Albert the wife slave

Lexie was tired of helping Albert going back to their suite and bathing him. They were in the bed and he was already in a deep slumber. His face looked so angelic when sleeping, lips so red like strawberries, Lexie was tempted to kiss it. But she didn’t she was content looking at it as if he was an untouchable creature of the night.

She would say thank you, she had fun, but she’s not ready to be friendly with him yet. It's almost been a month since they lived on the Island, time passes by so fast. She inspected herself, how much hate did she have for Albert for all the things he had done to her? Except for that night, he has been treating her well. Aside from the fact that she already had a space in her heart. He also is digging himself deep in it. She didn’t know him well enough to give her trust in him yet though.