Slaved To A BEAST

Chapter 5

The girl took him down the muddy path, and wanted to see his expression, but what she saw was a feeling of indifference, and he took out a lollipop key, and then he turned and looked at her. The two eyes were together as if surrounded by an electromagnetic field, and their feelings for him glimpsed in his mind, and then flashed clearly in his beautiful eyes.

"Don't peek at me, the girl is embarrassed." A beautiful smile curled up his mouth. The girl looked down shyly and looked at her walking feet.

"What's your name? I didn't introduce myself after chatting for a long time." He asked as he walked to an old wooden bridge across sewage and entered the rented house.

"Was it me..." The little girl said with a smile, like I can't believe what I heard.

The perfect man like him asked the name of a woman lower than her.

What the hell is this? . .

"My name is Taya Key, you can call me whatever you want... take your time. The wood is too old and you are too big."

She cried hastily when she saw him stepping on an old wooden bridge, for he would hate her to death if he fell into the muddy water.

"Tayakey is still a lovely name? Then I'll call it. It sounds sweet."

"Suit yourself, but let's hurry over, I'm afraid you will fall into the water."

Mark Lollipop smiled and said, "Don't worry about me, I can swim, and I'm not that heavy. Two boards, even if they rot, walk carefully and won't fall off. Trust me."

Yes, he said, for he was soon able to walk to the other side, and Tayakey followed him.

"Where is your house?" He asked curiously.

"There, the third is a house with a red roof." Marco followed and saw a medium-sized house, not too old, which showed that she was not as angry as he had imagined.

"Is it your home?"

"No, I rent him two thousand a month." The girl smiled at him before inviting him into the house.

"Go and have a glass of water, if you don't mind."

In fact, she just wanted to be with him a little longer. She wanted to be with a man she was willing to jump into the pit of love he had dug, and she had been waiting for a long time. She looked up, expecting an answer. I was afraid that he would refuse, because maybe he would spit secretly in her heart now.

"Even if you don't invite me, I'll have to go in …" There was a sweet smile in his ears, and from his beautiful face she knew how satisfied she was with his answer.

Marco stared into the girl's face and smiled. Her thoughts are clearly displayed on her face, just like TV.

She likes him!

Marco can see it. . . He can't deny that he wants her, but he can't give an answer yet.

Sexual partners. . . Comfort women, your mistress or your mother.

"Come on, I really want to drink some cold water …" Tayakey's emaciated feet, just about to take him into the house, then turned around and smiled ridiculously at The man.

"I don't have a refrigerator, just ordinary water."

Marco, a little stunned, hurriedly tore her smile at the ashamed little girl, and felt guilty because it strengthened her poverty.

"I can drink any water, I'm not picky anyway..."

The girl smiled at him before taking him into the house. The young man was frustrated by his discovery. He is rich, but the poor in this community. Ten thousand dollars can support them for several months.

Especially his beautiful little girl. . . Because she is hardworking and good at spending money.

Tonight, he wants to sleep. What job is suitable for her? Most importantly, he must let him see her for 24 hours.

Marco stared at the document handed to him by the private detective an hour ago with a satisfied smile. The private detective he ordered his secretary to contact this morning worked faster than expected. Because he asked for 8:00 in the morning, it is 11:30 now, but he has his personal information in his hand.

Despite knowing that this is wrong, it is not uncommon, is it? If he finds a woman he likes, because it will reassure him. Tayakey is different from all the women he's been through.

The young man slowly opened the document in front of him with his thick hands, and his keen eyes quickly stuffed the details of his message into his brain.

Taya Key was born 22 years old and has two siblings, one named Tisha, one named Titham and one named Titham's little brother. Mother died of alcoholism, and father had no information. She graduated from the third grade of high school. She works as a waitress in a hotel in Ladprao area and as a cleaning staff in a company at night. If an employee suddenly leaves, she will be fired.

"Are you only temporary? I thought you were doing it all the time," the young man muttered in surprise, and continued to read her biography until the last page.

When he finished reading this book, he soon realized that his life was so different.

He is rich, but she is poor and has little food to eat.

He is cold, but she is warm and optimistic.

He is willful, but she is willing to sacrifice.

Like parallel lines. . . But he needs her.

"Even if we were different, I wouldn't let you go."

Before a warm smile appeared on the corners of the mouth, He gave a thoughtful expression. Such a smile was rare on this handsome face, but he did not know how many times he had smiled when he met her. He and your smiley face are long-term enemies.

His fantasy returned to the elevator, and he kissed her.

Her lips were plump, sweet, her lungs smelled of a maiden, like the scents of all kinds of flowers and plants, her skin was smooth, and her hands were charming.

When his body became tense, he let out a heavy breath. Suddenly his blood rushed to his thought, what would he do if she were naked now? His jaw is closed tightly. Masculinity becomes terrible.

In fact, he could barely control himself last night and he had to summon from every part of his brain to stop you pushing her against the elevator wall and then obeying the idea of tearing her tights off his body.

And. . . Buried his body deeply in the body he guessed he had to find someone who could drive him mad. He will come up with a way to deal with it, and he will let it satisfy his wishes.

Marco moved to relieve the discomfort in his leg socket, then stretched out a thick hand, picked up his mobile phone and stuck it to his ear.

When the personnel manager answered the phone, Marco immediately gave the order in the usual way.

"I want to add a secretary position to the organization chart. Mr. Supawadee helped me sort out my resume, so I don't need to recruit. I already have my people."

"But Mr. Mark already has Mr. Napaporn as his secretary."

"Mr. Nok is the secretary who sits in the front of the room, but my identity is that he will sit in the room with me and walk around with me to fulfill my orders."

The tone of the command is plain, as if have been practicing since he opened his eyes to see the world. The handsome face drags the dirt, still cold and has no feeling, and at the same time keeps cutting off the interlocutor's phone, waiting for the other party to ask anything more. Put the phone in place first.

He knew the position was redundant, but he still wanted to see her at any time, only knowing that he wanted to see her face.

This is not love. . . You can't fall in love with someone just in front of you.

It's just a man's nature. . .

"Let's do this."

A tense tone came faintly from the wavy lips, which was no different from the sound of breathing.

An unmanageable disaster is approaching, and he can't cope with it.