HANDSOME MASTER (Late In Love)

Paint me!

I really like this kind of scene, a beautiful scene when the man I love has just woken up from his sleep, his hair disheveled yet still looking cool, his brown eyes sparkled fresh after getting enough rest, his handsome face did not change in the slightest even though he had not bathed and cleaned himself.

He grabbed my body in his arms, this body that had not completely dried up was clinging to him, slowly he tried to remove the towel wrapped around my body, I quickly brushed his hand away.

"Don't! it's still morning," I said annoyed, not yet his hands have fumbled.

"Why is it morning, isn't it getting better?" he replied casually while tightening his embrace.

"The better?"

"Yes, the better to exercise."

"I just took a shower, Honey. Not now."

"You know, I've read some articles about fighting in the morning, it's very effective to get a woman pregnant quickly," said Mr. Arga looking into my eyes.

Getting pregnant? is this really what I heard? you want me to get pregnant soon?

"You want me to get pregnant fast?" many ensure.

"I want it, why would I fight day and night with you if I didn't want to get our little angel right away."

"Really?" I still can't believe I heard what he said this morning.

"Yes, why don't you seem to believe me?"

"Ah, it's okay. I'm just making sure you're not delirious, Honey." I smiled a little at him.

"You want it?"

"Want what?"

"A child."

Ah, what kind of question is this, of course I want it, I'm a woman and I'm normal.

"Yes" I replied briefly.

"Then, let's take a look at our future," he said, turning my body to the bottom, and he was on top, beating me.

It's hard, if this is his wish, I can no longer refuse. Are we the only couple who don't know the time of morning, day, night, and always fight tirelessly?

My body, which had just been wet from the shower, was now wet again because of the combined sweat.

The long groans together showed we had reached a breaking point. It's exhausting, but it's a fun activity.

"I'm going to ask the doctor to find the best doctor to prepare for your next pregnancy, honey. I don't want anything bad to happen to you" said Mr. Arga when he had finished his wish.

"All right, it's up to you, Honey." I take care of the messy mattress and blanket, this bed is like a broken ship every time we after surfing looking for pleasure.

"Would you take a shower with me?" ask Mr. Arga.

Oh, No!

Enough, I was tired enough, last night already, this morning already, I knew everything would go back on if I accepted the invitation to take a bath with him.

"You go first, Honey. I want to ...."

"You what? find excuses!" Mr. Arga reddened his lips while closing the bathroom door.

Hah, congratulations.

After the two of us finished taking alternating baths, I immediately invited Mr. Arga to have breakfast with papa in the dining room, papa must have been waiting.

As soon as we exited the room, I also saw papa coming out of his room and walking towards the dining room, me and lord Arga were walking behind him.

"Well, you guys up?" asked papa surprised, unaware of our existence.

"Already, Pa. Come on breakfast," take me.

"Come, papa is very happy if anyone accompanies papa to breakfast," said the middle-aged man. Today his face looks more fresh and cheerful, different from yesterday's money looks somber.

Arriving at the dining table, some menus have been arranged neatly on the table, some waiters walk back and forth carrying food that is still in line in the kitchen to be served immediately.

"Well, a lot," I was excited to see a variety of dishes that are very appetizing.

"Papa deliberately, because there are children and beloved daughter-in-law papa here," said papa smiling. As for Mr. Arga, from earlier he was just silent, not showing any expression.

"Oh yeah, you guys stay here for a week? papa was very hopeful" asked papa.

"Tomorrow morning we must return, Pa. A lot of work is important," replied Mr. Arga flatly.

"Oh, yeah." Papa let out a long sigh, there was a gurat of disappointment that could not be hidden from his face.

"When we're gonna play here again, Pa," I said.

"Papa will gladly welcome him, because papa is indeed very lonely in this house," replied the expectant father.

"How about you stay with us, you won't be lonely anymore" I said excitedly, hoping my advice would be accepted.

"No, Son. Papa cannot leave this house" replied the father, now he has lowered his head again.

"Alright, Pa. Sabrina only gave advice, if you are interested, of course Mr. Arga is also very happy, right, Honey?" I said to throw a glance at the man who was down playing the spoon in his hand.

"Eh, yeah-yes." Mr. Arga answered while scratching his head, I knew he was thinking about something to the point of not hearing what we were talking about.

I don't know what still looms over the man's mind so that he returns unfocused and looks wrong.

There are so many types of orchid plants here, with different types of course.

"These orchids are so beautiful, yes, Honey," I said, trying to get her to talk, because since I met my dad at the dinner table, he's been quieter.

"Yes, pretty, like you."

"really? i'm pretty?" I tease.

"You used to say I was unattractive, less beautiful."

"It's because I haven't loved you, now I love you, so you're the most beautiful and attractive woman to me" she smiled.

"Hmm, so yeah. I didn't love you in the past either, but why did I see your good looks?" I'm a plain pretender.

"Because I've been handsome from there, it's been absolute."

Hah, in praise a little directly fly hovering so.

I put my lips together, why his brain could have answered the strange questions I threw, it was so easy for him to string words together.

"Don't pout. All right, I admit that you've been beautiful, too, so pretty," she said, shuffling my hair of origin.

"Lied!"

"I'm not lying, I'm being honest about it."

"Then, paint me," I said grin.

"Painting you? I haven't painted for a long time."

"All right, I'm lashing! go there!" expirku.

"You want me to paint you?"

"Yes, paint me in a beautiful pose" I said slightly excitedly.

"But there's a condition?"

"What's the condition?"

Mr. Arga then took a cell phone in his pants pocket, he showed an old film footage of a large ship that sank due to hitting a chunk of ice.

The film tells the story of a noble woman who falls in love with a simple man who is good at painting.

In the middle of the show, it appears the woman is lying on a long sofa with a hot pose without clothes is being painted by the man she likes.

"I want you to pose like this" said Mr. Arga pointing at the picture on his phone screen.

Huh, crazy huh?

Your madness has it recurred?

"Shame, Honey. I don't want to!" reject me raw.

"It's gonna be great."

"No, not at all!"

"All right, I'll give you a discount. Part of the body is covered with a blanket" he said.

"No! how could I pose like that, if anyone saw how?"

"Am sure I painted you on the highway? if in the room, no one will see you" he continued.

"But, Honey."

"Here you go, come with me!"

Mr. Arga took me by the arm, he took me to his old room, took some painting equipment such as a brush, watercolour, and a large white cloth that had been framed with wood. Then we headed back to the guest room we had occupied to rest all this time.

"Come here, I will help you remove the cloths that block this beautiful view of mine," said Mr. Arga clutching my body, his guerrilla hands taking off the buttons of my clothes.

"I don't want to be right in the movie, I want to wear clothes, it's too embarrassing, Honey."

"Hmm, okay. I'll give you an extra discount, you can wear my favorite black lingerie" she said.

"Yes! I'll wear it." After my clothes came off, I picked up the lingerie that was in the closet and put it on in front of Mr. Arga, she always unblinkingly stared at every curve of my body.

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