Toy

People are taught not to judge a book by its cover. By now, almost everyone claims they would never judge a book by its cover. However, when they look at someone, they start judging right away.

Kyle had judged Calista. He saw her as a rich spoiled brat who was frail under her money protection. However, when he was in her arms, he realized that she was not weak at all.

He once again felt like the female lead of a story. It was common for the male lead to carry the female lead in a similar style and he had once wished to do so himself!

"W... W... W... What are you doing?" He stuttered.

"I told you, I'll make you bathe." She carried him to his room and roughly put him in the tab forcefully. Seriously, he was like a baby refusing to bathe.

"Are you going to bathe by yourself or not?" She asked as she put her hands on her waist.

"Just let me be! Is it a must for me to bathe?" He argued stubbornly. The two didn't even realize that they were bickering about unnecessary things.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," she warned the man in the empty tab. He didn't listen as he got out of the tab and lay on the floor. According to him, if he took comfort in anything it would mean he was accepting that he was a product.

Calista sighed as she filled the tab with warm water. If she let him be, he would be seriously ill and she would have to waste money on him. This is the excuse she gave herself for forcing him to bathe.

Once the tab was filled, she again carried Kyle in his arms shocking him once again. She then put him in the tab even before he could think of a reaction.

He was already in the water, it would be stupid to get out. He was ready to finally accept the bath, but was shocked by Calista's actions.

She ripped his shorts off leaving him completely naked. Good thing the foamy water covered him.

"What are you doing?" He asked alerted.

"I'm washing my toy," she said in an innocent voice. What? She was actually going to wash him? Poor Kyle did not even realize he was called a toy and he accepted it in his thoughts.

"You want to wash me?" He asked and she fought the urge to laugh.

"As you heard. I want to wash my toy," she repeated to see if he would realize what she called him. However, Kyle did not even think of that. He wanted her to go away.

"I will do it myself!"

"Too late," she said as she washed his blond hair. As she looked at him closely, she realized how handsome he actually was. When his hair got wet, the stands hang loosely on his face. His sapphire eyes showed worry and he was slightly pouting.

Realizing her thoughts, she splashed water on his face making him groan. "Hey! If you're going to wash me, can't you at least do it nicely," he said annoyed.

"Now you want me to wash you?" She asked amusedly. His mood swings were really interesting.

After she was done with his head, she moved towards his chest, having no intention to stop.

"Are you really going to wash me? I can really do it myself." He resorted to using a calm voice.

"You already refused to do so. I don't give chances that much." He sighed when he heard this. He decided to be silent and quietly accept to be washed.

The way Calista gently rubbed his skin was quite comforting now that he thought of it. He quietly enjoyed himself.

Soon, she was done. It was the best bath he had had ever. She gave him a robe and finally left after putting some clothes on the bed.

He was glad she was not going to help him with his clothes too. He remembered her words, reliving the previous moment and he finally remembered being called a toy.

"What?" He pulled his wet hair in frustration. "How did I not hear that?"

It was truly funny. He had realized it too late and would never bring it up in front of her. So he could not defend himself. How pitiful.