The poor boss (1)

The car stopped at the front of the private parking lot under the Grand MC hotel. James hurried to get off the car and open the door for the boss and his lady. Seeing that the boss was walking unsteadily, so James hurried to help but the boss sent him the daggered glare that made James put the brake on his feet and understood immediately.

James turned to Wirata, she was carrying Summer in her arms.

"I can take Summer, Miss."

James said. Wirata saw that Stefan wasn't quite steady so she passed the puppy to James and stepped to help by putting her arm around his waist.

"Are you really that bad?" Wirata asked with concern in her voice.

"Yeah, like hell. My legs are sore, I'm in pain all over now." The injured boss answered, put his arm around her shoulder and leaned to her for support. Wirata helped him to walk to the elevator.

Ben parked the car then walked beside James. He whispered to his partner when the boss still turned his back to them.

"Man, I think the boss intends to sweep both the Oscar and the Golden Globe."

Ben made a comment when looking at the boss' leaning his tall body to Miss Wirata, held her shoulder tight and made a whining noise when he walked.

"I didn't know that our boss has got such talent. He could be a movie star, we should suggest him to try, he might be interested. "James whispered back.

"Yeah. You can try, but make sure to stand far away from his feet when you do so."

Two people tilted their heads closely, and only their mouth carrying on talking in a whispering gesture.

"Please walk carefully."

The soft voice warned when the injured person made a stride because he forgot that he was pretending to be hurt. She wrapped her arm around his waist and walk into the elevator.

Ben and James stood behind the boss and Wirata. They quietly exchanged their gaze, feeling fun to see the new role of the boss who was leaning his tall body close to his lady, touched his head on hers.

When they reached the penthouse, Wirata supported the bruised body inside. His face became swollen. Wirata took him to sit at the sofa. James took Summer to the floating garden while Ben went to bring the first aid equipment. He put in on the low table in front of the sofa.

"Please bring some warm water too, Ben."

Wirata told Ben who hurried to get it for her.

"I'll help clean the wound on your face first. "

Wirata told him in a soft voice. Saw him leaning against the sofa, looking at the ceiling as if he were thinking of something.

"Close your eyes. I'll wipe your face."

Stefan turned and looked at the slim body who was sitting next to him. Her face was soft and not as cold as usual. He was wondering if he had to get injured first to get her to show her kindness and her gentle side to him.

Stefan closed his eyes. He was used to getting injured like this. Luckily, this time there were no broken bones just bruises and swollen wounds here and there. He could feel the warm cloth touching his face and soft hand wiping gently. Stefan opened his eyes to look at her.

"Never disobey me again. Do you understand?" The low dark voice said. Wirata paused to think which order she disobeyed him. Then she raised her shoulder and sighed.

"I don't want to see stupid people get hurt."

She answered straight. Stefan frowned, displeased with her choice of words. Wirata saw he made his eyebrows knotted so she used her fingers to massage between his thick eyebrows. Causing him to realize and loosened up a little.

"Thick eyebrows don't have to be a thick skull, I guess."

She said bluntly. Stefan really hated her outspoken habit with him. He made a broody face.

"It's a man's business! You don't understand!" He gave her a daggered gaze.

"Yes, you are right. I don't really understand why you have to fight as if it is a normal thing in life like this. Why do you like getting hurt? Or unless you are a sadist. "

While speaking, she washed the cloth and then wiped down to his neck. She told him to take off his shirt. Stefan sat up and tried to lift his arms but he felt stiff and sore a little.

"Do it for me. I can't."

He said. Wirata saw him struggling so she helped by slowly pulled his shirt up over his head.

The pretty face and body leaned closer to him. Stefan sniffed the nice sweet fragrance into his lung quietly. Heard the followers laughed before they pretended to cough.

"You two go to the office. Call our spies to investigate this matter for me immediately. "

The dashing voice instructed his subordinates with a serious face when he thought of someone who had dared to play with a man like him. Daring to use his name to impersonate like this!

