrina!" shouted Mr. Arga banging on the bathroom door.

Very quickly he woke up, not even five minutes I mendi, huh.

I immediately got up from the baath up and put on a small towel covering part of my body, I quickly opened the door and ran towards the changing room without caring for him who was standing gawking at me, I had to move quickly the perverted male sebulum pounced on me. He's been like a starving lion all the time, never knowing the time.

I peeked at the small gap of the dressing room, Mr. Arga still stood in confusion, but after that he went into the bathroom scratching his head which might be itchy.

I took a black knee-length dress with ribbon accents on her waist, then a pearl-shaped bead of edges around the neck very neatly. It seems I am starting to like wearing black or white clothes like Mr. Arga, it always feels suitable to wear at any event, still looks elegant even without the colors that are striking.

When I was neat and dressed up pretty, I came out of the dressing room and saw Mr. Arga leaning on the edge of the bed playing with his phone.

"Where are you going?" He glanced at me.

"Walk," I grimaced.

"Who would you like to go for a walk with?" he scrunched his forehead.

"Of course with you, didn't you promise to take me for a walk?"

"Tomorrow!"

"No, now! Tomorrow he said we should go home,"

"I'm tired! just tomorrow."

"I've been massaging you for an entire hour, sir. Still say tired? I'm even more tired!" I replied annoyed while slamming my shoulder on the edge of the bed.

"If you're tired of sleeping, don't go for a walk!" answer's indifferent.

"For women, the cure is tired it's a walk, refreshing!"

"Women are weird!"

"Master want to take me for a walk or not? otherwise, I'll--."

"What will?"

"It will jump from this hotel" I said, stomping my feet in annoyance.

"Just jump, I don't bother to take you home, just throw your body into the river" said Mr. Arga casually without sin.

"Bodo very!" I walked while grunting angrily towards the kitchen, eager to exhaust the entire contents of the refrigerator to dispel my irritation.

While Mr. Arga just smiled snidely at me, he seemed so happy to see me in a blanket of anger.

When I opened the fridge, I remembered that last night I was making milk that I had not yet drunk, which I had placed on the table by the sofa.

Ah, at most the milk is stale and wry.

I took back some of the bread and pineapple jam that was left there, I piled four layers of bread into one, and applied pineapple jam on each layer.

"You are so greedy" said Mr. Arga, suddenly entering the kitchen, surprising me.

"Let's just let it go!" I threw my face away, then bit the end of the bread that was ready to eat.

"Do you always eat a lot when you're angry?"

"Yes, this can make my emotions improve." I replied without looking at him.

"Alright, if your emotions are stable, I'll wait for you in front, we'll take a walk for a while. Finish your bread first!" said Mr. Arga as he passed away leaving me.

Yup! a walk. I smiled happily in the kitchen and finished the bread in my hand with no rest.

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"Where are we, sir?" ask me when I'm in the car.

"Street around."

"Where do I mean walk?"

"Orchard Road."

"A shopping mall, a spa and a variety of restaurants."

"Well, what a coincidence, I'll buy souvenirs for my family and friends at the boutique" I said happily.

He just glanced at me, not responding to my words at all.

After arriving at a very crowded street, Mr. Arga invited me down from the car and entered a luxury restaurant, the visitors were very crowded, even they were willing to queue to get a seat.

We also had no place to sit, but when Mr. Arga called one of the servants, and spoke whispers to him, the servant then went back in and came out with a blonde woman to his shoulder. The woman smiled very kindly to us, then let us enter the VIP room at this restaurant.

"Did you know that blonde lady?"

"Yes, he owns this restaurant."

"Well, that's great, you know strangers like him." I smiled in admiration at him while clapping lightly.

"It's normal." She glanced at me while she was singing her sex lips.

Without waiting for a long time, some of the food on our table, from the appearance alone it looks very tempting, especially if it has been eaten, it must be more filling, of course the price is also fantastic. This is the most luxurious restaurant I have ever visited and its strategic existence makes this place very crowded visitors, tourists from any country must know this place.

"Eat first, after this we will shop for souvenirs," said Mr. Arga.

"really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Emm, Sir."

"What else?"

"After returning from here, may I visit my parents' house?" I asked for courage, but I really miss my father and mother, I can't take it anymore.

"If you're always sweet, I'll obey all your will" he said as he began tasting the dish.

"really?"

"Of course, now eat, let's get fatter!"

Huh, so all this time you've been bribing me with a variety of delicious and delicious foods like this so that I get fatter? that howyouwant?

"But I want to be skinny, sir. Just like fashion show models," I said.

"Beautiful women don't have to be thin."

"But usually men like women who are thin and slender."

"Skinny? where's nice in the hug!"

"What do you think, sir?"

"Yes, is it good to hug bones?"

"Yes, it's not like that either, sir."

"Here you go, your body is better, so eat a lot if you want me to like you."

Haah, I don't seem to be obsessed with you liking me either, sir.

Mr. Arga eats so voraciously, whereas I try to restrain my appetite from overdoing it, just tasting what looks good, unfortunately, all of these foods look so shaky to my dietary intentions.

All right, the diet starts tomorrow, now eat first. Besides, tomorrow after tomorrow I won't necessarily be able to find this delicious meal.

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Who is this here too?

Diet tomorrow, now eat first, Hihihi 🤭🤭