Don't scold me

"Yes, since you are mine now... you'll be also mine in bed," Luke imagined her reaction because she slowed down the movement of her hands against his back.

The girl he said that to became utterly speechless. What should she say to his words?

"You aren't massaging my back," he announced.

"Ah..." She recovered after hearing his voice and applied pressure to his back before drawing her touch down to his waist.

"What do you say?" He asked after a short moment of silence.

"What?" Isabella acted dumb but she really was confused.

"Will you stop making me repeat my words?" Getting him upset was the last thing she wanted.

"I don't know," she muttered. "I don't... because I won't be working for you... forever and I...I... I'll get married someday so...I... I'm sorry, sir but I'm not...yours," she uttered silently.

Luke groaned and rolled over to rest on his back. This caused Isabella to want to move away from him but he took her hands and place them on his chest.

"Now, you aren't mine?" He used his hands to direct her hands from his chest down to his abdomen.

Isabella ignored his eyes as always knowing he was peering at her.

"Do I still need to massage your chest?" Isabella asked with her eyes on his belly.

She wasn't resting her butt on his lower part.

"Go ahead," he let it go for now and watched her use her hands to excite his body. Holding back wasn't his agenda but the girl right now didn't seem to be agreeing with his words.

And if he wanted to have her, he didn't need her permission, he'd just turn her on and make her beg for his treatment like she did the other night.

"The feelings you felt that night," he uttered after a long silence between them. He had been watching her and for the first time, he didn't think of playing a game.

Isabella lifted her eyes and settled them on his face for a while before looking away.

"Why can't you look at me? Look me in the eye, Isabella," he commanded.

"You...you will consider it disrespectful," she stated her reason.

"Really? To the man, you spent a night with?"

"Sir," she pouted.

"Call me Luke," he took her hands to stop the movement of her hands against his body. "It's okay if you call me Luke," he accepted the fact that she was his caregiver.

"If that's what you want," she took her leg and draw it over his so he wouldn't be in between her again.

"And whatever Miranda says you should do to me, for me...you are free to," he uttered again. "And don't consider yourself a maid, you are my caregiver, okay?"

Isabella nodded her head. "You weren't nice in the morning," she stated and when he looked at her for a long time without responding, she now regretted asking.

"Because I didn't think about the advantages of having you then," he confessed.

"But I'm not a sex toy," she looked away. Her small hands were still in his and he smiled.

"Did I call you a sex toy? If you were, you wouldn't be a virgin." He made her speechless.

"Now answer me, do you want to experience the feelings your felt that night again?"

"It was painful," she answered.

"Isabella?" Luke pushed himself to sit while Isabella knelt on the bed with her hands in his.

"I... don't know," she answered.

Luke watched her for a while and then let her hands go. "You must have cooked something nice tonight."

Nice? She didn't know if it was his taste so she only nodded gesturing that she wasn't sure.

"May I leave?" She asked when the silence grew.

"Yeah," he answered and stood up the moment she did.

Mia who was in her room was immersed in the chat with her juniors and suddenly needed to check her gallery for a picture when she stumbled on the picture Gabe took on her phone.

"Mia, I love you," he said in a video he took and winked at her.

Mia couldn't swipe to the next picture, she watched it over and over again forgetting she was actually tutoring someone. "He's fine," she muttered to herself and bit her lower lip as his words and previous action on her filled her stomach with butterflies.

The feelings surging up inside her made her go numb all over and she just smiled and blushed hard.

She then wished everything he does and says were true but she knew he was just playing her.

Isabella set the table for her boss and waited for him to come to the dining table to have dinner before going to bed.

But that wasn't his plan, he planned to eat and play some games until midnight before sleeping.

Isabella got tired of standing so she sat down staring at the direction he'd probably come from and eventually, he arrived, dressed in a sleeveless shirt and shorts.

He had his hand in his pocket while his other hand was scattering his hair.

Isabella stood up only to meet his grey eyes that always peer at her with intentions and it makes her shiver. "I cooked rice," she mentioned.

"Rice?" Luke repeated questioningly.

"Yes, I cooked rice," she gestured for him to sit and began to open the served food before him and damn she didn't know how to cook to his taste.

She cooked the same way she does as a poor girl. "What's the name of the food?" He suddenly asked.

"I... it's just rice and soup and..."

He cut her off, "I'll have a taste of this," he decided not to judge by the look. After planting it in his mouth, he realized he had no appetite for such food even when it tasted well.

"It tastes good but I'm not a poor man, Isabella. You cook rich food for me," he stated.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I don't know how to cook rich food," with her head shrinking into her neck she murmured but a little loud so he could hear her.

Isabella had expected him to yell at her. "What do you know how to do? Did you tell Miranda that you could cook?" He asked.

"I...I did."

"And here's what you cooked?"

"Please don't scold me, I'm sorry for not being able to cook to your satisfaction. I'm really sorry," she pressed her head down as always.

That was when Luke realize how much she was used to leaving a poor life to cause her to be this obedient and fragile before him. Or perhaps it was just him.

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