Sephia's Deceptions

Ownership Mark

"Who are you? Don't be so presumptuous!" ask the figure who followed Lidya and Andre.

"I'm the man closest to you, who you're currently taking pictures of!" the man replied with a laugh and coded two bodyguards behind him to snatch the stalker's phone.

"Don't! Give me my phone!"

"Take this, instead of the butut phone you made for money in a nasty way." The man who came with his bodyguard stretched out his hand holding a black flat object, giving it to the stalker.

"I just want my phone."

"I won't give it to you before you speak honestly, who paid you for this" the man said as he walked away from the man. "Take him and throw him down the street, near the garbage dump" he said.

The figure who always followed Andre and Lidya was shouting. He struggled to escape the clutches of the two guards. "Take me off! I'll tell you, "he shouted before the man who grabbed his cell phone got into the car.

Two bodyguards dragged the stalker and stopped before the middle-aged man. "Quick say!"

"Miss Lily" replied the stalker. "He'd pay me a fortune if he could give me a photo of evidence of the affair Mr. Alex's wife, his lover."

The corner of the middle-aged man's lips lifted. Fishing succeeded. "Do you know who Lily really is?"

The stalker shook his head. "Just know that he's a model and the lover of Mr. Alex, the son of the great Pradana businessman."

The middle-aged man nodded in understanding. "I'll pay you triple, if you want to investigate Lily," he said.

Both of the stalker's eyes widened. "I would, sir," he replied without a second thought.

"Related?"

The stalker nodded firmly many times. If there was so much more, why would he have to think too long to answer?

"Okay, now you send him this picture and wait for his reaction" the man said. "You get in the car!"

The stalker came in and sat down next to the middle-aged man and sent Lily the photo.

"This way you'll get twice the money, from Lily and from me."

The stalker smiled widely. The shadow of the amount of money he would receive now filled his mind. There were many things he would be able to buy with that money.

"How, has there been a reply from Lily?"

"Not yet, sir. He's usually busy at this hour."

"OK, just wait. Later after he replies, send it to this number." The middle-aged man gave a paper bearing his mobile number. He then asked the stalker out before he finally left with all his men.

"Have you copied the footage and the pictures?" asked the middle-aged man to one of his guards.

"Here you go, sir."

"Good, keep it good."

***

Alex came out of the bathroom with a frenzy. He then stood in front of Lidya's dressing glass and then cursed loudly when he saw many signs of ownership left on his neck, face and chest.

"Based on a wild woman!" his grunts while repeatedly rubbing the sign of ownership is strong until his skin is flushed and blisters because of it.

Alex shouted furiously. All of those marks could not be lost from his body. Quickly he snatched his cell phone and contacted Kim, his confidant.

"Kim, come to my house quickly!" he shouted annoyed and then threw his phone just like that on the bed.

"Do I have to have an exfoliation operation to let all these signs disappear from my body?" snarl. "I think I should schedule it!"

Alex threw his body hard into the bed. He imagined all the things he had done with Inge, in the hotel room. Instantly his face was red. He vividly remembers, when he attacked Inge by imagining Lidya's body and always mentioned his wife's name. He was surprised to not mention Lily by name.

Imagining about Lidya's body made her blood boil and something in her rose up instantly. He could not resist until he finally had to run back into the bathroom and complete his desire there, of course while imagining Lidya.

Meanwhile outside, Kim comes rushing in and knocks on the main door of Alex and Lidya's mansion. For a long time there was no affirmation from inside he pressed the doorbell and finally a maid who opened the door.

"Please come in, Mr. Alex is still not out of the room" he said.

Kim nodded in her leg style, then stood straight in front of Alex's bedroom door, with a look of wonder from the maid. Kim glanced at him sharply then rebuked him to immediately go away. He was well aware of what the maids had in mind.

"Come in!" tell Alex as he opens the door for Kim.

"Give me some information!"

Kim looked at Alex questioningly. "What information, sir?"

"About exfoliation surgery!"

Kim gawked at hearing it. "What skin?"

"My skin, Kim, hurry up! I can't take it anymore" Alex snapped.

Kim is gawking. "How do you mean?"

Alex grabbed her hair hard. He was so frustrated because Kim did not understand his intentions. With one quick move, he took off the shirt he was wearing and showed his neck and chest in front of Kim.

"Look at this, I'm confused on how to get rid of it!" furious Alex.

Kim froze in place. He had never seen that sign before. He was stunned as he looked at all the marks on Alex's body one by one. "Who drew it, sir?" tanyanya.

Alex rolled his eyes lazily. Again, it seems like he had the wrong place to ask. "It's a sign, um, ah, you won't understand, Kim! Aarrr! Shit!" oceh Alex is desperate.

"Is this some kind of permanent tattoo?"

"Yes, that's it!"

Kim is seen thinking for a moment and then opens his phone, looking for one information that he has read on the internet. Alex waited impatiently for him.

"How long does it take to find this information?" tanyanya rouse.

"Pretty long, sir. It could be years" Kim replied without looking at Alex.

"What's? No!" yelled Alex gusar. "Why can it be that long?"

"Because it's a permanent tattoo, sir."

"There must be a special way to get rid of it."

Kim looked at Alex doubtfully. "The only way is by surgery" he said.

"Skin exfoliation surgery? Okay, I'm ready! We're leaving now!" break up Alex instantly. He grabbed his wallet and jacket and stepped out of the room, leaving Kim alone there.

"One tattoo costs about ten million, sir. The tattoos you have are so many, I haven't counted them yet" cried Kim who immediately made Alex stop his steps.

"Quickly count!"

Kim counted one by one the possession marks attached to Alex's neck, chest and upper back and recorded them. The actions of the two men could not be separated from the eyes of the maids who were now cleaning the dining table, preparing for dinner.

"How many?" ask Alex.

"Twenty-three tattoos," replied Kim. "Ah, it turns out that something is stuck to your face, Mister."

"What's? Nah! I don't want facial surgery, and then everyone won't recognize me because my handsome face is gone!" alex shouted in despair.

Suddenly Kim rolled his eyes lazily.