
"Tu.. Mister." Gloria stuttered.
"Get me a change of clothes." Shaka said.
"All right." Gloria immediately turned her back, opened her eyes and walked back to the dressing room. Picking up her t-shirt and pants, then coming out with her eyes closed again. He stepped his feet slowly towards Shaka standing up, but suddenly, BRUKK.. Gloria's feet tripped over the couch.
"Aau" Pekikka. When she almost completely fell down, Gloria was holding onto something. But shit! what he made the handle was a towel that was coiled around Shaka's hip, of course the towel was immediately detached from its place. Gloria regained her senses, she raised her head. Instantly his eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw the unfathomable sight before him.
"You're trying to seduce me.?" Shaka said casually with a body without a thread, his hands clutched in front of his chest.
"No!!." Gloria turned her back and condemned the stupidity she had done.
"Reverse your body." Shaka rules. Gloria immediately turned her body around but her eyes were still closed. Shaka grabbed her clothes which Gloria grasped.
"Open your eyes!." Shaka's orders.
"But sir, I'm.."
"Hurry and open your eyes!." Shaka cut Gloria's words. "You're married to me, so you should get used to seeing this." Shaka put on his shirt, then put his towel back on.
Gloria opened her eyes slowly, after making sure Shaka was already wearing clothes, she opened her eyes perfectly.
"How do I wear pants without panties?, get them!." Shaka looked at Gloria's lowered face.
Gloria raised her head, her mouth wide open. A few moments later he realized, "What sir? Should I take it too?."
"Why not? Don't you want to serve your own husband?." Shaka's soft words sounded like a threat.
"I'll get it right away." Gloria immediately ran a small towards the clothing room.
Arriving inside he grumbled nonstop, whether what bad luck hit him again after this. In retrospect, why would she marry such an ice-cold man. "Well, I want to marry him because he has taken away my treasure." Gloria smiled bitterly.
"It's Mr." Gloria handed the man's panties with a blushing face holding in shame.
"Stay here! Don't turn around and don't close your eyes!." I don't know what Shaka thinks, the man tells Gloria to watch him wearing pants.
Gloria said she didn't know why her body was following her every word. Sometimes he winks his eyes. "This is absolutely crazy!! this guy is crazy!." Gloria murmured in the heart.
"Let's go down to dinner." Shaka said as he finished wearing his clothes.
"That's Master.. Do you have a hairdryer?." Gloria pointed at her still wet hair. "Well, you're a man, you don't have one. You won't need that." He answered his own question.
"That's it, in there." Shaka pointed to a dressing table full of beauty products.
"What! Sir you have a hairdryer." Gloria.
"I've also prepared some beauty products for you." Shaka said with an expressionless flat face.
"Master.. You turned out very well." Gloria was moved, she immediately moved towards the dresser. He took the hairdryer from inside the drawer, then put it on. After she dried her long brown hair, she checked the makeup kit in front of her one by one, too many products. The young master said a few products, but on this table there are very many beauty products.
"You're done?." Asked Shaka who was behind her, Gloria immediately stood up and twisted her body. "You waiting for me, sir.? "
"Yes, you won't know where the dining table is if I leave you." Either Shaka cares about Gloria or she just won't put off eating if she has to wait for Gloria to get lost to find the dining room.
"Come!." Shaka walked gallantly, despite wearing only a shirt and shorts, did not reduce the handsome rate of the cold man. Pass through some space, then down the stairs and pass through some more space. Meanwhile Gloria tailed him from behind like a tailed chick on her mother.
They arrived at a large room that contained a large table, had presented various kinds of dishes at the table. Shaka pulled up the chair and sat on it, "Why still stand, sit down.!"
"Good sir." Gloria immediately pulled up a chair that was located a bit away from Shaka. Then occupy.
"Too far, sit here." Shaka patted the chair next to him.
"Baa.. Alright." Soon Gloria changed seats.
"Get me some food." Shaka looked at Gloria and then led Gloria to the food in front of her with just a glance at her eyes.
"Where do you want to eat, sir?" Gloria was confused by the over-fed food.
"What you take, I'll eat it. I'm not a voter." Shaka replied expressionlessly.
"This is Sir, please." Gloria said with a smile after putting some menus on Shaka's plate.
"Hm". It just came out of the cold man's mouth.
"Can't he say thank you?, I'd better eat fast too. Look at all this good food, I won't hold back my embarrassment, I'll take a lot of food." Inner Gloria.
Yet another in the heart, another in action. Gloria just put a little food on her plate, very little. He was too scared and nervous with the Young Master who was beside him. To swallow food alone is very difficult.
Shaka watched Gloria with her eyes on her tail, the woman was as if she had no appetite for food. "Aunt Rick.. Make another menu like my wife doesn't like this." Shaka's words were addressed to a middle-aged woman in a corner of the room, her voice soft but the woman could hear her clearly.
"Good sir." A woman named Ricka who was the butler immediately approached Gloria. "What do you want to eat Miss cuisine?, English cuisine? The spanish? Chinese?." Ask Aunt Ricka.
"No, no. I really like this food, it's so good." Gloria refused, she flicked her hand quickly.
"If you like, why do you eat so little." Shaka looked at Gloria.
"That's.. Because my portion of food is this." Gloria said very slowly and hesitated a little.
"Aunt Rick, you can go." Shaka said to the head of his servant, his hand shaking 1 time.
"Good sir." Aunt Ricka retreated slowly, then twisted her body. Then walk away from the dining table back to the corner of the room.
Shaka and Gloria continued their dinner quietly and without any further discussion. Actually only Shaka was calm, because Gloria was actually very agitated.
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