The poor boss (3)

Wirata glanced at the tall man. Saw him looked at the ceiling like he was thinking something in his head.

"Do you often fight?"

She asked with curiosity. The soft hands rubbed the cream gently on the red marks.

"Don't know. I've never counted."

Stefan answered. It was normal for people in this type of business. In fact, his business didn't do anything illegal. The MC enterprise was doing business under US laws. Finance, banking and insurance company, everything was right. But for the Quick loan which he had operated on his spare time, it may be in a little gray area as its interest was a bit higher than usual.

But both parties, debtors and creditors, were satisfied with deals and agreements before signing the contract. Stefan never forced anybody to come to him. But people who were in need of quick cash in this area knew that Stefan Mackenzie was a fair businessman.

Everyone came to him willingly. If the debtors had good credit, never missed a payment, they would be allowed to continue borrowing money from him. But anyone who did not keep their words. He would have to carry on seizing the property that they had put as the guarantee for the debt. It was business.

But many cases, if he thought the debtors were decent people, Stefan would be flexible to give them time and adjusted the deal to suit them. It depended on each individual.

"Is it worthy to get hurt like this? What are you doing to yourself, Stefan? Have you never heard that people die because of bruising in?"

She asked a similar question to the early hour. She did not understand why the person who has money and everything like the man in front of her had to go fighting and got hurt while he could just enjoy his money and wealth instead.

Why not just be comfortable, traveling around the world, or did whatever he wanted to celebrate and live a happy life, no fighting and risking life unnecessarily. Obviously, he didn't realize how lucky he was to have a perfect life like this.

"You don't have to understand. It's my life and the way I live it."

Stefan didn't want to explain himself to her or anybody. This was his lifestyle. In this gray business, you couldn't be weak, otherwise, you would be a victim, and you couldn't be a coward. It an eye for an eye, face to face, man to man, kind of.

However, he had never killed anybody yet, he had used a gun and he shot to protect himself when he had faced the enemies but just chose to shoot to injure them not to take life. But Stefan wouldn't promise anyone that it wouldn't happen in the future. No one knew.

"Why did they want to harm you?"

She looked up and asked another question.

Stefan sighed. How the hell would he know why his rivals wanted to harm him.

Maybe it was a matter of jealousy or some cases were the matter of misunderstanding, or they just wanted to proclaim that it was not only Stefan Mackenzie who had Influential and overloaded power in this paradise. Therefore they just wanted to challenge his power.

"Many reasons, finished yet?"

He asked to cut it off. Stefan was wondering if she gonna interview him till tomorrow. He was not a schoolboy who had to answer all of her questions!

Wirata looked at the injured person who started acting irritated and annoyed with her questions. So she stopped asking him. She thought that maybe she would secretly ask Ben and James later about their boss.

It seemed that he did not like to tell people about himself and Wirata was certain there must be a lot of hidden stories about Stefan Mackenzie! Wirata finished applying the cream. She got off the bed to wash her hands in the bathroom and came back to him.

"Are you hungry?"

She asked. From his condition, luckily that his mouth was unwounded.

"Lie down here with me."

He did not answer but slapped the mattress beside him to signal her to lie down.

"No, I will go to make some food for you. You need to eat something, and then take the painkiller."

"I will eat you then take the painkiller."

The voice said with the straight face but his eyes were sparkling with mischievous thought. The big hand pulled her arm and she fell onto his chest.

"Ouch!" The man winced with pain. Wirata tried to get off him, but he didn't let her go.

"Stefan, please let me get up. I don't want to lie on top of you like this. You are injured."

She reminded him. His bruised face was not far from hers. His arms wrapped around her waist. Her body fully lay down on his. And there was only the towel covering his part down there.

"Because you are stubborn. I did tell you to lie down next to me. But you didn't listen so I had to do what I had to do."

He told her the reason that sounded like it was her false. Wirata sighed. She couldn't win easily with this man. However, he put her next to him and held her close to his side. He was quiet then. Wirata looked up at his face. She didn't know where to put her hands. So she decided to put them on his bare chest.

"As a child, you must have been very stubborn."

She murmured. Stefan bent over and put his nose onto her hair and sniffed the lovely scent. Her question made him think about his childhood.

What he remembered was, since a very young age he was surrounded by big bodyguards. His favorite sports were horse riding and shooting. His father had practice places for those sports in the Mackenzie residence. Friends of Stefan were those bodyguards.

He was practicing judo, taekwondo, and karate. fighting was always on his daily schedule. Michael Mackenzie wanted to strengthen his eldest son to be as strong and capable as possible. Prepared him for the family businesses in the future.

"Why do you think I am stubborn?"

Stefan asked the slender woman in his arm. As far as he could remember, he was an adult from the age of ten. He didn't have close friends of the same age because no one dared to approach the influential godfather's son. If not because they were afraid, it was because of hate or jealousy.

