They danced in each other arms quietly for a moment. Then Wirata lifted her face up to look at him.

"Will you accept his offer?"

She finally asked out of her curiosity. Stefan raised his eyebrows and was surprised that she asked. He was not surprised by her courage. But surprised that she was interested to know about his personal thoughts as she was acting arrogant and gave him I-don't-care-about-your-business attitude most of the time.

"Santo owes me a lot of money. it's a lot more than your stepfather owed me. And I don't think he can pay me with money."

He said, avoiding answering directly. Stefan wanted to see her reaction but she only nodded to acknowledge. He really wanted to know what she understood or how she interpreted his statement.

Wirata thought that he was considering Santo's offer as he said the man could not pay with money so the businessman like Stefan would have to take what the debtor offered him.

"Good." She said, causing Stefan to frown a little.

"What is good?" He asked without understanding.

"It's good if you accept another woman so that I will finish my job faster. I'll get my freedom back according to our agreement."

"So, you want me to take the woman?"

He asked in a furious tone. His arms tightened on her waist in a tense gesture. His handsome face became sullen.

"It's up to you, Stefan. Who can control or order you? I was just saying that if you accepted another woman, the contract would end. That's all. I don't have any rights to order you or to do whatever I please as we know very well. "

The smooth voice spoke softly in response. Stefan threw out his grunt.

"So you are not jealous at all, huh? And you want me to do so. Yes or no?!"

The turbid voice asked and looked at her, waiting for her answer. Wirata was also asking herself quietly in her heart about how she felt if he really had other women.

Would she be happy and enjoying her freedom truly?

Was it what she really wanted?

But of course, freedom was the most important to her and every slave, wasn't it?

"Why do you want me to be jealous? ... Jealousy is the feeling and we only made the agreement on a physical level, not the feeling level. "

The smooth, cool tone spoke and Stefan hated that.

But the question ... Why did he want her to be jealous? ... That was a very interesting question. Stefan sighed heavily.

"I know you don't care about me and never will. You don't have to make a cold voice like that. I don't like it. "

He spoke with a furious tone. It was Wirata's turn to gave a heavy sigh.

"Cold voice?" She repeated, did not aware of what kind of voice she used.

"Yes! You speak like an Ice Princess. and I hate it when you act cold like that."

He made it clear to her with a continued frowning face. Wirata looked at the person who started to behave as a wayward man. Then she had to give up and smiled out when thinking of the word "Ice Princess" which he just gave her as her nickname.

"If I am Ice Princess. You would be Demon King. "

She retorted before laughing out helplessly. Laughing at her own nickname while looking at the Demon King's sullen face.

Stefan stared at the person in his arms that had previously made a cold face. But now she was laughing. He sighed and loosened up his tension then gave up his swinging mood. The handsome face smiled with amusement when thinking the name Demon King she gave him.

"So we deserve each other, right?"

He said and pressed his chin on her sweet fragrant silky hair. The two were laughing and continued dancing.

"Stefan" The soft voice called his name when the music changed.

"Huh? What's up?"

"So will you accept another woman or not?"

She asked again when seeing him back to his good mood. At the end of the day, she really wanted to hear him said it out clearly. So that she could prepare herself.

"It's up to you." He said.

"Why up to me?"

"If you want me to accept so that you would be free. I will follow whatever you want. "

Stefan said. He also wanted to try her and to hear she made it clear to him for what she really wanted.

"Really?"

Wirata was thinking. Her freedom according to the contract would be so many months to come. But if he had a new woman she would be free and could go back to her own life very soon. That sounded very promising.

But was she really feeling okay to see him having other women?

Wirata suddenly felt strange in her heart.

Oh, God. This was not looking good. She could not fall for this man. She would be a very stupid woman to put herself in that situation. She would get hurt just to think about it as he was not a person a sensible woman should fall for.

"Okay then ..."

"OKAY, what?" He asked with a furrowed face.

"You can have her if you want. I want freedom as soon as possible. "

Stefan stopped dancing immediately when he heard her statement. The strong hand grabbed her arm and led her out of the party.

Ben and James watched the boss and then quickly followed. Ben went to the car and drove it to stop in front of the steps. James opened the car door.

Stefan pushed Wirata into the car first, then he followed. There was no conversation during the ride home.

When arrived, Stefan told his men not to follow them up, so the two bodyguards went to their rooms without argument as they could feel the intense air around the boss and his lady.

When they reached the penthouse, Stefan dragged Wirata into the bedroom. Still not said anything. She was shocked when he swang her onto the bed and his big body jumped on top of her.

"Was it really bad to be with me?"

He asked out after the long silence. His voice was cold and tense. He stared at her with his dark gaze.

Wirata was shocked to see he angry this much. This time, he looked very angry like never before.

Stefan deliberately pressed his heavy body on her body until she sunk into the bed. He did not know what to do with her to make his anger go away.

Was he too bad in her eyes? Was he a terrible man for her?

Stefan looked at the woman underneath him, her face had gone pale, her eyes widened with a shock.

"Fuck!"

He swore and punched hard on the pillow near her ear. Saw she jumped with frightening. Stefan sprang up and strode out onto the back garden. He took off his clothes and jumped into the swimming pool, making the water splashing in the midst of silence.