HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

The more?

"If you confess, I will forgive you" said Mr. Arga close his body to me.

"Acknowledging what?" I said.

"Honestly, if you're waiting for me."

"Alright, alright, I am indeed waiting for you, sir."

"I guessed it! you must have been unable to endure lingering away from me, hahaha." He hugged my body with a sigh.

"Alright, now let's go to sleep," I said turning my back to him.

"What's? slept?"

"Then what do you want?"

"Eating you," he said with a smile full of lust.

"Taun is tired, you better rest first," I said looking for an excuse.

"I'm not tired, I'm still strong."

"No, if you're tired, before you get to the top, you want to?"

"Is that right?"

"Of course." I smiled cunningly.

"From where do you know that when tired can quickly make a lack of joy," he said while turning my body.

"Secret, now let's go to sleep, if we get fit again, we'll do it." I blinked my eyes at him.

"It's only been two months of marriage, you've known a lot about the bed scene, yeah." The handsome man was a beard, while I smiled cunningly behind him.

I immediately closed my eyes tightly, before Mr. Arga changed his mind.

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This morning I woke up early, because I wanted to tell Salimah that I wanted to eat more noodles for breakfast this morning.

Before entering the bathroom, I immediately changed my lingerie with long pajamas and headed to the kitchen and met Salimah.

"Salima," I said as the woman sat at the kitchen table watching the chefs.

"Miss is awake? can I help you?" Salimah stood up when she saw me.

"I'd like another noodle breakfast this morning, please make it, Yes."

"Morning breakfast noodles?" Salimah knitted her two eyebrows.

"Yes, I love the noodle dishes made by the chef of this house," I said smilingly looking at the cooks who were cooking.

"Alright, Miss. We'll prepare breakfast noodles for miss."

"Thank you, Salimah." I went back to the room.

Upon reaching the room, I immediately took a lightning-fast shower before Mr. Arga woke up. It would be longer if the man woke up while I was in the shower.

Out of the bathroom door, I glanced at the man who was still sound asleep under his warm blanket, he buried his entire body and left only his visible head.

I walked up to her for a moment before changing my towel in full clothes, I kissed her forehead at a glance, she squirmed, not realizing that I was doing something that to myself was so crazy.

How could I be tempted to kiss her, lest the virus of love be scattered everywhere, even has possessed my soul and mind.

I rushed towards the dressing room before Mr. Arga realized what I had done to him.

For some reason, there was a feeling of embarrassment or unease if he found out. Maybe it's because we don't understand each other what's going on between us.

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The clock had shown at eight in the morning, but the man who was having a beautiful dream also opened his eyes.

Should I wake him up?

What if he gets angry?

I woke her up, approached the body and sat on the edge of the bed right next to her.

I stroked her hair softly, hoping she would know and opened her eyes, but nil, she was getting slender in the caress of my hand. I shook his body slowly, he just squirmed.

The blanket that covered his body I accidentally opened so that he felt the cold from the AC that was still burning to make him wake up.

"Sir, get up, it's noon, '" I said slowly.

"Master, wake!"

You're sleeping or fainting anyway, why is it so hard to wake you up.

For almost half an hour I tried to wake him up gently and slowly, but the man seemed to have swallowed ten capsules of the anesthetic to the point that it was difficult to open his eyes.

Suddenly he pulled my hand firmly, my reflexes falling over the chest of his field. His eyes were still tightly closed, but his lips formed a dazzling smile.

Seeing your smile like this alone can make my heart salto from its place, Sir.

"Wake up, it's noon, sir." I poked his chest slowly.

"Kiss first!" he showed me his cheek.

"No, let me go." I thrashed to release his embrace

"I won't let you go until you kiss me again" she smiled.

"Again?" I scrunched my forehead.

"Don't you kiss me, it makes me sleep better."

Hah, how does he know if I kiss him, lest he just pretend to be asleep. Unfortunately I, can-can go down my market price.

"Why are you quiet?"

"Sa, I didn't kiss you anyway, maybe it was just a mister's hallucination." I buried my face in his chest.

"I've never hallucinated, I know you kissed me, because I woke up the first time you came out of this room."

"That means, you're just pretending to be asleep?" I pushed his body, then tidied up my tangled clothes.

"At first I was just pretending to be asleep, but when you kissed me, I was sleepy again, and I slept again." He pulled me again, this time I was able to escape, I brushed his hand away.

"Kiss me, and I'll be up soon." He pointed at his right cheek with his index finger.

"No way!"

"Why? don't you like kissing me?"

"Who said I like." I glanced cynically.

"From you doing it secretly, it's better to be blatantly like this, I let you kiss me as much as you want, let's kiss me." He stretched out his hands together in a hug, with the position of the body still stretched out on the bed.

"Well, that's what you want, sir." I glanced, then headed towards the chair in front of my dresser.

I'm still sane, I can't kiss him as much as I want, Mr. Arga's cheeks will be tepos even crumpled me make. Who told me to have such a handsome face anyway, I couldn't stand to see you.

I had ignored Mr. Arga who kept blabbering wanted to be kissed in the hug, I let him lie on the bed and hurried to prepare a suit and shirt for him to wear to work later.

I am getting used to my daily routine of serving him, I would rather do it as I see fit, than him who always gives me this and that command.

"Thank you, Sa" he said, hugging me from behind.

"Yes, take a shower now, sir. You smell asem."

"You like it, don't you?"

"Well, what do you like?"

"Like this seductive scent of my body," she said still with her hands clutching my body.

"Tempting what, if only there were rats in this house, they would have all fainted from smelling your scent, sir."

"Don't mock, someday, this scent is what you'll miss" he said, laughing as he let go of his embrace.

"I've prepared warm water, take a shower before it's cold."

"Ah, you're making me more--." He did not continue his sentence continuing to rush towards the bathroom.

What does it mean?

I looked up, my eyes following where the man was walking.

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