HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Not the dream man

"Master called me?" I asked Mr. Arga who just came out of the bathroom.

Her perfect body was clearly displayed before me, the checkered stomach reminded me of torn bread, but this one did not need to eat, just looking at it was a relief. He wrapped a white towel around his waist.

The water still dripping from his body flowed over his smooth skin, his field chest as if waving as I wanted to touch. Mr. Arga ruffled his still wet hair with one hand.

What a beautiful sight is this, O Lord. Why did you create such a perfect man, at least give him a little ugliness so that I have a reason not to look at him excessively.

I gulped, looking at the man walking slowly towards me.

"What did you see?"

"Sa, I don't see anything, sir." I'm nervous.

"Are you fascinated by my good looks?" He smiled slanted.

"Huh, sir is not even the type of man my dream," I said reasoned, lying once my words just now.

"You sure?"

"Surely, one hundred percent sure."

"Did you still say that I'm not a man of your type if I open this towel?" He touched the end of the towel that covered his private area.

"What do you want to do?" I took a few steps back.

What a crazy thing this guy would do.

"I just want to test you." Mr. Arga is getting closer even though I am gradually retreating.

"Please don't do anything no, sir." I clenched my hands together in my chest.

"To do what it's not like, after all you've enjoyed it many times, you must like it," he said with an evil smile.

"Don't, Mister." I kept away from him, begging like I was going to kidnap a bad guy.

"Come here." He stretched out both his hands wanting to be embraced.

"No way!"

"Hurry, this is an order."

"No way!" I shook my head strongly.

Without warning she ran a little towards me and hugged me so tightly, this warm embrace that made me want to go home immediately when I was at the boutique. This warm decapitation is one of the things that makes me feel at home for a long time with him.

"Here," he said, letting go of his arms and then walked into the dressing room.

"Have you? what's?" I'm flustered.

"I just want to be hugged, and then what do you think I'm gonna do?" He turned to look at me.

"Eh, it's okay," I said.

"You really like to think perverts, yeah." Mr. Arga laughed wickedly up inside the dressing room.

I don't think perverted, sir. I'm just afraid you're messing with me.

After Mr. Arga changed clothes, he asked me to sit on his favorite sofa and then he put his head on my lap. I don't want to ask too many questions, I'm tired of arguing with him.

I stared at his handsome face in silence, just watching him without intending to touch him, I knew that he didn't love me, so I also tried to close my heart tightly so as not to fall into the abyss that I did not know the depth.

The two eyes of the man were tightly closed, his breathing was very calm, he folded his hands over his chest. I really enjoyed this view.

Suddenly his right hand grabbed my hand, then placed it over his head. He gave me a code to stroke her hair.

"I like it" he said with his eyes still closed.

"Like what?" my question does not understand.

"Like it if you do this." She smiled knots, maybe the point is she liked it if I stroked her hair.

"really?" I'm curious.

"Yes, it's been a long time since I felt something like this, since my mother's departure" he said slowly.

I kept quiet, not knowing how to say or what else to ask, I did not want to interfere too much in his personal affairs. Even I don't understand the point at all, where did her mother go, die?

I was just guessing, looking at the man's sad look made my voice growl to ask. If he trusted me, without even asking, he would tell me.

"From tomorrow I will often go home at night, Sabrina," he opened his eyes to look closely at both of my eyes.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm, okay." I don't know why, but I'm a little disappointed to hear this.

"You okay?"

"It's okay, sir." I tried to hide my feelings of sadness by throwing a look out the glass window.

"Maybe this will last a month, but I'll try to get all the work done faster."

Does he think I can't get away from him?

"I'm really okay, sir. Really," I assured him.

Shouldn't I be happier if he's rarely at home, it would make me breathe a little relieved without his rules, his orders, his scolding, and other annoying things, he said, why am I a little disappointed in this. I was confused to understand my feelings.

"Alright, I've told the driver to keep looking after you."

"Thank you so much for keeping me safe, sir." I smiled sincerely, she returned my smile.

Ah, it felt like there were strange vibrations in my body when I saw her acting so sweet to me, that smile could even make my body limp and sink into warmth. You really are a man of dreams, sir.

Finally he really fell asleep on my lap, I still stroked his hair slowly, fragrant hair is indeed more fragrant than my hair, sometimes I smell the aroma is still attached to my hand.

I daydreamed while waiting for him to wake up, staring at the pus outside the window that had begun to darken, the sun had been hiding carrying the beam of light, only left behind the garden lights that tried to explain some of the sides.

My leg is already in pain to hold the weight of Mr. Arga's head, but I'm not that kind of wake him up. I was just trying to move a part of my body so it wouldn't stiffen.

But instead he changed his position from supine to slanted, his face right facing my stomach, he wrapped his arms there.

Several times the sound of a mobile phone vibrating from the table is not far from me, no matter how many times, but the vibration continues not to stop.

My right hand tried to grab the phone, I shifted my seat a little so I could grab it.

Hana, that's the name written on the screen of the phone that was vibrating long enough.

What's the snake woman calling continuously like this, just annoying.

I reject the call, put the phone back on the table, but just a few seconds, it vibrates again.

It's so annoying, what the hell does that woman want?

I snorted in annoyance.

"Who?" asked Mr. Arga while further immersing his face in my stomach.

"Not knowing." I was lazy to say his name.

"What's the name on the screen?" mr. Arga asked again.

"Hmm, Miss Hana," I replied lazily.

"Oh, Hannah. Just leave him."

"Why did he call so many times, is there anything important?" I asked so curious.

"She always does, sometimes just asking if I've eaten or not."

"Huh, that's all?" I was a little surprised.

"Yes, he's so considerate of me." she explained.

You have absolutely no tolerance for my feelings, sir. You lightly said that there was another woman who cared so much about you, whereas all this time I didn't even know what your cell phone number was. Weird right?

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