60 iii. His Jealousy

"Go ahead darling, your best friend is waiting," Dominus had a confident smile plastered on his face as he urged Mary to go out of their room.

"I don't want to," she shook her head, her legs rubbing against each other.

"Why is that? He is your best friend, baby. Don't you want to meet with him?" he frowned, but his eyes had an evil glint to them.

"You insisted on letting the maids let him inside the house. You said the two of you should talk, after all. Now you won't even come out," Dominus sounded so gentle, his strong arms wrapping themselves on her shoulders.

"I- I can't! You know that!" she stuttered, her face was all red.

"Of course you can, baby. Now go and meet with your guest, he has been waiting for quite a while. As for me, I'll be patiently waiting for you to finish your talk with him," Dominus smiled innocently at her.

"You really are cruel," she protested but nonetheless went to open the door.