PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER
SEASON 2 Part 22. I'm Not Your Sweetheart
Sandra POV
A busy Monday for Oliver, it seems that he is today preparing everything for the departure to Hanoi tomorrow morning, there are seven people from his office who will be there, he said, there are project leaders and representatives who will stay there until the project , some others will help complete the blueprint as a whole.
Flight's in the morning, but he's out of office almost 11 in the evening.
"You're fine." He laid himself down by arranging the front seat directly to the back. Eyes closed.
"It's exhausting, I haven't even packed for tomorrow."
"Tomorrow flight at 10, we must have left at 8 at the latest. You remember our trip to the project area took almost three hours, maybe our afternoon just arrived, I've called nguyen, they set up a halfway house there for us."
"I know."
"Let's help you pack okay."
"Hmmm... I closed my eyes for a moment."
I didn't bother him when he was resting, it seemed he was tired, fifteen minutes later we arrived. I patted his arm.
"Oliver..."
"Oh, it's arrived."
"Let's help you pack and after the shower, go to sleep."
"I feel like I have a wife watching me right now."
"I'm paid to help you okay, not your wife."
"You never make me happy a little bit." I smiled a little in response to her joke.
No, I don't want to make him happy. I'm here to work well. Wouldn't want to have a brief affair with Don Juan.
My target is 30 days, 4 months salary bonus. Simple, safe, and definitely achievable. So 'sleeping buddy' is a bonus I can't bear as a result. I don't like the idea of a bedmate.
Now for the first time I went into his room. Neat room with dominant colors of gray, black and brown it feels comfortable, he shows what I have to carry in a suitcase, the man's luggage is simpler, after all it seems that he often travels for projects, there is one cupboard that is arranged and already packed in a smaller package, everything it needs from shirts, pants, interiors, already packed in each container and fit in the suitcase, he said, imi is for traveling. This man is a neat architect, until the wardrobe is neat and organized.
Finished her shower she saw me finish putting everything in neatly. With just a short sweatshirt, home shorts and messy hair he came out of the bathroom. I've seen him even more innocent than that like he said.
He stood in front of me checking the contents of his suitcase.
"Have you?"
"It's over, there's more." He saw the closet. "Already, we don't go in the middle of nowhere, there's still a shop there. Apparently the other pack even has complete male toiletries. "This is it enter." He brought a small pack.
"Done. I can sleep until 7 now."
"You gotta massage a little bit." He's lookingat me.
"You serious? What do you mean massage?" It was a massage of what he thought. Me*sum.
"Close your body." Better not talk about it but do it.
"What is the need for clothes that are quite open and perverted to do it exactly. I mean do I need topless." He grimaced himself.
"Your mesu*m. Hurry up and put your body down!" He laughed now that I nagged him.
"No need to undress, skin to skin seems to be more interesting." This me*sum really needs to get beat up. He's still talking graze at will.
"This is not the usual massage you do. You will be charged 20x if you reach skin to skin. Be prepared? You need to mention the article. "
"Snap woman." I grimaced, he finally slapped his body. I went up and sat on the bed.
"Why are you suddenly so good to me?"
"It's to pay my blind salary these four days, don't you be so flattered." She laughs.
"May, just sleep."
"How can you massage?" He's slapping his body. I started rubbing my palms together to give a warm sensation.
"I learned to be a therapist in my youth." It is a job that does not require higher education.
And starting practicing the techniques I learned as a young man, I worked as a therapist for a while. Chinese Massage technique that combines pressure, hand rotation, sometimes pinching, and even stepping.
"God, this is so good." He made a groan-like sound that gave me goosebumps as soon as I started.
"Can't you shut up."
"Why? Did I make you remember anything?" This me**sum XXXL does need to be beaten, from now on he is always looking for trouble. I made pressure with both hands that caused his spine to ring.
"Fu*ck, God that's so good." He was grateful to me.
"You're so noisy."
"It's so good, can you do it again next time. Fu." The second pressure made him pull out that magic phrase again.
"Don't be noisy be quiet."
"I adore you sweetheart. It's so good."
"I'm not your sweetheart."
"Then be my sweetheart."
"It's against the contract." He laughed with his eyes closed. He was even added to being. It's useless to comment on it, I grimace myself, comment on it he'll even add to it, now I just put him to sleep, the massage that relaxes the muscles starts to run.
"Why are you so mean to me, Sandra."
"I'm cruel, don't expect me. You better go to Anna, she gives you what you need willingly."
"Women like Anna don't have something called voluntary Sandra. F*uck.that spo*t is heaven." He still likes to talk while I'm massaging.
"Unconditional love is just a mother to her child, and not all of them are lucky. But fortunately there are friends who consider us family and are willing to help us. If you look for it there's probably." He grunts.
"Friend, does Ko Derrick consider you his best friend, what do you think he is?"
"Sister..."
"You want to have it?"
"No, I'm just thankful she thinks I'm her sister. Maybe I don't have a family, but some still think I'm a sister, it's a miracle. Than the one who said he loved me, but then tortured me for his love of himself."
"You mean Kent, ... You should forget that. You're telling me not to bring the past you've also brought it up until now. You also equate everyone." It seems to be a sharing session.
"I don't know Oliver, I'm just satisfied with what I'm doing, being happy with myself is enough. Women can do that, women can live without men, but men can't live without women, you've heard the proverb." Finally I said too, I'm happy with myself not wanting to have a relationship with him. I hope he understands this one.
"Hmm. You're wrong, no man can live alone." He never really understood.
"I'm five years on my own and fine."
"all right? You don't even dare to go back to Hong Kong. You're not okay." He insisted I was wrong. I don't want to argue with him now.
"Sleep, you gotta get up in the morning. Don't argue with me anymore."
"You seem happy to avoid trouble, don't have the guts to deal with it, but you have a good massage. Next time I can ask for this again next time."
"Yes, I'll give you another massage. Now don't talk anymore." The massage was only up to his waist, he groaned a short length, but in just five minutes I managed to put him to bed finally. His breath looks calm.
I put the light on the room and left it. The sweet Oliver still tried to make me his bedmate, despite the difference he did it in a polite way.
Back to Hanoi, see the shooting star again. Day 4, he said be my sweetheart, although jokingly, saying I was cruel not to accept it. I told him my reason.
Perhaps only the magic of a shooting star could change it.
