Auction Husband
So Embarrassed

I'm still wrapped in a blanket, Mr. Al out of the bathroom. After what we did, it embarrassed me. Anyway, this is my first time.

"Wake up?" Mr. Al's voice makes me nervous.

I hid my head back into the blanket with a face that was warming. However, a faint smile was on these lips.

"Why hide like that?" Mr. Al's voice is approaching.

I could feel the bed swaying. These two hands tightly gripped the blanket I used to cover the body, but did not have enough strength to hold it in as Mr. Al's hand exposed the blanket.

"Your face is so red" he said, sounding very cheerful. Next, what I heard was Mr. Al's laughter.

"You embarrassed?" ask the man. "Why embarrassed?"

I looked up, returning the man's ignorant gaze. The binar I saw again, as when we ....

Ugh, I closed my eyes imagining him being so handsome and dashing. Well, my brain's really broken.

"Let's get off! Samuel may have been waiting for us, "take Mr. Al and roll out of bed.

The man walked into the closet. I haven't prepared my clothes yet.

"Let me get your change of clothes ready, sir," I said, then I just got off the bed and pulled out a blanket to wrap this body in a blanket. However, when my steps stepped on the floor suddenly my body shrugged. Both of these legs felt intense shaking.

Fortunately, Mr. Al swiftly caught my body. Otherwise, maybe my head has hit whatever is near me.

"Te .. ri .. ma .. love, sir." I'm so nervous. My voice shook so nervously.

Mr. Al worked his eyes out slowly. Both of his hands were still tightly coiled around my waist. Then, I could feel how the hand was moving towards my back, giving a soft elusan there, delivering a strange sigh that messed up my heartbeat.

I could have an impromptu heart attack if I kept getting this treatment.

"Tu .. an, I can't breathe." I confess what it is. Because, this chest feels narrowed along with the heartbeat that is increasingly crazy.

"Oh yes, sorri," said Mr. Al awkwardly.

I can feel that Mr. Al is also nervous and misbehaved. The look in his eyes looked fixed at me and then moved to the neck, his jakun looked up and down. He seemed to be holding something back. However, I don't know what's going on.

"You took a shower. Let me get my clothes ready myself," he said then without aba, Mr. Al carried my body.

I screamed in shock, but had no power to resist. Last time, delicious, anyway. Uh.

I smiled, both hands curled around the man's neck.

Mr. Al stepped wide to take me to the bathroom. He pushed the bathroom door with one leg. Then, put myself into the bathub. Next, he lit up the aromatherapy.

"Have a soak first." Mr. Al said softly which I replied with an obedient nod.

I thought, after this Mr. Al would leave immediately, remembering that he had been waited for by Sam at the dinner table. Apparently, what Mr. Al did next actually made my heart jump.

For a moment, my breathing just stopped. Until Mr. Al sets me free. And I immediately inhaled as much air as possible as a breath supply for my lungs that followed Mr. Al.

"I like it" he said, wiping my lips with his thumb.

Mr. Al smiled faintly and then turned around. He really came out of the bathroom, right?

After the bathroom door was closed by Mr. Al, I waited until a few minutes later. After making sure if the man did not come back here, then I can breathe with relief.

I closed my eyes, all the things that Mr. Al did to me I can still feel clearly. Everything was.

"Master!" I screamed with a stifled voice.

The man looked cute, then approached me and picked up the original T-shirt from the closet. Who would have thought if the next thing he did was help me put a shirt on my body.

"What did Mr Al do?" I just don't believe it. He really likes to make my heart shake.

"Help you to wear a T-shirt. C'mon fast! You haven't eaten yet" he said, then picked up a hairdryer and helped me dry my hair. Not only that, Mr. Al also combed my hair.

Supposedly, I was flattered by what Mr. Al did, but to me this was all such a strange thing. I kept gawking at it. Mr Al again kesambet what the hell?

Mr. Al took my hand, helped me stand up. "Can you walk by yourself?" the question made me feel weird.

"Can dong, sir. Why why?" I also stood up.

"No, Samuel said it would be sick"

Mr. Al had not finished speaking as I grimaced in pain. This means that the sick part, continued Mr. Al tell what we did earlier to his assistant so.

"Huh? So you tell Sam the same story?" I asked with fierce eyes.

Mr. Al looked clumsy and misbehaved. The man's face and both ears were reddened, he scratched his head which I'm sure if it wasn't itchy.

"Well, I have no experience." Mr. Al spoke with a plain face.

It's unbelievable. Then how can I eat downstairs.

"Sir, it's our secret." I complained of not accepting with a throbbing lip.

"The other thing I didn't tell you, I just said that it was our first day after Samuel guessed it."

"I'm sure Sam is an experienced man." I snorted annoyed.

"Indeed. Like that, he was ordinary. Gonta change girls like Gonta change clothes for him."

"So, cheap guy," I said still with an annoyed tone and a sullen face.

"Little girls aren't even guys." Mr. Al chuckled softly then grabbed my waist

"Come on. He won't dare to bully you" he said soothingly.

"When he sneered how is he?"

"I fired him."

I could no longer say as Mr. Al pulled my waist down to follow his steps out of the room. We took the elevator to get to the bottom. In fact, it is more romantic if passing the stairs anyway, it feels longer just can walk alone with Mr. Al.

Arriving in the dining room, Sam still seemed to enjoy the cake provided. Our gazes met, and the man's gaze was a seductive look.

"Cieeeee!"

I glared fiercely.

"Do you want me to fire now?" Mr. Al asked with a cynical tone and a sharp look.

"Bell, caddie!" lamented Sam.

While I laughed satisfied to see him smile wryly like now.