Chapter 8: Devy

I am mad.

So mad that I can feel steam coming out of my nostrils as I exhale to keep calm. I touched my tingling swolen nipples, saw the state of my breast and saw red. I kicked the heavily sleeping satiated lion off the bed and a loud thud echoed in the room.

He said he'll just give me some strawberries. What a fart! He gave me a whole farm!

"Baby? What's wrong?"

What's wrong? What's wrong?!

I sobbed angrily at him, teeth grinding. "My chest! It hurts!"

He stared at my raised shirt exposing the reddened area and his eyes darkened. "I'm sorry, baby. I was wrong."

"You don't look sorry at all!" I complained.

He seemed to realize he was showing his real lust-filled feelings, the whole person's aura changed immediately to a gentle one. "Come, baby. I'll take you to shower. How about I talk to the crew and tell them you're unwell?" He knelt beside the bed, warming my feet lovingly.

I sniffed and rejected the idea right away. Whatever happens, this is my first day at my first comeback work. I have to show up and give my best!

My sight went back to my chest and my mood instantly deflated. "In the future, I won't take you with me when I go out of the city for work."

The declaration seemed to have electrocuted him invisibly. He hurriedly climbed back on the bed and acted pitiful, "Little baby, don't be mad. I'll be good, okay? I can't be away from you. I need to take care of you and keep you warm. The doctor said it, remember?"

I stared at him blankly and allowed him to list down all the things he should do to take care of me. Why the hell does it include feeding personally? And sitting on his lap during meals? Even bathing me? Why would he personally select my outfits? Why do I need to sleep wrapped in his arms every nap and night time? The more he talked, the more my brain gets confused. I decided to forgive him this time to relieve my headache.

"I want to take a bath." I sighed and wrapped ny arms around him, "Prepare me a bath, please?"

"Okay, my baby's gonna have a relaxing warm bath." He coaxed and carried me to the bathroom. He made me sit on the closed toilet seat and I watched as he skillfully filled the tub with warm water. He went out of the bathroom and came back with a milk bath and honey-scented bath bomb. After dissolving them in the warm water he started removing my clothes, leaving me in my underwear. He carried me and deposited me gently inside the warm tub.

It was really relaxing. The warm water soothed my joints and muscles, and the honey and milk scent sweetly relieved my aching temples. I closed my eyes and leaned back lazily on the side of the tub, enjoying a peaceful bath.

That was until the water spilled to the sides when an intruder stepped in.

I glared at the two-faced man carefully pulling me into his arms. He was smiling like a caring angel and it made me think he was really only caring about me. "Why are you here? I can take a bath myself..." My voice broke and grew silent when I realized another blunder. "Why are you naked?!"

He stared at me like I'm a hopeless idiot making the veins in my temple pop, "We're bathing."

"I know! But-!" I groaned in frustration and slumped on his wide torso heavily, too tired to argue. "Do what you want then. Serve me, Mr. Lyon." I arrogantly rubbed his shin with mine underwater and raised my arms to wrap them around his neck.

His breathing hitched, making me think he was angry and was about to look up to him when his hands started roaming my body. I arched my back when his hands brushed past my nipples, to my waist. I trembled helplessly when the hands reached my inner thighs and moaned.

"Reese..." I called his attention but that seemed to fuel him more. The already obvious manhood I felt behind me grew more in size and rubbed my backside slowly.

It seemed the bath was meant to be a burning hot one.

He pulled me closer with one arm, while the other moved closer to my apex. My breaths quickened when a hand encircled it and stroked it gently. I cried pitifully against him and he gave me a heated but gentle kiss. "Don't worry baby, I'll just serve you. I know you got work."

"Promise?" I assured and he nodded obediently. I gave in and let him relieve our burning desire in the bath and underwater.

Steam fogged the bathroom and moans filled the air, getting louder each time. A man's occasional low grunt and groans grew heavier, mixing with the softer cries of the other.

***

I laid on the bed like a lifeless jellyfish, allowing him to properly serve me this time.

Ugh, I didn't know that a simple 'you-relieve-me-I-relieve-you' would take a lot of energy. Is it really like this? How much more when we really do it? My ex-boyfriend was a hypocrite, so I didn't know. He pretends to be a perfect man with perfect manners, yet one seduction from my brother made him lose his mind. Hah. Good thing we never did anything like this, or else I may have invested more affection. More than the anger, humiliation and betrayal that I felt in my past life, I may even be more broken and scarred, that even the pride left in me would crumble to dust. Thankfully.

Reese wiped my body dry and helped me get dressed. Breakfast was delivered personally by Mr. Ben, the driver who was also his personal assistant. The stubborn CEO found another way to take advantage, happily feeding me as I sat on his lap.

"I'll send you to the venue personally after breakfast."

I hummed in agreement, and prepared my bag before leaving the room. He kept the spare key, and I took mine as well. We were in the car already when I noticed he didn't bring his bag.

"You're not going to work?" I asked.

"I'll accompany you." He stated simply.

"But I can take care of myself at work. Besides this wouldn't be too tiring. You'll just get bored watching."

"I'm on holiday." He pouted, "I can also supervise while I'm away. I have my tablet in the car. I'll take it and do work while waiting for you."

I stared at him suspiciously. They all said R&D's CEO was workaholic and strict to himself, with terrific time-management. Why does he look like a lazy ass now? Am I that of a bad influence?

"Up to you," I murmured, still in doubt.

Never mind, if the CEO says he won't go to work then who am I to stop him? I'm just a poor man relying on my looks to live.

Speaking of that, "Reese," I called out. He turned his attention to me and gathered me in his arms. He was silent and waited for me to continue. "Am I your sugar baby now?"

The car swerved lightly and the tires screeched. I would've face-planted on the back of the passenger's seat if Reese weren't holding me. Reese's arms tightened around me and the man's aura grew suffocating once again. His sight locked on the trembling Mr. Ben who stopped the car on the side of the road. I can feel like there's something trying to break free from inside Reese, something dark and scary.

I cupped his cheeks with my hands and gave him a kiss on the lips. "Reese? We're going to be late. Your sugar baby's a motivated worker who never arrives late. Can we go now?"

"En," he buried his face in my neck and breathed deeply. "Start the car." He ordered without looking at the driver.

I must've surprised Mr. Ben when I said 'sugar baby' earlier. I took note not to mention any stupid things in public from now on.

"What's my sugar baby thinking?" He whispered with his sexy voice.

"Sugar baby wants sugar daddy to calm down." I whispered back.

He grunted and bit my earlobe, "If you want me to calm down then don't call me daddy."

The wild connotation made me blush and I slapped his thigh awkwardly. "Shut it."

The rest of the ride was uneventful. We reached the venue and preparations were already being done. We were guided towards the dressing room, and the poor Mr. Ben remained in the car, wondering what will be his punishment when the boss comes back.

Since Mr. Lim already explained the details of the shoot yesterday and the make-up artist and her assistants were briefed earlier, the preparations went by smoothly. They made me wear a wig, with smooth and silky straight hair. Instead of menswear, they opted for a white off-shoulder long mesh dress made by their sister company. I was opted to walk barefooted since the set would be a bedroom and following that was the waterfall. When I stood in front of the fitting mirror, it was like looking at an entirely different person. All the assistants praised me with excitement but what caught my eyes was the heated stare I met in the mirror. The man was sitting a few meters behind me, but the heat of his stare reached me undoubtedly. I bit my lower lip and posed seductively, making his eyes darken even more. I laugh inwardly at his reaction.

Sorry, you can only look Sugar Daddy.