"Whoever did this, they knew that you and Bernardo are antagonistic. So they created the incident for you and Bernardo to jump each other. And this will get them some benefit which we have to find out what." Ben said with no more joke. His handsome face looked serious.

"Find out who they are. And I will show these bastards what's gonna happen to people who dare to mess with me!"

The harsh voice said under his breath. Wirata felt her goose bumps rose up all over her body. She was afraid that he would die before his time came if he continued to look for a battle like this.

"Don't show off and say too much if you can't even take off your own shirt like this. "

She warned him in her sarcastic tone. Making Ben and James lift their mouth into amusement. But then they saw the boss sent a dark glare at them. they hurriedly turned and walked to the office immediately.

"During I'm poorly, you have to help me with everything, okay? And don't complain!"

The big boss ordered. Wirata did not say out but just continued to clean him. Stefan lifted his hand to touch her cheek, just felt like touching her. Her knees were touching his, it somehow made him feel warm and not so...alone. It was a strange feeling, Stefan never thought that he was a lonely person as he had always surrounded by people all his life. But he didn't know why it felt different. However, this warm feeling was like lightning, quickly flashed and quickly disappeared. He stroked her cheeks and played with her hair.

"Hey. Don't! Please stay still. "

The personal nurse gave an order and a warning gaze. The soft hand gently cleaned the wound. Stefan looked at the beautiful face which was not far from his face. She was very concentrating on trying to clean him as gently as possible. That made Stefan loosened up and his lips had a small smile.

"I thought you never care for anybody."

He said. Wirata glanced at him.

"Me or you?"

Because that sentence would be more suitable for him. Wirata believed Stefan Mackenzie was a cold person who didn't care about other people's feelings.

"You!"

Stefan interacted immediately. Why did she think he didn't care about anybody? He was a good son, a good brother and a very good boss! He cared for many people, family, and followers.

"Really? So I guess you can do the rest by yourself then because I DON'T CARE."

She stopped, put the cloth in the bowl and going to get up. He quickly grabbed her hand.

"Hey, I'm joking ... Ouch! sore." he moaned and put his hand on his cheekbone. Wirata then quickly touched his face.

"Where are you hurt?" Asked with a soft and concern voice that she didn't intend to.

"I think my whole body needs to be inspected. I have to take my clothes off."

he said. Wirata remembered the fight and she thought he probably was really hurt.

"Would you like to go to the bedroom? I will help you to see where else needed to be looked after. "

Wirata asked. She didn't want to argue with him as she thought his body did need some care. His condition was not looking good in her opinion.

"Yes, bedroom. That's the best place I want to be ... Let's go."

He hurriedly agreed with her. So Wirata supported the tall figure and walked to his bedroom.

When they were inside. He was standing in the middle of the room.

"I think you should take off your clothes before sitting on the bed so it won't be stained and dirty. Take off your clothes and then take a shower. After that, I will put some cream on your wound and scratches. "

She put it into steps for him for what to do first. Stefan noticed that she usually thought carefully before she acted. She was the most prudent woman he had ever met, well, apart from his mother. When Stefan thinking about it, she was a bit like his mother in some ways.

"Don't have to be careful too much, there are a lot of spare bedsheets in this place. If it's dirty I can just call the housemate to change it immediately."

"But, did you notice that she had just changed it for you? Look! It's nice and tidy. Do not trouble the people who work hard for you just to please yourself. As I said, you don't touch the bed until you have a shower."

She made a very long speech to teach him again. Stefan made a broody face because she was behaving like he was a child and liked to show off her knowledge about life and people and it was kind of annoying. But, however, he didn't want to argue with her now. He did feel dirty and stiff so he wanted to get it done.

"Alright, alright. Can you shut up and take off my pants if you want me to take a shower. I am in pain so badly right now. " The edgy voice said.

So Wirata moved to stand close to him. He stood still, let her pull the belt off and pulled the zip down, then a minute later the jeans were off his tall body, only the boxers left on.

