When he put her down. She ran to her room. He was sending her his dark glare.

"I want to take a shower." She shouted and locked the adjoining door immediately. Stefan put his hands on his hips and shook his head.

"I'll give you 20 minutes." He shouted back to her then walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Thirty minutes later, Wirata finished the shower in her new bedroom. She walked out of the bathroom and saw the tall body sitting on her bed. He leaned against the bed head with a laptop on his lap. Looked like he was reading something.

Wirata went to open the wardrobe and picked out her old pajamas. She didn't have any sexy see-through fancy nightgowns like a high-class escort in novels had. It wasn't her taste. The best she had were a couple of cute cotton nightgowns. Most of the time she preferred pajamas.

"Don't wear bras and panties. It's wasting time."

The low voice spoke without lifted his face up from the laptop. Wirata blushed. This lustful man didn't think anything above the navel but!

She turned her back to him and hurried to put on her purple soft cotton pajamas. Wirata walked to the dressing desk to comb her hair and put some night cream and lotion on.

Looking into the mirror, the reflection of a young woman staring back. This was real. It's the decision she had made to make the best of her worst situation. She was selling herself for this man. The man who would make the best of his money and would make sure he gained all the interest from the business he threw his money in.

Wirata sighed and pushed the thoughts that made her feel weak away. From now on she couldn't afford to be weak and to be helpless. To win the battle with Stefan Mackenzies, she must keep her strength, especially, her mental strength. she's going to need it. A lot of it!

She turned around and said to him...

"This is my room. Please go back to your room. I'll follow in a minute. "

He lifted his face from the laptop.

"Who do you think you are, to order me like that?"

He asked with the voice of someone who had never been ordered around, it's only him who could point his fingers at people. Wirata thought he must have been spoiled since birth. This man was beyond fixable.

"Don't you dare to criticize me in your head. I know what you are thinking!"

The harsh voice said with a knowing eye. Wirata was amazed at how he knew she was criticizing him in her head?!

"If I have things to say about you I wouldn't do it just in my head. I'll make sure to give you a piece of my mind out loud."

She said in a smooth tone. Stefan put the notebook down and stepped off the bed. He walked to her. And without speaking any more words, he picked her up, carried the slim body in his arms. Wirata gasped with shock.

"Hey! Are you crazy?! Let me down now! "

"A woman with a mouth like yours. Do you think I would let you say whatever you want to me?"

He said and carried her across to his own bedroom. Wirata hit him on his shoulders, but the tough body didn't bother.

Stefan threw her onto his bed. She bounced up with the spring force.

"Crazy!"

She shouted.

He almost jumped down on her but he saw her lifted the knees up and remembered her tricks. So he changed his mind and crawled up into the bed slowly instead.

Wirata moved away from him. But she was surprised that he was just lying on his side looking at her silently. She stared at him. He raised his eyebrow.

"No more shouting?"

He asked sarcastically.

Wirata glared then turned her face away from him. Stefan satisfied to see she couldn't find words to throw at him and kept her mouth shut for once.

"Well, if you don't have anything to say. Give me some massage. I am very tired."

He ordered, lied on his back and closed his eyes.

Wirata looked at him who was lying still and had his eyes close. She sighed and moved to sit near him. She guessed this would be another duty of her slavery year. She put her hands on his arm and started to massage. Looking at his good-looking face. This man must have been God's favorite. He had got everything a man wish to have. His dark handsome looks could charm any woman who wasn't blind.

"What have you done today? Why are you tired?" She asked out of curiosity because it might involve with her stepfather. Stefan opened one eye to look at the pretty face. Her soft but strong hands moving on his shoulder down his arm.

"I just had sex with a woman. So tired. She drained all my energy." He said and narrowed his eyes to look at her. Stefan wanted to try her. He was curious about how she was going to react. Although he paid for her for one year. It did not mean he had to stop dating other women. He was the boss, he still could do whatever he wanted, couldn't he?

She had stopped crumpling his upper arm, looking at him instantly.

Wirata was stunned by what she heard. She should not have forgotten that a man like Stefan never stoped with only one woman. He probably had slept with hundreds already. The 32-year-old money mogul like him, he could do whatever he wanted, just lifted his little finger and he would get any woman he desired.

Wirata smashed his arms hard and increased her hands' strength. She hit his shoulder with a fist rapidly.

"Ouch! That hurts. I want you to massage so I feel better and recover, not more hurt! "

Stefan made a fierce sound. But Wirata didn't care. She smashed him harder.

"This type is called Thai traditional massage, never heard of? Must do it with strength and hard like this. Smash like this! Punch like this! Hit like this!"

She said with a sullen face without knowing herself, continued to squeeze, swung a heavy fist on his arm so hard.

Stefan was startled with pain. He tried to pull his arm away but she did not let him get away easily,

using her knee to press his wrist until it was sunk in the mattress.

"Ouch! That's enough. I'm hurt ... Are you crazy?! I SAID ENOUGH!. Fuck!"

Stefan shouted and cursing frustratedly. He caught her hands and pulled her onto him, only one quick flip and his body was on top of her.

"Okay, now it's my turn to show you how to do the full body massage. And it's my very own traditional massage if you are wondering what type!"

The dark voice announced Wirata wiggled under his tall and tough body. Stefan lifted a corner of his mouth in a smirk to see her pretty face blushed.

" Let's see between my formula and yours, Whose will be better, huh."

Stefan said with a threatened tone, bent down and crushed his mouth on hers.