You'll Be Mine
Massage invites desire

"You have work tomorrow morning. Better, you rest there," Sumirah told the four young masters who were seated worrying about their first brother.

"But, Bu~"

"Young master Zoe .. there's a mother here. Young master Zayden would do nothing. You're used to seeing him like this, aren't you?"

"What Mom said, it's true. Kay, aren't you filming in Bali tomorrow morning? Ian and Zoe, you have to go to work tomorrow. So, go to bed there. I'm going to go to my room, too" Aaron said.

The man was still thinking about Zayden's attitude. He had never seen the elder brother care so much about someone, let alone a girl. What Zay did to Zesa was different from the attitude of an employer to a domestic assistant.

Is it possible, Brother Zay also likes Zesa? Ck! It feels very impossible. When many of the tycoon's children and the son of the official scrambled to be his wife, Mr. Zay did not respond.

Aaron was still struggling with his thoughts until he arrived at the room. It was three in the morning and he could not close his eyes. Although, he had already laid himself down, closed his eyes, but he still could not sleep.

In Zayden's room, Sumirah looked sleepy. He fell asleep sitting next to Zayden's bed holding a small towel. Zesa could not bear to see the middle-aged woman was exhausted.

"Bus …. I sleep in the room. Let Zesa compress the young master" he said slowly.

"It's okay?"

"It's okay, Mom. Zesa was asleep this afternoon" the girl replied, carrying a plastic container. "Mom just go to the room. Zesa wants to add hot water."

"Hem .. please take good care of him" Sumirah said before parting with Zesa at the end of the stairs.

The girl doesn't understand Zayden. If it hurts so much, wouldn't it be better to be hospitalized? Why choose to endure pain?

Zesa dipped her hand, measuring the temperature of the water in the plastic container. Feeling that the temperature was right, he took her to Zayden's room. The man who was in the middle of the bed was still grimacing in pain.

"Wouldn't you go to the hospital, young master? Your disease is quite severe like it," said Zesa, squeezing a towel dipped in warm water.

"If you don't want to take care of me, just go. There's no need to persuade me to go to the hospital" Zayden said with great difficulty. His face was deathly pale with cold sweat that kept coming out.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Zesa nodded heavily. He just wanted to see the man healthy again. Was he wrong to do that?

"You're as stubborn as I am. I ... I told you to be quiet, but you ... still talk a lot," replied Zayden. He reversed all of Zesa's words.

They both have similarities, equally stubborn. Zesa relented, as it was impossible to go against Zay's orders continuously. He was looking for wind oil, but in Zay's room there was no such thing.

"I'll massage you. It may not be able to heal, but it can relieve some of the pain. Um ... I have to take the oil in my room for a while," said the girl as she ran out.

Zayden stared at the back covered in straight hair and a nightgown. His lips smiled thinly. Just looking at his back, he felt his heart thump.

"Ch ... it's so weird" he murmured.

Not long after, the girl had already returned with the massage oil in her hands. He always carries oil with a picture of wasps on the outside of the bottle. Zesa often experienced the same thing, so he always brought massage oil, antacids, and pain relievers.

"Are you sure you can do that? Massaging ... doesn't it need expertise? Besides, I'm a man. The energy of a woman with a small body like yours, will have no effect on me."

Zesa refused to answer. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and put a little oil on the back of the man's feet. Her lentic fingers began massaging between Zayden's toes. Zesa looked for the nerve point she was going to massage, after finding the point, she began to massage it vigorously.

"ACH!" Zayden shouted to his feet. "Would you help me or torture me?" zayden asked as he pulled his foot out of Zesa's hand.

"Who has underestimated the energy of a little woman like me? That's the standard reflexology I put out. If it's another man, he can hold it to the maximum extent of my power" Zesa said.

The sneer made Zayden feel slighted. He straightened his legs back. Zesa was about to leave, but Zay held her back.

"You're used to leaving people in pain like this, aren't you?"

Zayden grumbling. He held onto Zesa's little finger, holding the girl to stay there. Moreover, he felt a slight change in his stomach.

"I fear being reported to the police for mistreating my employer" Zesa said subtly.

"I .. where it might be," he murmured softly.

Zayden Uno Wicaksana, the most mature of the four young masters, looked like a child sulking at his mother. Zesa was eager to laugh at how adorable the man dubbed the refrigerator was walking by his own younger siblings. However, he had to endure it, even if it was really funny.

"I'll massage it more slowly. You, please take off my finger" Zesa said with a blush. His heart rate has been going up since the man held his little finger. However, Zesa tried to control it as much as possible.

"Sorry" said Zayden. He lay back down. He had to admit, the pain in his stomach was slightly reduced.

She ... can really do reflexology. This little girl is very good at doing homework, cooking, and also massaging. Isn't that the perfect woman to be a wife? Holy hooch! What was I thinking?

Zayden shook his head. A strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He imagined the girl to be his life partner. How could an anti-woman Zayden suddenly want a wife?

Zesa watched Zayden who closed his eyes and shook his head many times. The girl thought, Zay is in pain. It reduces the strength of his hand massage.

The deg!

Zayden's heart stopped beating for a moment. Zesa who reduced the strength of his massage, it now feels like she is stroking between her toes. As a normal adult male, his desire was stirred, and the junior squirmed down there.

Damnit damnit! What's that girl doing? I ... can't help it.'

Grep's!

Zayden pulled Zesa's hand from his leg. His breath was hunting, like a wolf running after a rabbit. They stared at each other with hard-to-understand gazes.

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