Slaved To A BEAST

Chapter 8

The next morning Tayakey decided not to obey Marco's orders, for after last night's deliberations she concluded that if he did it again she would not come near him again. She can't refuse her demands on him any longer.

Therefore, what she should do most is to work in restaurants as usual. Although she feared his anger, she could not tolerate him buying her identity with money or comfort.

Just look and you'll know what he wants.

He wants to sleep with her, wants a woman like her to be a mistress, or just a comfort woman for a night's sleep, and then it's over.

He is very rich, very rich, what you want, you use money to buy everything you want, even a person, but only one thing money can't buy.

Love.

Even with so much money, you can't force your heart to sell your love.

Marco raised his right wrist and looked at the luxurious watch. His eyes were fixed on the second hand, his jaw was closed, and his face was handsome and terrible.

It's already eleven o'clock. . . He has been waiting for three hours?

Ironically. . . People like Marco who have little working time spend precious time waiting for a mother with low social cost.

"Damn it!" The young man sent out generations of anger when he said dirty words.

I was angry that I ignored her, and I was angry that although her heart was hard, she jumped in and knocked on the door, but her heart was indifferent.

In the end, I was very angry. . . Angry that she disobeyed his orders. . .

The young man got up from his black leather chair, stretched out his heavy hand, picked up his dark suit, draped it over his shoulder, and left his office at a long pace. Along the way, a smell of anger hangs over Marco's big house.

He'll bring her back to punish her. . . Contrary to his orders.

On hot days, people crowded into a medium-sized restaurant where many people were working, mostly men. Because the boss here only accepts female employees, they must be beautiful to be eligible to work in this restaurant.

A woman was embarrassed to probe her body into the uniform of this shop. Although I have worn it several times, I am not happy to wear this dress once. The white sleeveless suspender top and black over-the-knee skirt look more like a woman selling meat than a woman serving food.

Tayakey sighed heavily as her skinny hands tried to pull the skirt into place. If possible, she really wanted to cover the skirt, because when she saw a man's eyes fixed on her curve. I tried to press my shame under my feet, and then I slipped over my cheeks.

"What are you doing? The guests are already crowded." A salesgirl dressed like her poked her head out and cried in a dissatisfied tone. Tayakey hurriedly bowed her head to apologize and asked her to stick the rubber on her face as thickly as possible. When she needs money, what should she do before going with her colleagues? This is the only store that pays hundreds of baht more than other stores.

Or is she wrong? . . Not going to see Marco according to his wishes?

"Here, to the table."

A large tray with some pretty dishes on it, her hand stretched out, her mouth closed, and then looked at a table full of men, into which she had to put these things. The thought of the eyes of the bison grazing on himself made Tayakey so creepy that he couldn't even walk his legs.

It's better than a prostitute. . .

Tayakey looked at her short skirt above her knees, looked at herself uneasily, grabbed the tray with one hand, and tried to pull the small skirt down and let it grow on the white legs. As much of yourself as possible, but it's still short.

The young lady inhaled with her big lungs, gathered all the parts of her body on her legs, and then she would step forward smiling. The rule of this restaurant is always to fight for money with a smile.

"I don't think you'd like to dress like that."

Her skinny body limped to her feet, and when she heard the familiar sounds and the screams of her mother, her spine suddenly cooled, and her body was startled by what she saw.

Marco. . .

The happy smile flashed only for a moment on her beautiful face, for her blood froze when she saw a man's ruthless expression. Condensed like polar ice.

"This is the first time I've missed..."

The flame was burning inside, watching her body with angry eyes.

He's upset, no. . . He was angry, his granite-like body trembled, and he felt as if he had been humiliated when his things were shown to him by others.

"..."

Being speechless, I feel like a drowning man.

The shame of his cynical look caused him to loosen the tray from his hand amid the frightened cries of the girls next to him, which made her even more afraid. Two feet hurried back.

Facing him is like poking straw into the fire, because she is burning anyway. Better hide, find a place to hide, away from his MoMo disappointed eyes. Create more shame before the tears of shame come out.

"Your work is really good. This is what I refuse to give you."

He growled, his big, hot claws clutching her upper arm. The girl tried to shake him, but he stretched out his hand more tightly, and his eyes were tearful with pain.

"Let go, you have no right to do so."

He whispered, gnashing his teeth, watching everyone around him stare at her while he. . . The only eye without an appointment.

"Don't say that to me, you won't be doing this job for a second … Tayakey."

His stiff chin, the angry sound of his stiff brown fingers, was going to burn her to death.

"Stop showing it to me like a prostitute."

He slammed her in the face with cynical words. It stung her heart deeply. The tears she tried to hide came out as he struggled in the strong arms he wanted.

"I need money!"

As she entered the strong arms she called him back fiercely, and his shame spread over her forehead, and the pain shot into her heart like a burning arrow.

She laughed loudly as a stout hand ripped the luxurious charcoal suit from her torso, and then forced to cover her skinny body with an almost explosive frustration.

"If you don't want to be called a prostitute."