Possessive Boss

Green Phobia

The next morning, Helen's at the same age as the call from the mad boss. Six o'clock in the morning has been miscall up to 10x. With a sour face because asked to immediately face the fucking apartment.

Now Helen was standing at the door of Bryan's room, which had not yet come out. The two hands on the chest of his fingertips were tapped several times, not to mention that his legs were swaying knocking on the floor.

Helen's true appearance was very chaotic, how not chaotic. Messy hair has not been tied neatly, simple clothes loose sweatshirts and tight pants for gymnastics. Though it's a Sunday, a relaxing holiday lurking for Helen at home.

Chequek!

Bryan's room's doorknob sounded. Door opens. Helen was looking at Bryan. Bryan himself evaporated wide.

"Here I thought I didn't come" said Bryan out to the refrigerator and fetch some cold mineral water.

Helen remained silent, but she wanted to go back to sleep. Don't tell me on Sunday to make himself clean - clean his apartment. This is not a personal assistant but a maid.

"From now on you clean everything in my apartment. A personal assistant contract is in effect today. No more rebuttal. Make me breakfast, I'm hungry." His orders made Helen suspect herself to be made a housekeeper.

"Don't just stand. Do I need to kiss you just to get the job done?" Bryan continued his words.

"Don't hope!" muttered Helen to the kitchen.

Bryan is very happy if this continues he can feel at home in the apartment. The sound of the roar on the electric stove began to sound. Helen just cooks. After all, in the refrigerator there are only carrots, chickpeas, broccoli, green vegetables.

Bryan smelled the delicious aroma of the kitchen set. It was not in vain that he asked for the kitchen decorations to be open so that he could see Helen throughout. Helen had finished cooking and did not need to cook for long. Just cook cap chai with chicken soup. Don't tell me Bryan doesn't like the same vegetables as Helen.

"It's ready, please eat!" helen screams like a real wife. Gotta scream - scream.

Bryan immediately darted to the dining table that was already available there. The menu makes Bryan's taste buds recede. The most anti-green vegetables Bryan. Bryan does not like green vegetables.

Bryan looked at Helen putting vegetables on her plate. Bryan put away on the side. Helen hated the same people who did not appreciate her cooking.

"Eat, sir! Eating meat continues to be not good, the more high blood cholesterol you increase! I want to get a stroke!"

The tiger woke up from his sleep. Helen already voiced out with her judes tone. Helen's origin was very judes and fierce. Just because he patiently faced this mad Boss of his. There is no longer any such thing as patience. It was yesterday that Helen held him.

Bryan stared at the vegetable for quite a while. So Helen breathed her rough.

"That vegetable has no poison and won't make you sick to your stomach! At the guarantee that vegetables when chewed it feels like mochi," said Helen again this time her tone a little slow but as emphasized.

Bryan swallowed his saliva, he had to eat green vegetables for the rest of his life. He remembered where he had eaten the green vegetables making him want to vomit. It smells in his nose.

Bryan opened his mouth to put the green vegetables in his mouth. Not chewed or bitten. Helen still watched herself eat her cooking.

Bryan immediately ran to the dishwasher where the vegetables were spewed. It felt strange, very strange to him. Helen was surprised by Bryan, taste it. It's good to be Helen.

"Dump that vegetable! You want to poison me, huh?!" Angry Bryan after spewing vegetables from his mouth. The stinky truth.

"Poisons? Poison from where, sir! It's really delicious!" Helen even tasted like very steady.

Bryan would rather opt for a Go-food message than have to eat those disgusting vegetables. Helen was disappointed when she cooked with sincerity. Next time he won't cook again, if his boss doesn't like vegetables.