ALITA'S SECRET
Chapter 29

Alita blinked her heavy eyes. Realized not in his room.

"Well! I'm what's here? What time is it? Huh huh? It's ten o'clock. This is Master's room. I'll cook again, and then you wait. Veni's still in the kitchen." He hurried down from the bed and out of the room.

Down to the first floor, he sees Arkan in the living room on a video call with Clara.

Their conversation is less heard but Alita can catch a glimpse of Clara who is so sexy with her red lips lit up.

Alita is silent considering often finding lipstick marks in Arkan's room.

Why should I be sad? Am I ready, sir? Alita wants to cry.

I don't know why he's nervous if there's a woman close to Arkan. He jealous.

Because of Arkan's special treatment of him he got carried away.

But...

Looks like Arkan likes sexy women who make up thick.

He ran into the room.

Arkan heard footsteps in the back.

"Clara, I'm closed. Be careful on the road."

"Thanks for all, Arkan.."

As soon as the connection was cut, Arkan let out a sigh of relief as Clara decided to return to America.

Because of the incident he was 'threatened', according to Mr. Jason Clara experienced a dark phobia. Every dark she screamed at the shadow of the woman carrying the knife.

Arkan thinks it happened because Clara was close to him.

Seeing the door to the back open, he was sure Alita had returned to the room.

"Three-hour-old Alita fainted. Hopefully he's okay." Arkan knocked on Alita's bedroom door.

"Al, open the door."

There's no answer.

"Alita, you're okay, right? You fainted long enough. We're going to the hospital."

There's no answer yet.

Chequek.

Door opens.

"Alita, you.." Arkan's words stopped gaping in shock at the sight before him.

"Alita, jesus! You what the fuck!?"

Alita wears minimal clothes and wears thick makeup. His eyes glazed over and flashed a grievous smile.

"What do you mean?" Arkan shock was not playfully confused with the woman in front of him who was changing her mood.

Alita. "I used to see lipstick in Master's room. So I thought, you only like women in sexy clothes and make up thick like this."

Arkan did not think Alita was childish.

"I'm jealous, sir. My sorry. Sorry I don't know myself. But I..." He sobbed until his mask spilled out leaving a black mark.

Arkan breathed heavily. "You don't do this." He led Alita into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

Using a cotton swab and facial cleanser, Arkan helps remove the thick makeup with tears Alita endlessly shed.

As soon as it was clean, he stared fixedly at the beautiful woman beside him.

"Why are you doing this, Al?" Arkan wiped away the tears on his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, sir. I can't control my feelings. L am... I fell in love with Sir. I was jealous and angry at the thought of Mr. being with another woman. Sorry I don't know myself. I should have realized I was just ART. But being with you lately makes me happy" explained Alita, sobbing.

Afraid Arkan fired him for being annoying.

"You don't have to go this far, Alita. I like to see you for who you are. You don't need to be someone else."

Alita looked at Arkan sayu.

Arkan hugged her tightly.

Inexhaustible with the way Alita expresses her feelings. Always surprised Arkan.

As soon as their skin touches, there are vibrations that make the heart pound more excited.

Arkan couldn't help it anymore, instantly breaking Alita's body in bed and pouncing on her without hesitation.

"Sinotnnn..." Alita grips Arkan's powerful arms once she realizes they are going through a long hot night.

Arkan devoured Alita's lips so greedily. He had lost his mind, his desire to wrangle once Alita expressed her feelings.

Their hands are clinging to their heads.

In an instant clothes were strewn across the floor.

There are only two people who combine love to make the bed sway great.

"Twelve...."

"Allen..."

"Dee.oldenannn.."

"Say my name Alita.."

"Sir Arkaaaannnn....."

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