Melody From Pshycopaths

Breakfast cooking

“Aleycia Delwyn”

Aleycia turned her head to the source of the sound.

He thought the man was asleep but, it turned out that he was in front of him now.

“Who ordered you to go in there? You forgot the punishment you asked for?”

Glug

Aleycia gulped her saliva with great difficulty.

Was he able to retract his words a while ago?

Or at least let yourself be self-defeating?

“Log into my room” Said Greg coldly.

Aleycia was like a buffalo on her nose, following Greg to the man's private room.

“You know your mistake where miss?” Greg asked the girl in front of him. Aleycia was silent at the time.

“Just calm down, I'll give you a punishment that might be easy for you”.

Aleycia was silent.

Greg approached Aleycia slowly, not needing many words to immediately pull the girl sitting on her bed to stand up, kiss her right on the lips, play her rhythm there.

1 minute

2 mins

3 mins

10 Minutes later, the kiss was over. Aleycia's lips became thick with Greg's.

“Go, I'm being kind today” Greg told Aleycia.

Hearing that, the girl immediately breathed a sigh of relief, considering how Greg Rangley's rough play alone made her quite goosebumps. But, this time he was actually freed by that man?

Is it that easy?

Without a second thought, Aleycia immediately walked out of the room, afraid that Greg might change his mind.

After the door closed, Greg grinned softly, “Welcome to enjoy your sleep tonight miss”.

...***...

“What else happened this time?” Aleycia muttered, as if she had adapted to the circumstances around her, seeing Greg looking at her coldly.

“Don't be lazy, here you are a slave, don't expect to be a queen” Greg said.

“Evening events, mean nothing” Next.

Aleycia immediately woke up, cleaned her body and went down to help Abey who was preparing ingredients for cooking.

“Let Aleycia cook for me” Greg said then left the kitchen for the dinner table while enjoying a cup of coffee and checking out some work on his tablet.

Aleycia swallowed her saliva, “What should I cook for the man?” Aleycia asked Abey.

In this house it is very different from his home. What kind of food do rich people eat? That was Aleycia's mind.

“Anything you can, don't make him wait too long” Whisper Abey.

Aleycia twisted her brain, looking at the foodstuffs that were in the fridge.

Aleycia immediately remembered a recipe from someone once, the woman taught her to make fried rice with a very special taste according to him, coupled with the eggs of beef eyes alone it was enough.

The girl began to struggle smartly in the kitchen, Aleycia was already used to living independently.

After about 15 minutes of struggling with cooking utensils, the girl immediately prepared it at the dinner table. Greg glanced at Aleycia for a moment then focused on the tablet back.

Until then, “It's ready, enjoy” said Aleycia then return to the kitchen to clean the cooking equipment.

Abey is seen enjoying the fried rice of Aleycia, making sure that the food made by the girl really suits the taste of her master.

“Ale, this is so delicious. Where did you learn this?” Ask Abey.

Aleycia smiled slightly then said, “I was taught by someone, the owner of the cafe where I worked a few months ago”

Greg raised next to his brows, staring at the fried rice before him. Usually he only consumes bread or oatmeal or even cereal as his breakfast, a little different than usual.

The man took the fried rice a little and “Hmmm”, he muttered as he tasted the taste of the fried rice Aleycia made, not like the fried rice he ate from the restaurant.

Greg finished the food on his plate and immediately left for work.

Abey swallowed her saliva, since when did her master finish his breakfast?

“Looks like you should be the chef in this house, Ale. Mr. Greg loves your cooking” Abey said as she tidied the dinner table.

Aleycia was silent, not paying much attention to Abey's words. The girl was thinking of a way to get herself out of the mansion.