Your hijab warms me

Chapter 24 Is It Possible That He Is Sadistic?

"I think you're more handsome Oppa"

I said it out loud again. I immediately looked away from my face, and I peeked at Ricardo who also looked away, his ears looking very red. I like being able to be both with her at the same time afraid, afraid of not being able to hold back, because shetan is more clever in tempting humans.

Heart's pounding. I want to run. It's really a fancy lifestyle, and I feel it's not appropriate for me. What am I doing here? You know very well what you are doing here .. My subconscious scoffs at me.

"Please" She poured Yuja Tea and gave it to me. I sipped it, and the tea was delicious, fresh, and fragrant.

"You're very quiet, and you don't even blush. I think this is the paleest I've ever seen of you, Gisele" he whispered.

"Are you hungry?"

I shook my head. Not for food, but I was a little scared.

"This is a very big place you have here."

"Big?"

"Yes....Big."

"It's big," he agreed, and his eyes twinkled amusedly. I sipped Yuja Tea again.

"Are you playing?" I pointed my chin at the piano.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Are you good at playing it?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"of course. Is there anything you can't do well?"

"Yes, a few things." He gulped down his Yuja Tea. He didn't take his eyes off me. I felt them following me as I turned around and looked around this vast room. The room is the wrong word.

"Do you want to sit down?"

I nodded, and he showed me to the big white sofa. As I sat down, I was struck by the fact that I felt like Upik Abu and visited a luxurious palace. The thought made me smile and scared me.

"What's so funny?" He sat down next to me, turned to face me. He rested his head on his right hand, his elbows propped up on the back of the sofa.

"Why did you give me an Afghan album specifically?" I asked. Ricardo looked at me for a moment. I think he was surprised by my question.

"Well, you said you liked Afgan and Rossa's duet last time"

"Is that the only reason?" I could hear disappointment in my voice. His mouth pressed into a hard line.

"It seems appropriate" he whispered, and his blue eyes flashed dark and dangerous.

"Oh thanks" I whispered, looking at him. My subconscious looked at me in admiration. He gasps.

"Gisele, please stop biting your lips. It's very disturbing. You don't know what you're saying."

"That's why I'm here."

He frowned.

"Yes. Excuse me for a second?" He disappeared through a wide door on the far side of the room. He left for a few minutes and came back with a document.

"This is a confidentiality agreement." He shrugged and had the elegance to look a little embarrassed.

"My lawyer insisted." He handed it to me. I'm really confused.

"If you choose the second option, a decrease in value, you should sign this."

"And if I don't want to sign anything?"

"Then it's up to you"

"What does this deal mean?"

"That means you must not reveal anything about us. Whatever, to anyone."

I looked at him in disbelief. It's bad, it's bad, and now I'm really curious.

"OKAY. I'll sign."

"Are you not even going to read it?"

"NO."

He frowned.

"Gisele, you should always read whatever you sign," she rebuked me.

"Ricardo, what you fail to understand is that I won't talk about us to anyone. Even Rahma. So it doesn't matter whether I sign the agreement or not. If it means a lot to you, or your lawyer, who you're obviously talking to, fine. I'll sign it."

He looked at me, and he nodded seriously.

"Good coin, Miss Anastasya."

I vigorously signed the dotted line of both copies and returned one to him. Folding the others, I placed them in my wallet and gulped down Yuja Tea again. I sound a lot braver than I actually feel.

"But I have a condition, I don't want to date, and I want you to marry me by embracing my religion?" Why am I suing like this? His mouth opened slightly, but he recovered quickly.

"No, Gisele didn't. First, I don't know what to do, I like you but if I convert I have to think about it. Second, there's still a lot of paperwork to do, and third, you don't know what you're doing." Gisele you quickly run to the hills, and hide from all this.

"Come, I want to show you my playroom."

Mouth gaping. But why do we see the playroom? I'm rattled.

"You want to play PlayStation with me?" I asked. He laughed, very hard.

"No, Gisele, no Playstation. Come on." He stood up, and he took me back to the corridor. To the right of the double door, where we entered, another door leads to the stairs. We go up to the second floor and turn right. Taking the key out of his pocket, he opened another door and took a deep breath.

"You can go anytime. The helicopter is ready to take you whenever you want to go, you can stay overnight and go home in the morning. It doesn't matter what you decide."

"Just open the door, Ricardo"

He opened the door and backed off to let me in. I looked at him again. I want to know what's here. Taking a deep breath, I walked in.

And it feels like I'm time-traveling.

The first thing I noticed was the smell; the bark, the wood, the polish with a faint orange scent. Very pleasant, and the lighting is soft, smooth.

In fact, I couldn't see the source, but it was in the room, emitting ambient light. Its walls and ceiling were deep dark in color, giving a womb-like effect to a spacious room, and its floor was of lacquered old wood.

There was a large X-shaped wooden cross tied to the wall facing the door. It was made of high polished mahogany wood, and there were anchoring cuffs at every corner. Above it was a vast iron grille hung on the ceiling, at least eight square feet, and above it hung all sorts of shimmering ropes, chains, and shackles.

Near the door, two poles were long, polished, beautifully carved, like spindles from a staircase handle but longer, hanging like curtain rods on a wall. From them swung an assortment of paddles, whips, riding plants, and funny-looking fur equipment. Suddenly, my hair was goosebumps.....

Next to the door stood a large mahogany drawer, each slender drawer as if designed to hold specimens in an old, crusted museum. I wondered for a moment what those drawers actually did.

In the corner was a padded bench of ox skin, and mounted to the wall beside it was a polished wooden shelf and it looked like a pool or billiard stick spot, but when viewed more closely, it was a wooden shelf, there are sticks of different lengths and widths.

There is a six-foot-long sturdy table in the opposite corner.Polished wood with intricately carved legs.

But what dominates the room is the bed. It is larger than the size of a king, a poster of four rococo carved in decoration with a flat top. It looks like the end of the nineteenth century.

Under the canopy, I could see more shimmering chains and cuffs. There are no beds.just a red leather upholstered mattress and a red satin pillow stacked at one end.

At the foot of the bed, a few feet apart, there was a large sofa, stuck in the middle of the room facing the bed. Strange arrangement.to have a sofa facing the bed, and I smiled at myself, it was actually the most common piece of furniture in the room.

I looked up and looked at the ceiling. There are carabiners all over the ceiling at odd intervals. I was wondering what they were for. Surprisingly, all the wood, dark walls, moody lighting, and cowhide make this room feel soft and romantic...

I know it's anything but, it's a soft and romantic version Ricardo created.

I turned around, and he watched me intently as I knew, his expression completely illegible. I walked further into the room, and she followed me.

That hairy thing makes me curious. I touched it with doubt. It's a suede, like a nine-tailed little cat but it's busier, and there's very small plastic beads at the ends.

"It's called a flogger," Ricardo's voice was calm and gentle.

A swindler... Hem. I think I'm surprised. My subconscious has migrated or become mute or fallen unconscious and out of date. I'm numb.

I can observe and absorb but not articulate my feelings about all of this, because I was in shock.

What is the right response to knowing a potential lover or husband is a truly sadistic or masochistic person? I recognize him now. But strangely it's not about him.... I don't think he's gonna hurt me, well, not without my consent.