The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Answer it!

"Good morning ...."

The simultaneous greeting of several people lined up at the door made Naya almost fall. Nanar he saw people who looked down disinclined. It was not long before a middle-aged man whom he had seen last night, approached.

"Good morning Miss Naya. Meet me, Jordan. I'm Mr. Mike's personal assistant."

Naya who was in shock just nodded her head.

"Please come with me, Miss. Young Master is already waiting for you at the dining table."

Again, Naya could only nod. He followed Jordan's steps and the line of uniformed women also followed him. Honestly, he was confused if he had to deal with Mike. He really doesn't know Mike's purpose. Last night, the man forced her to change clothes in front of his eyes, then left without saying anything.

Stay at the dinner table. There was Mike chewing his food. He looks so serious staring at the screen of the phone in his left hand. Strange, the 33-year-old man instantly let go of the rush and carved a smile as Naya approached.

For Naya, she only resigned me when feeling the horror of running the body. Mike's vows, smiles and gazes were like a predator ready to pounce.

"Good morning, sir," said Naya, bowing her head.

Mike's pounding. "Sit. We're having breakfast."

Naya agrees and sits down after the seat is pulled by Jordan. He sat down gracefully and ate the sandwich that was already available on the table.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to Singapore this afternoon. From my office, I will go straight to the airport. If you need anything, just ask Jordan. He's in charge. There were also about two dozen maids here. So, if it takes anything just ask them." Mike said without looking at Naya. He shaved the coffee and put the thing in his hand. Tightly he saw Naya who looked serious chewing food.

"But remember, you don't think about running away. If I run away, the deal I made with Laura I can withdraw at any time. Then do you know what's gonna happen to Rain Company?" Mike paused, he smiled obliquely as Naya looked at him seriously. "Bankrut, the family business must be bankrupt. I also will not let go of people who are related to you. Including Laura and her assistant. I will destroy them. Remember that all right," continued Mike full of emphasis.

While Naya, she just gulped and wet her lips that were shaking with saliva. He doesn't care about Laura, but Ken ....

'Brother Ken. I'm kangen ....'

Naya. He misses the man and continues to be in the shadows. He was eager to see the cold Ken, the expressionless Ken, the ever-stern Ken but kind and caring.

"One thing you should also plant in your brain. You are no longer the old Naya. You are a slave and I am your master. So forget the outside world, that friend or whoever it is" Mike continued.

Naya raises her head with a sigh of fret followed.

Silent. Naya chews food without enjoying it. In the present moment the food as good as anything still feels bland. He was confused, unceasingly thinking hard since last night. He's been sold, his status there is also just a slave, and Mike's threat just now horrified him.

Surprisingly Mike still gives preferential treatment. What might be the purpose of Mike being a slave is not a slave who is actually like a servant in general, but a slave of lust?

Naya shuddered. He choked and immediately grabbed the milk not far from him.

"Why? What are you thinking?" ask Mike. Of course Mike's baritone voice made Naya choke back. So great is the influence of a Mike on his body that when he heard the sound he was trembling.

"I wonder what's really inside your head?" continued Mike. He looks serious. The black string that was originally in the hand had already come off.

"Sorry, Sir. I was unintentional for lack of focus" Naya replied.

Mike stared more intensely, then smiled ambiguously. After that he quickly moved the head—code—on Jordan. All of the people lined up there immediately left. Naya, who was panicking, sat quietly in the chair.

Mike's approaching. He leaned his ass against the table, smiled obliquely and put his hand in his pants pocket. He saw Naya who was downcast in fear.

"Thank your head. And look at me."

The order instantly made Naya look up. His eyes were round when he found Mike was getting closer to his head. Naya sculpted to hold the pounding in the chest. Mike really aligned their heads.

"Are you nervous about last night?" mike whispered right into Naya's ear.

Naya froze for a few seconds before finally shaking her head firmly. A gigat that made Mike finally broke. He ruffled Naya's head.

Naya. He saw Mike laughing. Mike looks handsome. It was as if there was light accompanying the pull of the lips and there was a shahdu rhythm accompanying the sound of her laughter.

Soon Naya pinched her own thigh wrapped in jeans. He banishes absurd thoughts that can almost always destroy sanity.

"You're so funny, anyway. I told you I was still moral. I really like girls. I don't even know how many women I slept with. But I won't touch women under twenty. So please calm down. There will come a time when you will be in my bed."

Mike was laughing again. He stared intensely at Naya's upper body part and then blinked.

Naya of course reflexively crossed arms. He looks annoyed at Mike who just doesn't care. The man moved from his starting position and left Naya only able to grieve the horror.

At first glance, that sentence may be the word entertainer. Unfortunately for Naya it was a threat. How not, his age will be twenty exactly three months away.

Suddenly Naya's phone in her pocket rang. Naya who immediately stood up and reached into the phone, then made sure it died. He felt stalked by the angel of death when he saw Mike approaching again.

"Who's calling?" ask Mike. Sounds cold. The trail of laughter disappeared like the wind. There was only an intimidating look.

Naya shook her head, she cursed herself. How can I bring my phone with Mike?"

"Give it." Mike said as he reached out.

Naya budging. The impatient Mike again said, "Love me, Naya! The phone wants you to take it out yourself or me to come out?"

Full of threats and affirmations in one sentence thrown, until Naya who was actually afraid of Mike shook his head several times, then with a trembling hand handed the flat object.

"Cowok tea box?" Mike's eyebrows go up next door, clinging to him staring at Naya. "Who's this box tea guy?"

Naya lowered her head. He squeezed the finger back stiff.

"Naya's aircrew!" jolt Mike.

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