The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 21

"Don't touch," Alya snapped.

What he lost said

No one dared to speak to him in such a high tone in his life. How could he be a grown man, unable to conquer a young girl like Alya?

He reached out his long hand, grabbed Alya's ankle and dragged her out from under the bed.

"Ah," erang Alya who shouted with her eyes closed.

Dama reached out to cover Alya's mouth so she wouldn't talk.

"Shut up! Otherwise, I will open you in another way, "the threat of Dama.

Alya's loud scream, will make Hana, who knows nothing thinking that she has done something to Alya.

Now Alya's mouth was closed by Dama's palm, and she could not make any more sounds, and she stopped shouting.

Dama recalled that he had never tried this position with her before. Undoubtedly, Alya is a conservative and shy girl. Every time they do that. It seemed, he could try a position with her now. 

Dama pinched her chin with her hands firmly and moved the position of her face to face Alya. Then, he bent down and kissed Alya's lips, biting slightly for Alya to open her lips.

Alya was in pain, and her eyes were filled with tears. "Dad, sick."

Dama flinched, "I'm not your father. Stop calling me that!"

Alya grimaced in pain. He snorted, lowered his head, and bit his hand.

Dama let out a groan, his dark eyes gleaming with anger.

Is he a dog? He bit her so hard! Think Dama.

"Let me go!" pinta Alya pulled out her body and warned her resolutely. "Did you hear me?" alya said the song.

Alya reached out to take it. "Mine!"

"You're mine, so your stuff belongs to me too." Dama grinning.

Dama raised her eyebrows mischievously and raised the box above her head with a sly look Alya tried to get up and reached out to grab it.

"Give it back to me" Alya pinta.

An evil tremor flashed in Dama's eyes he kept raising his hands high. 

 "Do you want it? Take it yourself," said Dama. He was very sure that Alya would have difficulty taking it, what else is the height of Alya shorter than his shoulder.

He was tall, and he was only as tall as his chest. Their height difference is obvious. It made Alya snort an annoyance.

Alya could not jump high enough and could not even touch the corner of the box after several tries. He began to feel dizzy and began to see duplicate images of the man in front of him. Finally, he lost his balance and fell on the bed, closed his eyes and lay still.

Dama raised the corner of his mouth into an evil smile and leaned his tall, straight body to the side. He opened the box, and there was a trace of fear on his hard face.

"What's this?" both eyes of Dama were wide. 

"Money."

There are stacks of one dollar, five dollars, and even ten dollars.

"Is this his secret stash?"

Dama thought it was something interesting, but after he saw it, he was disappointed to have teased him until he fell asleep.

It immediately closes back and wants to return to its original state. But just as he was about to close the box, he accidentally saw a diary beside him.

Curious, he hurried to open the diary and raised an eyebrow when he saw his elegant and fine handwriting on it. But when reading the contents of the diary, his handsome face turned grim.