I HATE (Love) U
Adyan Mansion

A speeding Bugatti La Voiture Noire was passing on the road to Adyan's private Mansion followed by several cars behind it.

Bugatti La Voiture Noire is the most expensive car in the world.

The design of this car is very beautiful and comfortable. Let alone sitting, just looking at it is enough to be called lucky.

However, compared to this Bugatti La Voiture Noire car, Itta was more interested in the scenery outside the car window.

"Stop looking at that unattractive window."

The heavy, hoarse voice of the man at the side made Itta turn her head. Just momentary. In the next second Itta looked out the window again.

Adyan ignored. For the first time Adyan's ego is offended.

The man pulled Itta's waist closer to her. Adyan's breath hit Itta's ears, the woman stiffened on the spot.

"What the fuck?! Release!" Itta thrashed, but the embrace on her waist did not also loosen.

Adyan stared at her beautiful face without blinking. She researched every inch of beauty Itta had. Especially those natural red lips. He looked at her for a long time.

Her lips invited her to meet.

"What do you see?!" Itta immediately closed her lips using a hand realizing the direction of Adyan's eyes.

"Nothing" answered Adyan. Even so the man did not give up his sight.

Adyan's face approached, of course Itta was getting more alert.

Keep approaching.

Their faces are getting smaller. The breath sounded tight and hit warmly.

Suddenly the car stopped without warning.

Adyan closed his eyes for a while, then looked at the driver sharply.

"Is this how you drive a car?" ask the man.

"Pardon, Sir. Suddenly there was a car in front." The driver stuttered. He did not dare to look at his master's face.

"OUT!!"

Adyan's screams made the driver flinch. His body shook with just that shout.

"But Mr ...."

"KUBILANG OUT!!"

In an instant the driver got out of his car. Adyan breathed a heavy sigh. The man called someone and told him to take over the wheel.

The temperament is not good. It was just a small mistake, but his anger was uncontrollable.

However, Itta secretly thanked him. Thanks to a car that suddenly stops, 'something' does not happen.

Their journey took quite a long time.

Arriving in front of Adyan Abercio's Mansion, Itta was unable to hide his admiration.

He often saw in person various houses or even magnificent palaces in this world. However, it was only the first time Itta had seen a Mansion as grand and beautiful as this.

Illuminated by the moonlight, this mansion became even more extraordinary.

Unknowingly Itta's lips opened slightly, admiring the magnificent building created by human hands.

"You should get used to it because from now on you'll be living in this place." Adyan.

Itta immediately turned away a embarrassed face. In Adyan's eyes, maybe Itta looks like a village man.

Totally disgraceful.

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The interior of this building almost every time makes Itta amazed.

Itta looked at the mirror in front of him. His face is visible. The woman's feeling suddenly went blank.

This mansion is very interesting. But Itta still felt empty. The shadow of his family who died tragically flashed, filling and hurting his heart and mind.

It reminded him, he had not come to play around.

"Think how to set them free, then find out and get revenge on my family's death" his monologue says.

The door was knocked three times.

"Lake in."

After saying that word, several people in servant clothes entered the room.

"Good night, miss," said one of them. He bowed respectfully. "My name is Olivia. I'm a butler lady in this place."

Olivia picked up a peach-colored cloth that was in the hands of the other servants.

"This is Miss's nightgown. Wait for five minutes, I'll prepare warm water and other toiletries."

"No need," refused Itta. "I don't want to shower at night."

"If Miss is worried about health due to the night shower, take it easy we have a potion that keeps you healthy."

"Not to." Itta's pretty tired today. He just wants to sleep quickly. "I'll change my clothes, you go."

Olivia nodded for a moment. He handed her the nightgown, and went with the other servants.

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Dreams are flowers of sleep. However, sometimes dreams also appear as haunting memories.

Itta's body squirms. His face was full of sweat. His eyes opened with an irregular breath. He sits on the bed.

"Nightmare?"

Itta realized hearing a heavy, hoarse voice nearby. He looked to the side.

"You? What are you doing here?" itta asked a man who was sitting on the sofa near her bed.

"This is my Mansion. This room is also included in it. I have the right to go to this room whenever I want."

Itta's face turned away. While his breathing is still intermittent. "As far as you go."

"It's none of your business."

"You forgot that you're mine? Now everything that's your business is my business, too."

****!

Itta would love to scold him now.

In fact, even his dream became his business now?

Itta threw her breath rough. He hesitated, "yes."

He's not lying. It was a dream, even though it was a bad memory.

"What are you dreaming about, right?" ask Adyan again.

"I don't really remember" Itta lied.

Adyan nodded a few times, not discussing further.

The clumsiness occurs for a few minutes.

Itta cleared his throat for a while, trying to minimize awkwardness.

"Is there anything you want until you come to this place?" Itta asked a question.

"Nothing."

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"Then why did you come here?"

"Either wrong?"

Itta was eager to roll her eyes lazily. However, he was resistant. He can't just act in this place.

"No, this is your Mansion. You have the right to come here and I have no right to ask why."

"It's good if you're conscious."

Really, Itta is emotional. Fortunately, he was able to control his emotions.

"See what you are?"

Itta glared at the direction the man was looking at. Spontaneously he covered his chest using two hands.

Unfortunately the top of this nightwear is quite open and also thin. His defense is not enough to make his body out of Adyan's sight.

"Stop looking at him!"

Of course Adyan ignored Itta's words. It makes Itta keki himself. He felt harassed by the man's gaze.

"It turns out you're pretty big." Adyan's words were shameless.

Itta's face instantly flushed.

Itta quickly pulled out the blanket to cover her entire body until all that was left was her head.

Seeing him made Adyan unable to resist his piety.

It was funny to see this woman in front of him.

"Nothing is funny" Itta said. The woman's lips were pursed in annoyance.

Vigilance crept up when he saw Adyan approaching step by step.

"Do you want what?" tanya Itta was timid.

Adyan continued to approach, then climbed up the big bed.

Suddenly, Itta regressed his body. He tried to find a way to run, but it was difficult.

Adyan had already locked his body, confined it with both hands.

Itta gulped his saliva rough.

Adyan's face approached her. Their distance is eroded.

Itta immediately turned her face away. However, Adyan's burly hand gripped her chin and forced her to look back at the man's face.

As their eyes met again, Itta felt something soft greeting her lips.

Long their lips meet.

Itta wanted to reject her, but the man's eyes hypnotized her deeply. His eyes radiated the beauty of the night sky so Itta sunk into it.

Their lips are cut off. A satisfied smile was pinned on Adyan's face.

From this close distance, Itta could see clearly how perfect each curve of Adyan's face was.

"Very sweet. I became curious about the 'feel' of the rest of your body," Adyan said, glancing at Itta's chest.

Once again Itta cursed Adyan inwardly. The difference is now he not only curses, but also pushes the body of the man.

Enraged.

That's enough. Adyan has gone too far.

"OUT NOW!" shout Itta.

Fuck Adyan whose identity is the host, while Itta is just a guest. He doesn't care.

Adyan laughed for a moment, before finally following Itta's wishes.

After Adyan's departure, Itta rubbed his lips rough.

Again.

Her lips felt dirty again.

He's disgusted.

However, even more disgusted at him who could not resist when their lips met. Instead, Itta was fascinated by the beautiful eyes and perfect face of the man.