“Nice meeting you, Miss Ruth,” Samara greeted with a wry smile and bowed to the woman.“Please enjoy your breakfast,” she said and turned away.“Ara,” Jasson called out, which made Samara stop.“Why don't you sit here and have breakfast with us?” he invited her.“Huh?”“That's right, hija. Why don't you join us here?” Señora Olivia agreed, and three others followed.Samara hesitantly nodded as she stared at them. She returned to the table and was ready to sit on the chair at the far end. However, Jasson drew the chair next to him. Samara glanced at her young master, and when Jasson gestured for her to sit, she heaved a sigh and occupied the seat beside him.“Have you decided which strand you'll take? What degree do you want to take in college?” Samara turned to face Hannah, who had initiated the conversation.“Wait, strands? Are you in senior high school, Ara?” Ruth groaned in shock when Samara nodded.“How old are you?” “Sixteen, Miss Ruth.”“Oh, you're stature!”“Yes, that's why she
"REALLY, JASSON? You canceled our schedule just to be with that kid. She's just your maid, isn't she?" Ruth's forehead furrowed as she confronted Jasson. But just a few seconds later, her upturned eyes widened when she seemed to infer something from the look Jasson gave her."Oh no! Don't tell me... Jasson, are you out of your mind? She's only sixteen, for God's sake!" "Shut up, Ruth. What's going on in your mind?" Jasson calmly replied, his attention focused on his laptop."My instinct never fails me, Jasson. Is that why you haven't gotten married yet?""I'm not yet ready to marry, Ruth, and that is my reason.""You are not ready? Or she isn't ready yet?"Annoyed, Jasson leaned on the backrest of his chair with his arms folded, before staring blankly at the lady standing in front of his desk. "She's eighteen years younger than me, Ruth. If you see me showing any concern for her, it's because she's no different from the rest of the family. Samara is just like my younger sister," he s
“GOOD EVENING, Señor and Señora,” Samara greeted the couple she met at the dining table. “Good evening too, Hija. It’s good that you have come,” Señora Olivia replied with a smile. “Yes. I’m sorry if I was late, Señora. We had to finish something at the library.” “That’s fine, Hija. Mara informed us that you will be late for tonight. Change now and have dinner with us.” “Yes, Señora.“ Samara turned towards the kitchen, but before she could take a step, she was surprised by the presence of Jasson leaning sideways at the door frame; one arm was folded while the other hand was holding a glass. “M-Master— you’re here,” she commented. The glass's contents were downed by Jasson, who then stood tall. With a gloomy expression, he turned to face Samara after giving his wristwatch a quick glance. “It’s already past seven, Ara. Your class is until five, right?” His cold voice made Samara nervous. “S-sorry, Master. We stayed in the library after the last subject. We need to finish somethin
Samara arrived early in the classroom, but Cristine seemed to arrive earlier when she caught her resting her head on the desk of her chair. "Good morning," she greeted as she went to her seat behind her and sat down. Cristine raised her head and tilted her seat to look back at her. "What's up?" she greeted back. "I am fine." "Hmm." Cristine pulled off her hair, which blocked her face. "Is Kurt still messing with you?" Samara shook her head. "Thankfully, not anymore," she exhaled a sigh of relief. Cristine gives it a thumbs up. "Although they made a deal with Jayson, it's a good thing you didn't accept it because you had no idea what they could do to you," Cristine says. Samara gave a bright and sincere grin and said, "Yeah, I'm really thankful to Jayson. Thank you." She was quite happy when she began to sense a connection with Cristine. As Jayson had said before, Cristine was thoughtful. Simply put, she's not the type of person to pretend to be close to someone they've just met
Ruth licked Jasson’s earlobe. “You can still play with me if you're reserved; play with me while she blooms,” she said flirtily as she gently caressed his arm.Jasson was dumbfounded by Ruth’s proposal. He shook his head in disbelief as he removed her playful hand. He maneuvered the steering wheel into the Luther's Empire condotel's basement parking lot and parked it in the space reserved for him. He would just send her to his pad, and he would leave as well to come home to his mansion.He carried Ruth out of the car and walked toward the elevator.“Uhmmm, come on, Jasson. I'm craving for you,” Ruth who was half asleep muttered and caressed Jasson’s broad chest.Jasson sighed as he exited the elevator as the metal door opened and stepped on the lone unit on that floor.He carried Ruth on his shoulder like a sack to be able to put his thumb on the door lock device to open it. Then he continued to the only room in his unit. The light turned on by itself when he entered, but as he reache
“GOOD morning, baby”Samara came to a halt when she entered the kitchen and saw her Master Jasson standing in front of the gas range, dressed in black jogging pants and a black apron. He was half-facing her, holding the frying ladle in his right hand and the frying pan on top of the stove.She reluctantly went to the fridge to get a carton of fresh milk. Samara was surprised to see her master this morning. She assumed that he would simply drop her off and then return to her condo to join Ms. Ruth. And when she remembered how she had treated him the night before, she couldn't look him in the eyes.“Hmmm, my baby is still mad at me, huh?”Samara gets chilled by the rough yet sexy tone of her master's voice, which made her hands tremble as she accepted the glass he handed her.“I'm not angry,” she denied without looking at him.“Hmmm, just disgusted?” Jasson turned off the stove and faced Samara when he didn't hear an answer. He chuckled as he noticed her pouting in the corner. He crouch
THE three boys were setting up the desktop computer while Samara searched the bookshelves for books they could use as references. However, Elizha and Cristine seem to have their own world thrilling in their seat.“I really can't imagine! I thought Ara was just too humble when she said she was just a butler's daughter. And what's more exciting, the eldest Luther is the one she serves! OMG! If I were here, I would gladly be a slave too!” Cristine exclaimed.Samara couldn't believe that her friend had such a personality. She knew Cristine for being talkative but not so vulgar.“Hmmm! And you know what? Until now, Ate Gerlie couldn't get over him! She says she didn't see Master Jasson at the exclusive bar where they met anymore. And to think that I've only seen him in magazines in his formal attire, but hell, the garter of my undies loosened when I saw how handsome he is. Then boom! Who would have thought I'd have a chance to enter his house and see him wearing just his swim shorts? My Go
SAMARA dashed down the stairs to the ground floor. She was panting as she reached the mansion's main door. She brushed her hair with her fingers, calmed herself, and adjusted the strap of her body bag on her shoulder before heading to the garage.She was stunned when she saw her Master Jasson leaning on the driver’s seat door while playing with his keys with his fingers.Jasson turned his gaze toward her the moment he noticed her. “You don't need to hurry, baby.”“You'll be late if I don’t hurry, Master. The road to university and Luther's Empire were opposite. You have to take a U-turn to get to your place. So, if I slow down, you will be late,” Samara explained.Jasson turned to the shotgun seat and opened the door for Samara. “Maybe you forget who I am?” he said after he got in the driver’s seat.Samara raised her brow and said, “You are the CEO, the Boss. And I never forget that. That's why you should set a better example for your employees. If you are always on time, they will be