Ethan smirked widely. He then engulfed her in his warm embrace and whispered, “...I won’t just hold your hand through that rough pathway babe but also pleasure and banged the hell out of you on our way until we successfully encounter them all...”
Izzabelle’s twirling emotions vanished and were replaced by deep amusement as she heard her man’s promising yet flustering words. She chuckled playfully and hit him on his sturdy chest, “...pervert bastard!”
“There... there, you must be okay now babe...” he wiped her tears with his thumb, “don’t cry again okay? We won’t be separated again, remember that...” he kissed her forehead then and Izzabelle snuggled towards him closer absorbing his warmth.
“I think we should proceed to our location now, it’s getting la
Ethan leaned over towards his woman’s shoulder like a child and pouted. “You still don’t want to tell me everything...” “Hmmm? What else do you want to know?” Izzabelle raised her left hand and hold it onto her man’s face pressing it more against her shoulder. The man snaked his right arm and hold onto his woman’s naked waist under the water bubbles. “I wanna know how you become like this babe... I’m so confused...” he then moved his hands underwater and draws circles on her back trying to tickle his woman. “Damn it, Ethan! Seriously? Stop what you are doing now baby and let’s head to the shower... I’m showing you something.” She then stood up from her spot and dragged her man towards the shower.
Ethan and Izzabelle were snuggling to each other at the soft cozy bed while taking their time filling pieces of information on each other’s confusion. “Babe, where did you get your subordinates? I noticed that they all looked young...” he asked as he stroked his woman’s dumped hair. It became his hobby lately. “It's our... And I got them from the different streets in this continent and the others were from the orphanage...” she responded casually. “You mean to say that... they, they are all homeless?” Ethan’s voice trembled as he inquired. He felt deep sympathy for the young lads too. Same as his woman, he also has a huge heart! “Yes, they are... You know I’m craving for a brother be
The female big boss grinned mysteriously while brewing something bigger and different on her mind. This was her team’s very awaited moment to execute their plan. Only then if they could get the silver file, they could carry on their mission ahead. They would sweep off every member of the AW Organization in just a few blinks of an eye. The couple was now settling their tired bodies on the sofa after their ‘punishing session’ came and done. They were supposed to be sleeping at this very hour but the masquerade ball was depriving them to do so. Lots of plans are needing their full attentions to organize. “Baby, we must find something to wear...” she nudged him on his arm as he was looking so lost in his train of thoughts. “Babe, I forgot to remind you...
Izzabelle was plopping comfortably on her bed while sleeping. Her gentle snores of tiredness rebated into her man’s ears. She would also lick her delectable lips from time to time. Ethan was delightfully amused while watching his woman’s funny movements. He was itching to capture his woman’s lips and suck her breath but he restrained himself from doing it. His woman needed so much energy for the masquerade ball tonight to accomplish something. Besides, he doesn’t have the heart to interrupt her rest again. ‘Hold your damned horses' dude...’ he muttered to himself inwardly. He looked at Izzabelle’s bedside clock then stood upright cautiously and carefully. His eyes roamed around and found his woman’s wardrobe. He rummage inside and found a white unisex
Izzabelle entered the bathroom ahead of her man. She turned on the faucet and let the warm water fall on her head down to her body. She felt utterly disgusted when she recalled her nightmare. Why was she dreamed of that disgusting scene? She closed her eyes and tried to let the water wash down her anguishing feeling. She must look for her Master to clarify it! But how? She didn’t have any idea how... she was helpless and she heated it! “Tell me, what’s bothering you, babe...” Ethan had followed her immediately as he noticed that she was flustered and distracted. He twirl her body around to face him, “...look into my eyes and tell me, what’s bothering you please...” he begged helplessly as to let her open up her mind and connect it to him.
Ethan’s consoling and comforting words did a good effect to calm Izzabelle’s nerves down. But her anxiety was killing her inside. Why was she dreamt of that creepy man? Who was that? The thought of being raped in her dream made her throw up! Disgust and frustration were now mixing in her heart. She must get rid of it! She was determined! “Feelin’ better?” Ethan was stroking her long hair while leaning himself at the wide couch. “I’m fine now baby...” she lied. Until she found out the old man’s identity, she would hide everything from her man in the meantime. She couldn’t put him under pressure with her issues for now. “Then we must head out to Larra’s shop...” he reminded her gently.
On their way to the MZ hotel... “Babe, why are we wearing these annoying contacts? I felt so uncomfortable with it...” the male boss complained helplessly at his woman who is wearing a mysterious grin plastered on her red-painted lips. He wanted to wipe out and lick all her red lipstick but he couldn’t because he was driving at the very moment. “Baby, you have to bear with it for a few hours until we finally get what we want...” she responded soothingly. She then rummage her purse and took out something from it. It was a white little pill. “Open up your mouth and take this please...” she cautiously brought it to his mouth and let him chew it for a while longer.
At exactly 19:00 hours... a series of glass clinking sounds ranged through the whole luxurious decorated venue which indicates that the masquerade ball had officially begun. The whole area was filled with different mysterious personalities clad in their elegant tuxedos and fancy evening gowns with their own desired masks. Those men in their elegant tuxedos and masks were all looked like princes who had walked out from a famous fairytale book to search for their princesses in the ball. Clang! Clang! Clang! “A mysterious evening ladies and gentlemen