The Prisoner of Love Mr. Arogan

Chapter 19

The clock shows at 7:12 p.m. Olivia was daydreaming in front of the window while looking out at the vast ocean.

"Miss, have you taken a shower? " Que asked politely as he saw Olivia sitting by the window.

"Dad, I've had a shower. Wh why? "

"Now Miss change clothes, then I'll dress you. " His voice again made Olivia frown.

"Did that man tell you? " Oliv asked flatly.

"Yes Miss, let me pick her clothes. "

Without saying anything more, Olivia went straight into the Walk-in Closet and was followed by Que.

He rounded his eyes when he saw the clothes he had to wear.

"I don't want to! Why did you pick this shirt? Is there nothing else? " Protestations.

"Sorry Miss, but these are the clothes you have chosen for you. "

"No! I don't want to wear it! "

"Miss should wear it, otherwise Master himself will put it on you. " Tampering Que.

Olivia glared at the threat from the maid.

Damn, he seemed to know that I would reject him until I immediately prepared a threat for me. " The woman muttered annoyed.

"All right! Give that. " The woman forcibly snatched the clothes that Que showed her.

He was wearing it and it didn't take him long to get out of the place where he changed clothes.

Olivia uses a bright red Lingerie that is really thin and looks good on the Sleepwear model.

"Are you not wrong?? I don't look like I'm wearing this shirt? I'd better get naked! " Oliv tried to cover the part of her chest that was completely exposed while using that Lingerie.

"That's more recommended Miss, if you want to go straight naked please. Sir would have liked it! " Que spoke while smiling sweetly.

"I'm not a crazy woman sorry. "

"Alright Miss, let me dress up. " Que leads Olivia outside and leads to the dresser.

Olivia sat down at the table and Que dressed her up carefully.

"Que, why are you dressing me up like you're dressing up an undead? " Olivia stared strangely at her own face in the reflection of the mirror.

"This is the wish of the Master, Miss. " Answer Que.

"I don't like it like this, just be natural if the makeup is thin. "

"Sorry Miss, this is your order. "

"But I don't like it, don't dress me. " Push it hard.

"I'm being paid by you to do this, so I'll do what you tell me. " Hisband.

"Did I tell him to do this? "

Que was silent at Olivia's words.

"I asked, did I tell him to do this? " ask again.

The girl remained silent and did not know what to answer.

"I didn't tell him to do this. I don't want to do this. I look like a whore, but I'm not paid for by her. I look like a prisoner but he gave me what I wanted. It's just that my mind and mentality are tormented by it. "

"What's your name? " Olivia asked again.

"Qu-Que." The girl answered.

"You're very devoted to that man. Did he pay you so much just to do this? "

Que nodded slowly. Olivia smiled wryly at that.

"Continue, I don't care anymore. "

Que resumed his work. She came out of the room after she finished dressing Olivia.

While the woman just stared flat at her body in the mirror.

"Why do I feel like a prostitute? He did not pay me to serve him. Even he forced me just to make his lusts satisfied! "

"I hate! I hate that guy so much! I'm sure he never wears a safety guard when he touches me. I don't want to get pregnant with her child! "

The sound of the door opening distracted Oliv. He didn't want to turn his body around because he knew who was coming in. But what he was worried about was the clothes he was wearing. He was embarrassed to have to face the man in very revealing clothes.

He was so shocked when he felt a big hand grab his waist and quickly drop him on the bed.

"Ahk! " Oliv squealed in shock as her body suddenly slammed onto the mattress.

Especially when he saw the man had crawled forward towards him.

"You look so pretty and charming wearing clothes like this. " The whisper is right in the woman's ear.

"Are you really never satisfied? You touched me this morning for almost 3 hours and didn't even let me rest for a while. And now you want to touch me again, huh?! "

The man raised one of his eyebrows. Without speaking again he immediately removed the bottom clothes that the woman was wearing and tore the top clothes firmly.

"Currently, tearing women's clothes seems to have become your specialty. " The woman smiled sinisterly looking at the face of the man who had already managed to strip her.

But the man remained silent. He slumped back down and soon.

"Ahh what are you doing! "