Slaved To A BEAST

Chapter 4

When Tayakey came to a trembling stop, she flinched, barely able to stand, and with no strength in her legs, she had to sit on the ground. Marco was no different from her, for he was now almost burnt to death.

Her sweetness remained on the tip of her tongue, her fleshy smell remained on the tip of her nose, her charm remained on emotion, and above all, he wanted her until her torso became hot.

Tayakey regained all consciousness amid the difficulty and slammed him in the face with shame until her big round eyes were welled with tears as she looked up .

"I must be humble to do so..."

The little girl's assertion made Marlowe turn around, and he exhaled a sigh of relief , an uncomfortable feeling that made the sight clearer.

"I won't apologize for my intentions..."

He spoke in a strong voice, and he bent down to lift his emaciated body up. Despite the girl's resistance, Marco used his strength to hold her in his arms again, and when the elevator door opened, he lifted her up.

"I thought you were a real good person, you needed something in return, and you were an opportunist."

He blushed, twisted and shook, but did not let go. He led her to a beautiful black sports car, and when he got there, the security guard bowed his head in salute, but it did not scare her. It's like hearing the security guard say the president.

"The President"

Tayakey looked up, wide-eyed, and looked at him doubtfully, but was answered with a trembling smile, before he grabbed her, stuffed her into the car, and sat in the driver's seat.

The little girl turned and looked at the security guard who was standing there, looking blankly at her and asking for help, but everything seemed suddenly black, for before she could say anything, a beautiful car drove away at high speed. She was so quick that she clung to the door.

"If you are afraid, fasten your seat belt."

A strong voice drifted into her ears. The girl stared at him, staring in her eyes, indicating that she knew she couldn't understand him. The man vented his smile and pulled up slowly on the side of the road.

"Come on, I'll let..."

Marco turned to Tayakey who tried to avoid him, thinking that he would offend.

"I'll fasten your seat belt. Don't be afraid."

He spoke kindly, unlike what he had done to her in the elevator, for it was hot, savage, erotic and never felt.

"Thank you, I've never been on a car like I am now, but sometimes I've been in a hurry," Marco thanked with a shy smile, and replied with a gentle smile.

"My car is like a taxi … don't tell me you've never taken a taxi."

Tayakey bowed her head. She knew how humble she was. If he is the sky, she is only a humble land.

"I usually prefer walking and can also exercise, but if the day is in a hurry and there is no choice, I will take the bus, taxi? Never had the money."

She smiled at him as if the world was so bright, though the heart was so painful, though she once thought she was satisfied with what she had, but when she really put herself into it. Like all aspiring people, she wants to get rich.

"I really like your life …" he praised sincerely as he drove the car away with the throttle.

Tayakey secretly glanced at his handsome face, and then felt distressed that he didn't love her well. As a result, she was startled by a male god who looked and stood like him.

He is the owner of the department store where she works. . . This is what she recently learned from the security guard in front of the mall.

He is handsome and rich.

Maybe she did merit with gold in a previous life, so now she is qualified to approach him like this.

But his kindness doesn't include what he did to her in the elevator.

"You must like it very much, because you haven't heard such jokes since you were born."

"What I think is exactly what I say. Believe me, I never look at a person with status, but at a person with action. When I see you, I can say that you are a good man." He looked away from the wide street and gave her a look.

"More importantly, I like good people..."

Her little heart grew uncontrollably swollen, her cheeks rosy, and his words, like astringents, magically diluted his deep inferiority complex.

"I'm not a good person, at least I sleep during working hours..."

Marco laughed. "I don't think this job is suitable for a beautiful person like you. I have come up with a job that suits you, and I will tell you. Go and do it now."

"Don't worry about me, because even if you help me, I have nothing to repay you," Tayakey said thoughtfully.

"I got a reward from you … I kissed you, don't you remember?"

He reminded her of everything she wanted to forget, and the thought of what had happened in the elevator made her body extremely anxious, which was no different from Marco, for he was a steaming man. I tasted the sweetness from her full slender mouth, and it was boiling all the time.

"..."

The little girl, the big shy words seeping into her skin and making her cheeks red, felt a terrible danger and danced in the atmosphere.

"Which way is next?" At the big crossroads, Marco turned and asked for directions.

"Turn left and you'll be there..."

She pointed to the way to the house where she lived, the slum, or some people call it a slum, and this is where she lives.

Soon, his beautiful sports car stopped at her door. Mark looked at the narrow path, which might not even stop bicycles. The young man looked away and stopped at a big sign at the door.

Baan Klongtoey community. . . .

Tayakey glanced with her keen eyes before explaining with shrill voice.

"I live in this slum. Thank you very much for seeing me off. Goodbye."

The woman bent down and tried to unbuckle her seat belt, but because she was unfamiliar and unskilled, she could only press it at will.

Although I never cared how humble she would be … why did she care so much to him? She couldn't stand it if he laughed and hated her like everyone else.

But unexpectedly, his expression and his sharp eyes didn't show any meaning. . .

"I give you..."

He leaned, stretched out a stout hand, slid to unbuckle his seat belt, and his handsome face bowed towards her.

"Don't get out of the car, because I will come in."

His words shattered her soul, and she had haunted her ever since seeing his face kicked with a stout foot by a handsome man. She turned around and looked at him in amazement.

He doesn't dislike her at all. . . His round eyes flashed with joy.

The man laughed laughably. "I'm worried about you..."

"But..."

"No, but I'll walk in, hear clearly and get out of the car."

He repeated it clearly, in a deep tone, indicating that he didn't want to offend her.

"It's not appropriate for you... well, president." I just remembered who he is.

Marco bit his chin tightly before speaking in a rude voice.

"Now I'm Mr. Mark, the only man. Don't divide classes now. Let's go. I'm ready." Her hand gripped round wrist thick, revealing a very intimate feeling, which made her uncomfortable.

She did not believe that he had done it out of his heart, and that his heart needed nothing in return, but it was strange what could a poor man like her have for him?

Except. . . The incident in the elevator reminded him of what he wanted.

She! ! !

No way. Prostitution is the last resort in her life.

"If you don't mind, make yourself at home."