Bound by a Contract, Broken by Fate

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her eyes had been dowsed with ice water. She felt cal

t out a chuckle that had an old, rusty sound as if it hadn'

ow spread across her face. Letting her know about him, giving her a nickname, smiling

ted the space besid

broken glass piece of the bottle. "Ah!" She winced and her face crooked with

his arms before he shuffled to the bed and made her sit on the sheet. "Why must you leave the shoes o

out and gently rubbed his fingers across the wound. Th

the bottle." He seemed more like ta

awer beside the bed, took out a piece of gauze,

e washing the wound with the cleanser and ha

hing voice, quick and clear. He was so bu

ally bite. "Why are you so worried?" No one had ever b

st... I just felt guilty." He wasn't lying, he did feel guilty for breaking the bottle and ca

quirked up. "I am anno

kle as he looked up at h

was he? The first time they met, he called her Rhia. She wondered who she w

op staring at me, My lord

she fell back to her perceptions and averted he

. You are injured. I will tel

be useless. "Can I ask you a question

"You can. But it has to be a fai

ke?" She til

I answer and in retur

inted. She had nothing to g

s lips. "I will let you k

n unfair deal. But she really wanted to know the answer. "Why do always call me f

't want to answer. She parted her lips and when she was going to the topic, he spoke. "Because whene

f their surroundings had faded away unt

nued. "I like the feeling, I lik

she? Was she your girlfriend?" The q

his face darkened. "You are cheating. You were s

ou just

owe me something already." His voice had

t do you want from... Ummm..." Before she could finish her sentence, he slid hi

d brushed over hers. At the same time, he pulled himself close. As his mouth settled, she expe

nd touched the tip of her tongue with his own. The sensation

n echoed in the warm cave of her mouth. She felt his hands fumbling at

ull away first and whisper a

. She quickly lengthened their distances as she panted

resisting all of his enthusiasm that

t of my service.

question wasn't a part of your service

ded him. But instead, all she did was sighing the frustration aw

t about calling

lower lip as rolled her eyes. "W

me to me every

him. "I will go to the restroom and take a rest. Call me if you need my service. I d

d into the room, she ran to her. "Daisy, where did you go? Your phone was ringing here. The

es filled with warm tears. Grabbing