Love and Revenge of Mr. Mafia
First Touch

Hideo comes to Fayza's room which is still open and looks like Na-eun is about to come out carrying an empty cup of sweet tea from the girl's request.

"Na-eun, you're only here in an hour." Hideo looked coldly at the nurse girl.

"Alright Mr. Park" replied Na-eun obediently.

Hideo went into Fayza's room and closed the door and locked it. Fayza was surprised to see the man and looked at him suspiciously.

"What do you want?" ask Fayza who took the essential oil to massage her legs. Daewoon's doctor suggested that he rub the oil twice a day and now Fayza walks over to a sofa that has been covered with cloth so that the dripping oil is not directly exposed.

"Why do you know who invented the helicopter?" hideo asked coldly while following where the girl was walking.

"Jan Bahyl?" Fayza put her body on the couch. This afternoon Fayza was wearing a wool skirt.

"Yes." Yeah."

Fayza laughs. "I don't know myself. Now, tell me Mr. Park. Was I a teacher until I found out who invented the helicopter?"

Hideo sat on the small sofa opposite Fayza with his cold face.

"You're not a teacher."

"Then? What was I before?" Fayza began applying the essential oil to his long limbs.

"Only a woman who likes to read." Hideo painstakingly swallowed his saliva when he saw the way Fayza applied the lavender fragrant essential oil.

Just realized that Fayza's legs are long and smooth.

"Hmmm. Am I like Wikipedia running?" tanya Fayza ignored Hideo's strange gaze.

"That nation. What else do you remember?" ask Hideo in a strange tone.

"I don't remember when we got married. Where and how long has it been?" Fayza looked at Hideo.

"We got married in Las Vegas a year ago." Hideo had already prepared the answer that would be given if Fayza asked.

"Las Vegas?" Fayza's blue eyes looked in wonder at the cold-faced man. "Why did we get married there? Does my family disagree?"

Hideo shook his head. "Your families are all dead. We got married in Las Vegas because it's easy to do."

"I'm an orphan?" ask Fayza again. "Then the man called..."

"I told you not to talk about other men!" snapped Hideo. "That's just your dream!"

The girl jumped to hear Hideo's scream and almost spilled the essential oil she was holding but she was already able to control herself.

"good. I will not bring up my dream" said Fayza quietly in a flat tone while putting a bottle of essential oil on the table.

Hideo stared coldly at Fayza who was again busy massaging his legs. "What else do you want to ask."

"Nothing" replied Fayza coldly.

Hideo then moved his seat to the long sofa where Fayza was and took the girl's smooth legs and placed them on her thighs.

"What do you want?" ask Fayza confused.

"Mass your legs!" Hideo also slowly massaged the white leg.

"Wear the mat first, Hide, your trousers will get stained with oil." Fayza took the cloth made from the base and was about to put it on Hideo's thigh.

Hideo lets Fayza put the cloth over his thigh and the man can breathe the fragrant between lavender and green tea from Fayza's body.

"It's over!" said Fayza, whose position is sitting with her legs on Hideo's thighs.

Think of it like this, Gaeesss

Hideo then slowly massaged Fayza's beautiful limbs. In his heart, Hideo cursed something urgent in the middle of his groin. Damnit damnit! Just like this, I'm standing by mine!

"Hideo" called Fayza who was staring at her flat but unobstructed her face flushed red looking at her legs held by a foreign man claiming to be her husband.

"What's? I pressed your leg too much?"

"No. Can you ask me a general question?"

"Why?"

"Want to prove whether I'm stupid or not."

Hideo. "You're not stupid, Fay. Because I don't like stupid women! But that stupid attitude of yours almost made your life float!"

Fayza pushed her sexy lips forward, making Hideo want to taste them.

"Ask only! What is the capital of the country?"

"Einstein's Formula." Hideo turned to look at Fayza.

"E\=MC²."

"Who is Sigmund Freud?"

"Father of Psychoanalysis."

Hideo raised his eyebrows. "Inventor of algebra?"

"Muhammad bin Musa Khwarizmi or Al Khwarizmi."

"Harley Davidson is one person or two?"

"No, four people. William A's. Davidson, Walter Davidson Sr., Arthur Davidson and William S. Harleys. In 1901 William Harley and his friend Arthur Davidson began the creation of the legendary motorcycle that later Arthur's two brothers, William and Walter helped establish the company" Fayza replied.

Hideo gawking. "How did you know?"

Fayza looked puzzledly at Hideo. "I don't know myself. Is it possible that everything I read I keep tightly in the memory of my brain?"

Hideo then pulled Fayza's body closer to the man who was directly holding her slender waist. The two stared at each other with different expressions.

"You are unique, Fay" Hideo whispered in a hoarse voice.

"What do you want?" fayza said with a sharp look.

"I want to..." Hideo approached the blue-eyed girl's face as a knocking sound rang out at Fayza's bedroom door. "Brengsee!" objurgation. With a slight roughness, he put down Fayza's feet and stood up to open the door of the room.

Fayza himself had to neutralize his heartbeat that felt like he was in a marathon. Holy hooch! What was that?

Hideo opened the door of the rough room and saw Jin already standing there with a flat face.

"What Jin?"

"Boss is waiting."

Hideo snorted violently as he felt unwilling to part with Fayza's slender legs. The man turned his head towards Fayza who was folding the cloth he used as a massage mat.

"I'm leaving Fay. You're just here!" hideo's orders.

"Yes Hideo." Fayza retorted as she looked at the man who then walked out of her room. Soon Na-eun walks into Fayza's room with Yumi, her nurse's friend who Fayza sees for the first time besides Hideo.

"Have Madam?" ask Na-eun while helping Fayza stand up from the sofa.

"It's Na-eun, Yumi. You guys aren't resting?" asked Fayza as she walked towards the chair overlooking the sea view in the evening.

"Later after the lady's dinner and rest, we're just getting some rest."

"All right." The three were silent while looking at the sea.

Half an hour later, Fayza heard the sound of a helicopter taking off from the house.

"Where's Hideo's slipad?" ask Fayza.

"It's in the backyard, ma'am."

"Is this house big?"

"Very broad mistress." This time Yumi answered.

Tomorrow if Hideo's home, I want him to take me on a walk around the house. Fayza was determined to know everything while therapy was running.

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Hideo and Jin arrive at a thirty-story building with a helipad. The building belongs to the Silver Shinning mafia clan, which is engaged in the sale of black market weapons and drugs, but with Hideo cleverly transform the building into a luxury hotel that also provides high-class call women.

Although known as a supplier of high-class drugs to government officials, artists and entrepreneurs who become drug addicts, Hideo is most anti-drugs. For him, a single use, one would be able to suppress his weak point due to the addictive substance that would continue to demand in his body. Hideo didn't want people to be able to get his weak point.

"Has everyone come?" hideo asks coldly towards Hyun-jae who is the manager of the Silver Shinning hotel.

"Already all masters" replied the hard-faced man.

"good. It's show time." Hideo got into his elevator.

His face is not cold Oppa

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