Chapter 22 - The Battle Is On (4) (1/2)

Wirata had no choice but walked the battled body of Stefan to a room. He pushed open the door. Inside was massive space, brown colour from light to darker shades and pronounced MALE in every inch of it.

A large bed at the centre, a set of the sofa at the foot of the bed. The wall on the left of the door were built-in wardrobes. On the right was a bar, opposite this entrance on the other side, there was another door. At the far left, there were glass sliding doors, could see it was to a balcony.

That's all she could notice for now because Wirata didn't come in here to observe or look around for pleasure. What she needed to remember was the way out of this room, that was the most important thing to do!

”It's getting late, let's take a shower together.”

The voice ordered. Wirata stopped on her track.

”No chance!”

She responded quickly, with her strong gaze to confirm her answer.

”What No? You don't have any right to say NO to me since you've taken the deal... just follow my orders, and that's the first rule of the deal.” Stefan said in big-boss-like tone.

”Now, take off your clothes and mine as well.”

The next command came. The tall figure sat on the couch at the foot of the bed.

Wirata gritted her teeth, to save her words and time. It's a waste to fight with this crazy man, so she should save her energy for now.

Wirata stood steadily and looked around. Saw another door that she didn't see at first, it was at the far right wall. Now the picture of the room was, there were doors at all walls.

”You shouldn't take a shower yet. Just wipe yourself, that should be enough for now. You look so... not up to taking one.”

Wirata suggested, he slid her a displeased gaze but had no words came out of his sharp mouth.

Wirata scanned his body quickly, he did look wrecked in her opinion. So if she tried to cool herself down a little and count to ten thousand very patiently, she might be able to escape. Wirata was calculating in her silent mind.

”Do it then, take off my clothes first. All of it.”

He agreed, and that surprised her a bit. Wirata hesitated for a minute, he sent her a not-waiting-all-night look. So she decided to move closer, standing in front and starting to remove his suit jacket. There, on its chest, she saw a shoe print, a big one. Wirata couldn't help but smirk a little. That must be Bernardo's big Italian leather shoe mark.

”Don't you dare to laugh at me.”

The scolded voice said, he gave her an I-see-everything-on-your-face gaze. So Wirata worked fast to take his clothes off.

She unbuttoned his white silk long sleeved shirt, then sat down on the floor and tucked his pants down the long muscled legs. His tan skin looked smooth but Wirata avoided to look at his body at all. The tops and the pants off, left the black boxers exactly where they were.

Stefan was watching the slender hands work on his body. She looked like herself now, the tough one, he must admit. She didn't fall into pieces easily. Might be frightened but didn't take long to gather herself back. He had never seen such a strong-minded woman like this one.

The ways she fought him off, it made him want to be clear to her that she couldn't win. The only reason he had made a deal with NO PLAN like this, it was because Stefan Mackenzie didn't like to lose to anybody, especially, women! And especially, the small one like this one!

”I said... all of it.” He reminded her, looking down at his boxers.

”Do it yourself.”

She said. And turned her face away with rosy cheeks. Stefan lifted a corner of his mouth with amusement. The tough woman was scared of his boxers!

”Do it here or in the bathroom?... I mean to wipe and clean yourself up.”

She asked and made it clear what she meant. For a minute he didn't say out, just staring at her with his dark unreadable eyes. She stared back.

”Bathroom.” The answer was given at the end. Wirata nodded, reminded herself to do what he said,... just for now.

So she bent down to help him stand up. Stefan wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She smelled nice as he knew, but his nose wanted to make sure, so he pretended to lose his feet and step back a little, his arm tightened, putting his face at the crook of her neck.

Hmm, it's not perfume, it's her real scent from her smooth flawless skin. Stefan breathed in the scent, couldn't help the need to taste so he used his tongue to lick her skin there. And he had to flinched because she jabbed him hard with her sharp elbow.

”Stop! Or I'll let you do it yourself!”

Wirata scolded, her face was sulky, she couldn't trust this bad mafia for a second!

”Listen! It's only me who can use this tone, okay?”

He said. Then let her dragged him to the bathroom.

Stefan felt fun to pretend to be half dead. He had never wanted to waste time to play silly games with women. For him, he played only in bed and when finished, he didn't want to repeat the same game with the same woman. That's always his way and was the way he enjoyed women.

But what he was doing at the moment, it was considered stupid and wasting time. At this time of the night, when he should have had her under his body and gained all the pleasures of her slender nice curves and blossoms by now, but instead, he let her beat him up occasionally to exchange for a little of sniffing here and there on her smelling-good body.

What the fuck he thought he's doing!