Until when he went to England to study at a university, he started to have some close friends then. Because at that time he grew up and was a good looking young man, the son of a very wealthy businessman as people knew him for, and then he began to use his freedom wildly. And he had grown to become Stefan Mackenzie, the man he was now.

"Because you never listen. You just like to please only yourself. Now, if you are not stubborn, you will let me go. It's lunchtime and you need to take some medicine. "

She said.

"I am not stubborn, but yes, I like to please myself. Who doesn't like to please themselves? Everybody does."

He argued with a smirk on his face. He held her tight and kissed her on the cheek. Wirata tried to hold back. He was poorly but that didn't stop him to misbehave, like a wayward child. The big hand started to caress her arms and then put on her breast.

"Don't. It's day time!!"

"Day time so what? It isn't against the law to have sex during day time. Hm, I am so hot just to touch you like this."

He murmured near her ears and it made Wirata feel her goosebumps all over her body.

"In your head is full of dirty thoughts, can't you just think of your health for once. Come on, Stefan. Let me go to make some nice king prawn soup for you. I know my mum secret ingredients. It will be nice and delicious. You will like it. Big king prawns, lots of it, in jasmine rice soup, very very yummy. I promise."

She tried to allure him with food. Stefan smiled. He liked to hear her soft voice when she thought she was talking to a child.

"No squid. " Said the harsh voice. His big hand gently rubbed her hair.

"Not today. I didn't have any. You ate it all."

She reminded him. Stefan pulled his face in disgust.

Wirata laughed when thinking back at that night when she made him eat all the squids.

Stefan lifted his eyebrow in a surprise to hear she laughed. Was it the first time he heard her really laugh? He was sure, it was. He liked the sound of it.

Wirata stopped laughing when she saw him staring at her like she was from outer space.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." He answered.

Wirata was thinking about cooking. It's a pity she didn't have the chance to go shopping today. She wanted to buy some basils. She felt like to have fried chicken with sweet basils. The other day, Wirata was talking to Ben and James, they said they had never tried this menu before. So she thought she would cook it for them.

"Not spicy, okay? My mouth is sore."

Stefan wanted to make sure she wouldn't try to kill him with her food again.

"Sure. I will make it mild for you."

Wirata said. But he still didn't let her go. The big body turned and flicked her to be under his body.

"But before you go. I want to kiss you."

"But you just said your mouth sore." She argued.

"Sore for spicy food. But I still can kiss and eat you. Hm, I sure can eat every inch of you. Talking about it makes me feel hot. My dick hurts so much. It needs attention, don't you feel it?"

He said and rubbed his hard shaft on her thigh. Wirata wiggled under his heavy body. For sure, she could feel his hard private weapon and now his towel wasn't covering it at all! He pressed it against her thigh even more. His hand was caressing her breasts. Wirata's heart was leaping fast.

"Stefan, don't! What are you doing? You're in pain, remember?"

She reminded him with a serious voice.

"Kiss me first and I will let you go."

He ordered and then remembered that she didn't like to be ordered.

"Could you please be kind to me as I am poorly. Please give me a kiss. Please."

He changed the statement, whispered with a gentle voice.

Wirata looked at the man. He was so full of tricks. She didn't want to waste any more time. He needed to take medicine. So she lifted her face up and kissed him on his lips very quick.

"Done!"

She said and pushed his heavy body. He shook his head.

"You really have a bad memory. Didn't I teach you already how to do a proper kiss.? But since you don't remember I will be kind to teach you again."

He whispered and bent down to put his mouth on hers.

His warm lips were gentle and his tongue parted her lips to make its way into her sweetness. Wirata felt the heat from his naked body. Her heartbeats sped up and when his tongue was stroking hers. her body went boneless. She pushed his chest when he didn't stop.

"Enough." The soft voice said. Stefan sighed, didn't want to stop but he didn't want her to say that he was stubborn and only liked to please himself, so he listened and lifted his face up.

"See? I am not stubborn at all. " He confirmed his behavior to please himself as usual. Wirata had no words to say to him at the moment.

"I'll help you. Let's go." He said and hurried to sit up. But when he saw her suspicious eyes. Stefan remembered immediately that he was pretending to be poorly at the moment.

He felt pain but it was not as much as he acted to fool her. So he put his hand on his stomach and made a painful expression all over his face.

"Ouch, that hurts. Oui...Oh, so dawn painful." He moaned.

"I told you not to move too fast. I don't know if your ribs are alright or not. I will call your doctor to check you up." Wirata said with concern in her eyes.

"Oh, no. I know that my ribs are not broken, just bruises. Now you go to cook for me. I will wait here. I am poorly today, so you have to be gentle and be nice to me."

The voice ordered. The boss was still being the boss at the end of the day. Wirata nodded and hurried to get off the bed before he changed his mind.

Stefan lied on his back looking at the slim body. She blushed when glanced at his lower naked body that he didn't care to cover. and her beautiful lips looked a bit swollen because of his kiss.

"Don't be too long. I am poorly."

He said to the slender figure who walked to the door. She did not reply but rushed to pull the door open and disappeared very quickly.