Madness Hot Daddy
The Uncomparable Wound

...“Ciara .. if you know the truth. The wound on the man's back is not worth the inner wound you received for his madness.” – Bart Lincoln Fernandez...

That morning, the clouds were so cloudy and dark. The sky spilled all its liquid into the earth. The figure of ‘Pluviophile’ is certainly happy when it rains. But not for Ciara. He who has a fear of thunder and lightning hates the rain.

Ciara woke up from the sound and tired. The amber-eyed girl with pliable eyelashes opened her eyes. He raised both his hands in the air to stretch. Then, he rubbed his eyes slowly while rubbing his eyes.

“Loh, when do I change clothes?” ciara muttered as she looked at the gray man's satin nightgown she was wearing.

Ciara's eyes went around staring at the entire room. Familiar room and familiar aroma. Ciara jerks. He turned his head to the side, staring at the familiar masculine scent it came from. The figure of a man who was sleeping with office clothes that have not been replaced.

“Ck! Replacing my clothes, but he himself did not change his clothes,” muttered Ciara.

Ciara tilted her body facing towards Abercio. In her eyes was that calm face that was sleeping. No matter what demon possessed him, his hands could not bear to not touch Abercio's cheek. There was a warm feeling that rippled in the chest. It felt, longing was passionate even though only a few days he did not see the figure.

Ciara put her hand away from Abercio's cheek. Painful events re-came to his memory. He still did not accept the behavior of Abercio who made love to other men in the office at that time.

“But ... if he didn't exist last night ... will I be okay now?” thought Ciara at the time. In fact, he could feel that he slept soundly and soundly last night without any worries.

Ciara breathed heavily. He sat up from his sleep and walked to the floor. Then he went to the bathroom in the room. After brushing her teeth, washing her face and urinating, the girl slightly tidied up her messy hair using only her fingers. Then he came out of the bathroom.

Ciara intended to take her phone that was on a small table beside the bed. But, the look in his eyes suddenly focused on Abercio's back. The shirt the man was wearing had blood stains. Ciara recalled last night's events.

“D-dia ... she was injured for saving me,” muttered Ciara gasped.

Without a second thought, Ciara rushed out of the room and down the stairs to the first floor.

“Megan!” call Ciara. “Megan!”

Ciara rushed to Megan's room to ask where the P3K box was. Then he opened the door to the woman's room. He did not find the woman he was looking for.

Suddenly Bart came over to Ciara with a face full of question marks. Ciara looked back towards the direction the voice came from.

“Bart?” ciara's originally gloomy face, slowly began to brighten when she saw Bart. “You know where P3K box is?”

“Oh ... briefly,” Bart rushed to pick up the P3K box and returned to the position where Ciara stood. Then he looked at Ciara's injured knee and leg.

“What his wound is still—”

“Not. Not me, Bart. But Daddy,” said Ciara with eyes full of worries. “Daddy hurt because of me. I-I have to treat his wound.”

Bart remained silent. He sighed with his cold, flat face. As usual, Bart said nothing and remained silent. He gave the P3K box to Ciara.

“Thank you, Bart.” Ciara smiled taking the box from Bart's hand. “Makasi for overnight. I'm sure Daddy knows my location from you, ‘kan?”

Again Bart just silently gave no response. For some reason suddenly the look in his eyes was shifted to Ciara's chest. Something was printed very clearly. Something he shouldn't have seen. Bart turned his gaze in the other direction with a flushed face and ears that were also flushed.

“Go upstairs,” said Bart coldly because he realized that at that time Ciara was not wearing a bra. “Do not go out of the room before changing clothes.”

Ciara looked in wonder at Bart. He did not understand the man's words. He turned around and left Bart on the first floor. "Bye, Bart."

Bart stared at the departure of Ciara who was running with worry. Moreover, at that time Ciara was wearing Abercio's nightgown. He thought, it must be Abercio who replaced that shirt for Ciara.

“Ciara .. if you know the truth. The wound on the man's back was not worth the inner pressure you received because of his insanity,” Bart shrieked inwardly with the look of his shoulder eyes.

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