CHAPTER 6

I hurry to my bedroom, after all a night of delicious food and good drink does not dislike anyone. A small lightbulb lights up in my head, surely Leceth has already sent a nice dress for me.

He will not introduce me to one of my rags, I can take a bag and without anyone seeing me get some rich food for the girls, yes, that is the best idea that I have come up with in years. If it's a dance, people will be too busy to notice my plan.

In the blink of an eye, something big and solid appears in my field of vision without giving me time to react, I collide with a strong chest that throws me towards the ground.

The blow is hard and my rear takes the brunt, I massage my butt for pain relief, but a hand is placed in front of me. I stand there, stunned looking at her without knowing what to do.

I think if he had hit me and screamed I would have known a lot better how to act.

__ Are you planning to stay there all day, or will you allow me to help you?

His voice! Oh my God!

I slightly lift my gaze to where that thick, manly voice is coming from that resounds from his fleshy pink lips. Huge is little to describe your height, it should either be between 1.85 or 1.90. Strong arms, athletic build and defined legs that show through the pants.

By God, his eyes are as deep black as the darkest night, wrapped in a penetrating gaze that threatens to pierce me. A black mask surrounds them, thus highlighting their white skin and the well-trimmed three-day beard that draws their face to perfection.

Come on do something or you'll look dumber, if possible! __ screams my subconscious.

But what do you want me to do if that man is like cheese (Well formed, succulent and ready to eat)

I press my lips together so that the silly smile that is about to come out of me does not give away my drooling over his Greek God body. I stop rubbing my butt and place it on his hand. The masked man raises a thick eyebrow cocking a smile.

Yes, I'll be a moron!

Having two hands I come to give you that.

In a single attempt, it lifts my body off the ground without problem. What level of muscles! Her hand doesn't let go of mine, when I feel it I can't help looking at her. Hers is white and immaculate, perfectly trimmed nails, thick fingers, and wide palm.

About things those hands could do.

Shut up __ I yell at my annoying subconscious.

Handle it, don't be a coward.

May l? __ I shake my head to silence the depraved little voice that doesn't let me think.

Celestial father!

My wandering thoughts stop as they gaze at my hands. Nails full of churre, thin and dirty fingers and better not to mention the sooty crust that I have on the back.

I release myself from his grip as fast as I can, leaving my little hands well hidden behind my body. I pray that he has not seen them, he will surely feel disgusted by me. A man as elegant as he, who has deigned to help a simple slave like me. If he saw my hands, he would surely have left me on the ground.

The masked man purses his lips when he sees my abrupt gesture, his gaze scrutinizes me from head to toe and I feel that shame is killing me. I must be a mess.

__I, I…. Thanks __ I manage to say amid incoherent stutters.

What the hell is wrong with me?

__ Are you always this clumsy or is it that I have had the honor?

My jaw drops to the ground, the guy is as cute as he is rude.

__ Accidents happen __ I let him fall like someone who does not want the thing, keeping my acid smile.

__ And why do I feel that they are very frequent with you? __ makes fun of me without qualms.

I think you're winning a beating pretty boy __ I threaten him to myself and I glare at him.

The very sinic man dares to look at me with derision, but: What does this one think?

__ And why do I feel that being an idiot is your favorite sport? __ Well pretty boy, if you want war: You will have war!

The masked man raises an eyebrow, his gaze is somewhere between amused and somewhat surprised. That only makes me more enraged, he was supposed to be angry, not that he would end up showing his impeccable teeth in a ravishing smile sending all my anger to the toilet.

I start to smile back at him like a fool when I see his smug expression.

But it will be a cocoon!

They say when you have it, you have it.

And he has it to spare and he knows it. He is well aware that one of his smiles can put half a world of women at his feet.

And he's doing it with me. I bite my tongue until the urge to drool stops.

How many poor fools have been lured with such a smile?

You are one of them __ reminds me of the little voice that today is more irritating than ever.

__ Women have called me in many ways __ speaks with a lopsided smile and a knowing look __. But that's not one they use frequently __ he whispers closer to me in a mocking voice.

My irritation reaches heaven, that man has more ego than money.

I open my lips ready to send him to fly where he has arrived but a raspy and grotesque voice freezes my words about to leave.

__ Is this slave bothering you sir? __ Argus appears out of nowhere from behind me and takes my left arm brutally, imprisoning my skin between his fingers.

__ As you said? __ The masked man looked at him and me with obvious confusion.

__ If this slave is teasing you, just tell me and this bitch will get her punishment.

My whole body begins to shake with rage, helplessness and yes, shame. I have never felt so much, the masked man does not separate his gaze from me, at least not, until he travels my entire body with it. It seems now that he realizes that he has been wasting his time addressing a slave like me.

His look of contempt hurts so much that I don't dare to hold it for another second, lowering my head, fleeing. But what an idiot I am, surely he is a wealthy businessman from some country, one not used to this world. He must have thought she was a worker or the daughter of one and never imagined that he would denigrate himself by speaking to someone with as little value as a slave.

__ He ​​hasn't done it __ he just responds with a cold but calm voice.

__ I'm glad, but do not hesitate to say any problem and I will take care of reminding the slave where her place is __ she spits out the last angrily. He squeezes my arm tightly and releases me giving me a push that almost makes me fall.

The place where he used to have his hand throbs with pain, without a doubt this is his way of taking revenge for what happened this morning.

You fucking asshole!

__ Are you okay? __ Those two words come out with a clenched jaw as if it were poison that runs through his mouth.

Of course you don't care about such a thing. You must feel that, being a man of education, you have to say something after just a few minutes ago you were talking to me.

A man must first of all be a gentleman, my father used to say.

__ Yes __ I just answer. I don't want to bother you anymore with my presence.

The mere fact that for a few minutes he had treated me as a person is enough for someone who is so little that no one notices his existence. At least he has not ignored or insulted me as any other guest would have done and for that alone I must spare him the bad time.

Still against my will, I look up between my lashes. The masked man clenches his fists so hard that his knuckles are white. His jaw seems to be about to shatter, but his gaze is set on my anatomy.

I look for what he looks at so carefully, a reddish mark is already beginning to show through my skin in the shape of a hand. The very dog ​​has indeed been cruel to the squeeze. Not much lower, four early healing lines crawl across my skin. Fence I overdid myself with the scratch this morning, but it was worth it.

I look back at him and what I see is worse, his lips fighting not to rise in a clear grimace of disgust. I have to leave at once. I shy away from his gaze and ran as far as possible until I reached my bedroom without stopping.