The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
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Seeing the voiceless Naya makes Mike more angry. She clutches Naya's arm firmly and ignores Naya who is moaning in pain.

"Java!"

"I don't know, Sir. We met twice. And I don't know his name so give him the name of a box tea boy" Naya said with a single breath. Really, he was trembling. His feet almost slumped to the floor.

"Certainly so?" mike asked again, sounding cold.

Naya nodded. "Yes, Sir. I really don't lie."

Mike's releasing the grip. Still unhappy, he asked, "When did you first meet?"

"First met two weeks ago when I was still a cashier in the mini market. Keep seeing him again when I'm bullied by thugs" Naya said with her lips already shaking.

Mike snorted, then tidied up the shirt that wrapped the body. He remains annoyed that Naya's phone is ringing again. Without thinking he directly slammed the thing onto the floor then stomped on it.

Naya glared, in Mike's eyes like an acute jealous person. Ken's innocent gift has even become a shred. His heart melted but did not dare to say nor get angry. He could only shut up and condemn Mike's senseless behavior.

"Remember Naya! From now on forget him! I don't care if he's just an acquaintance, a friend or something. You have to remember, I bought you!" mike shouted. He leaves Naya, who suffers from it.

"Observe him, Jordan! Keep an eye on him" said Mike as he snorted as he passed the loyal man who was only seven years apart from him.

"Okay, Young Master."

Without turning his head, Mike entered Bugatti's car, which was waiting to take him to Abraham Group.

***

The morning is gone come noon. Naya, who had just finished her lunch, approached Jordan with a paper bag patterned on batik.

"Miss, this is a gift from Young Master. He bought it before leaving for Singapore" Jordan said.

Although confused, Naya also welcomed the paper that Jordan offered. "This is a gift from Mr Mike?" reset Naya.

Jordan nodded, the man with a tall skinny posture with a misty mustache smiled amiably. "open up. There is also a message that Miss must reply to."

Naya nodded. He had no intention of opening it. He was interested in something else.

"Then I stay" said Jordan politely.

However, just turning the heel, Naya again called her name.

Jordan's forehead frowned. He could not bear to turn himself over and asked, "What's wrong, Miss? Is there anything I need to help you with?"

Naya shook her head. "Sir Jordan, can I ask you something?" ask Naya.

Jordan nodded steadily. "Say. I will answer anything if I know the answer."

"Have you ever bought a slave before?" ask Naya. His heart dag-dig-dug was not careless when he asked Jordan that question. However, how else, he wondered what Mike's purpose was. The man is sometimes good as a friend, sometimes creepy as a demon.

"Never. First Miss Naya," Jordan replied in a standing posture.

"If that's what I can't explain" Jordan said. On his lips was a slight smile. Of course, it made Naya even more nervous.

"What does Father mean?"

"Yes because I can't count how many have slept with him."

Jeder!

Feeling struck by invisible lightning, Naya weakened with a heart that also reduced rhythm. It turns out to be true what's in the head—if Mike is a playboy.

"J-so the purpose he bought me was to ...."

Naya can't finish the word, she really doesn't expect it to get tangled up in Mike's dark life. Dismissed hopes that Mike could take care of him like Ken did.

"But Miss, don't worry. Young master is experienced with female names. The young master must have taken care of Miss because Miss is already hers" continued Jordan.

Naya didn't answer because that wasn't her wish.

"All you have to do is obey. Do whatever he asks."

"B-but how is it possible?"

Naya again was unable to finish the oral. He was weakly bowed while tightly grasping his own hands. Imagine, three more months he should be ready to give the precious crown without any status.

Naya's head started pulsing. The word slave filled the corner of his brain.

Jordan who saw Naya's facial expression just cleared his throat. "Sorry Miss. I can't entertain or promise anything. What Miss needs to remember, Miss is already hers, and Miss's duty is to serve her. Throw away the pride because Miss already sold it."

Hearing that tears that had been hard-earned Naya could bear finally shed as well. He did not dare to raise his head or whine for release, because what Jordan said was the reality his body has been purchased Mike for ten billion. Which sane person would do that?

Naya took a deep breath, then wiped away her tears. He stared at Jordan who had not moved since. "Is there a chance I could get away?"

Jordan was silent for a few seconds then shook his head. "For the time being anyone female who deals with Young Master cannot come and go as she pleases. Miss can leave if Young Master wants her to."

Naya is getting weaker. He got out of his chair and approached Jordan. His heart was broken, but it all happened.

"Yes, sir. Father may go. I'm going to go to the room."

Jordan flinch, he was a little touched by the resignation and maturity of Naya in responding to reality. He knew the situation Naya was facing now was not Naya's own wish. Still, Mike had taken an interest in the girl even before their official meeting last night.

Jordan remembers the incident yesterday morning—Mike forced him to find a girl with a CCTV camera capitalize a cafe. A girl who looks to be fighting with a grown man. The girl who was none other than Naya. When he saw Naya for the first time, Jordan had a feeling that Naya was different from ordinary girls.

"Miss Naya."

Naya flips the body. He looked at Jordan who was still out of place.

"Why, Sir?"