Wirata widened her eyes when she saw a red mark looked like a footprint, a special Bernardo's footprint on his chest.

"Oh, no. That looks terrible. I don't understand, honestly. Why do you have to fight unnecessary like this? Don't you know that people can die because of inner-bruised organs?"

The unpleased voice complained again. Her hands were touching his chest gently, her eyes looked all over to see where else he got hit by Bernardo's body weapon. Stefan felt his body heat up with just her soft hands touching and stroking his skin. His boxers got the bulge in the middle as his shaft expanded rapidly. Wirata took a look at his upper body seriously and then when she looked down she saw between his legs, there was a big bulge there, she blushed and tried to ignore it.

"Shall I take my underwear off?"

The injured man asked with an innocent face. Wirata sent him a glare.

"Not yet! You can do that when you are in the bathroom by yourself."

"But I might get some injury there between my legs. I want you to take a proper look for me."

"I am sure there is no wound there. Otherwise, you won't be able to stand like this."

Wirata said with a knowing tone. She knew how crafty this man was!

After giving him a warning eye, she slowly inspected his body. There was redness all over, she pressed her hand on it gently.

"Does it hurt here?" Asked and then increased pressure.

"Ouch! Yes... it hurts. Don't press. Oh, I'm hurt."

He winced and moaned like a baby, making Wirata jumped with his loud groan.

Stefan pretended to wear a painful expression all over his face. Saw her scanning his body as if her eyes were a laser, he couldn't help but smile, a soft hand stroked along the chest Stefan wrapped his arms around her small waist and pulled her in his embrace.

"No. Behave yourself! Don't move and do anything until I finish."

She ordered with a strict voice. Stefan couldn't help to bend down and kiss her ruddy cheek before releasing her. The tall figure was standing still, arms opened for the nurse to examine his body that he knew not very much in pain. Just the redness that gave him the opportunity to fool around with her.

"This mark is very long. Does it hurt? "

Red patches appeared clearly on the left side of his body. Being hit by the big boots of his enemy. The red mark meant that tomorrow it would turn green. Wirata frowned with concern unknowingly herself.

"Yes. It's very painful there. Oui!"

He replied and winced that she used her soft hands to gently rub the marks as if wanting to soothe. Stefan looked at the slim figure. She probably didn't realize that she had motherhood instincts. The instincts to protect people under her responsibility. If she were a man, he would have another horrible rival! Stefan thought to himself.

"If you kiss it there, it may feel better."

Stefan suggested with a straight face. He saw her stroking and bowing to gently blow the marks. Her warmth breath warmed him. It went through somewhere inside, deeper than the skin level.

Wirata ignored his words. She walked to see his back. He had no marks there. When circling the front, she was unaware of the posture of bending her head down to the base of his leg. It is a terrifying posture and made some dirty mind thought and imagined to the paradise garden.

"Sit down so you don't have to bend down."

The low husky voice suggested. Stefan imagined her kneeling down on the floor in front of him, her face would be at his shaft. Just the thought made him groan low in his throat.

"No, now you can go to take a shower and I'll give you some medicine after that."

She ordered.

"I can't do it by myself. It's too sore to raise my arms up." He said with a sullen face.

"Try first. Don't be a baby. You are nothing like a baby."

She made a scolded voice and pointed to the bathroom. Stefan stood still.

"I can't walk too far." The injured man gave her a glare with an unsatisfied look. Wirata sighed and shook her head.

"Alright. I'll help you." She then put her arm around his waist to help him to walk into the bathroom. Stefan was hiding his smile, feeling pleased with the situation so far. He was standing under the shower then she walked out.

"I will be back."

She said and went back to the living room to bring the cream for healing bruises from the first aid box.

When walking back into the bedroom, suddenly, there was the sound of something hit the floor!

"Ouch! Oh, I'm hurt. Help! Help me, Wine. I'm bleeding."

The sound made Wirata ran to the bathroom immediately!