The Rhyme of the Depositary
DUA
"We will be bound only at night. Each of us has the right to have our own busyness without having to be interfered with by each other." Alice filed the first condition with Anson's approval.
"Can." Anson understood the terms.
"And we'll hide this relationship from the public."
"alright. You managed to offer a shallow relationship at sky-high prices, sweetheart." Anson stared at Alice's graceful face meaningfully.
"So are we going to live together? I don't really like having hassles just to visit your place." Anson flicked his finger slowly. It was as if the time was money, so he was reluctant to waste his time on the way for Alice.
"You can send us your address of residence. I'll go there every time you need me and come back without you driving out, how?" Alice rubbed her two palms together as she thought of this possibility.
"All right." Anson gave Alice her home address. He smiled coldly.
"Come in from tomorrow afternoon. I'll prepare your payment." Anson kissed Alice's face suddenly and left her alone in the gazebo.
That guy is so weird. He can be cold but seductive at the same time.
Alice slowly closed her eyes. He began to doubt whether the move he took was the right one. In theory he has done as planned, but in fact he seems to have deliberately killed himself through his own actions.
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Bill papers were scattered on Alice's desk. Several sheets of financial statements over the past year have piled up unorganizedly in the corner of the shelf. Three black coffee mugs were empty in front of him.
Alice massages the head. Looks like he needs an aspirin this afternoon. Three hours of better understanding the company's financial condition made his emotions worse. Alex, for two years managed to create a record as a true trouble maker. All traces of his footprint show depravity.
The maturity warning letters from various financial institutions are like endless terror. Alice was tempted to uninstall a landline just to avoid calling bills. But considering he also still needed the cursed object to take care of his remaining business, he was forced to cancel his intentions.
It was late in the evening as he stood up to flutter his body. All his joints were showing protest. But fuck everything. His life is upside down and he needs a real solution from bankruptcy. His health is in the final priority now. And money is at the top.
After squeezing her face and dressing as attractive as possible, Alice drove a mini cooper out of her garage. This car is one of the memorable things that he is still able to maintain.
Alice set the GPS to the address Anson gave her last night. If the road conditions are smooth, maybe he will arrive within an hour and a half from now.
"Great Alice. You managed to metamorphose from princess to mistress. You should have won an Oscar this year for your role." Alice monologue.
Alice bitterly looked at her makeup through the tiny mirror. The shadow in front of her revealed the look on the face of an experienced woman with maroon red lipstick. The dress has quite a bold cut. Her red hair was left unstained, like a naughty woman.
A song written on the wall by Sam Smith. When the song comes to the lyrics
When you're not here I'm suffocating, Alice shouted furiously.
"When you're not here I'm suffocating, Alex. I was suffocating almost to death to settle all your debts. Damn you Alex! Go to hell!" Alice hit the wheel with all her energy. Remember Alex is always able to make him angry.
About an hour and a half later, Alice entered an elite residential area. He kept looking for house number 53 all the way.
Alice laughed bitterly at the tall fenced house in front of her. Even with Alice's high standards, Anson's home is far above her shadow. Standing here only makes the woman feel dwarfed.
A butler stood up to greet him. The man lets Alice in and lets the other waiter park Alice's car.
"Please get through here, Ms. White. You are welcome to wait inside," said the butler, walking straight through the spacious garden guiding Alice into the building of the house.
The splendor seemed to welcome Alice as she walked into the main hall of this house. Famous paintings line up along the beige painted walls. Antique jars are beautifully displayed in strategic places. Two sets of leather upholstered chairs are located exactly in the middle of the room. Wood-carved art objects decorate in every corner of the room. A large patterned ancient wall clock was attached to one side of the wall.
Goody. The house managed to intimidate him. The more Alice surveyed her surroundings, the more Alice felt her value plummeted. Her brain yelled repeatedly that she was a cheap woman who dreamed too much.
"Please wait here Ms. Whites. Let the waiter get you drinks and snacks." The butler who introduced himself as William invited Alice to sit in the living room.
"Where's anson?" ask Alice.
"Lord will meet you here" he replied formally and left Alice alone. Shortly after, a woman in a fifty-year-old butler's shirt brought him a glass of a drink and some snacks.
Alice sat on a wooden armchair beside the fireplace. Although the house is modern, but the fireplace is still designed naturally with some wood stoves left to light. It is autumn, the weather is getting cold.
Minutes passed changing hours. The rolling time feels long. Alice almost fell asleep as the rhythmic sound of knocking on her shoes approached her from behind.
"Have you waited a long time?" ask a voice that feels familiar. Her tone is deep and seductive.
"I'm sorry," he said casually without guilt.
A faithful blindfold he wears. With his work coat and trousers, Anson's appearance grew more dominant. Alice turned her face. He began to imagine many things. And that's not good.
"Disclosure if I take a shower?" ask Anson flat.
"All right." Alice nodded. He's not ready to do it now either. He will accept the slightest reason to suspend their deal as long as possible.
"Where should I wait?" Alice asked innocently.
Anson stared intently at the woman and pulled her lips slightly.
"Wherever you want, Alice. You can wait for me here. Or waiting for me in my room."
Alice retreated suddenly and turned around. That's a slightly disrespectful answer of course. But what else would he expect if he had willingly offered himself as a mistress?
"I'm waiting here" he said.
Anson left Alice. The sound of footsteps rang out, leaving Alice in silence. The silence made him hear his pulse pounding wildly.
Oh myGod. Help me with my own stupidity.
Fifteen minutes later, Anson came to Alice. She has changed into wearing a casual brown and jeans t-shirt. The two hands each carried a bottle of golden-yellow brandy and two empty glasses.
"Let's have a drink. Looks like you're too uptight."
Alice received an empty glass and poured the drink.
Alice never used to enjoy alcoholic beverages other than beer. But for a situation like this that was exactly what he expected. The only way to break the veins of shame is to get himself drunk.
"So, how's the pay?" ask Alice while sipping brandy. His throat was burning. He grimaces slowly. He quickly gulped back his brenda up to the toilet.
"It." Anson handed over a cheque with the promised nominal.
"Pour me some more brandy!" pinta Alice after saving the check.
"No. It seems you're not used to drinking it. That's not how it works. You're just getting yourself drunk."
Alice slid her glass haphazardly on the table. He's getting fucked up not knowing what to do. It should have been before he came here he read the steps of the seductress woman's guide. Now he had to act on instinct without the slightest hint.
Alice just sat frozen. The tension can almost be seen in plain sight. He doesn't even know what to start.
"Are you okay?" Anson's a little worried.
"Yes" answered Alice.
"You sure?"
Alice inched erratically.
"Yes." Yeah."
Both of Alice's palms were sweating. His feet were no better. Cold sweat started to attack him mercilessly. Alice rubbed her face trying to control her body's response.
"What's the matter exactly?" anson's patience begins to be tested by Alice's behavior.
"No. just ... just ... when will you start? I don't know what to do anymore" said Alice in despair. His eyes looked red withstanding the cries.
"Sssstt .. Are you impatient?" Anson touched Alice's arm which was as soft as the baby's skin.
"It's not. But I'm really tense." Alice chose honestly. He looked at Anson asking for understanding.
"Oh Alice." Anton touched the side of the woman's face. He begins to take his rights away from Alice and perfects their deal. The night wind is a witness for the two people who are in love.
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