Not Just an Obsession
Chapter 37: Asking for Responsibility

"Master Bratt.." - Alea was shocked.

"Aren't you going to tell me to come in?" Ask Bratt.

"Oh yes, please come in sir." Alea let Bratt in.

Bratt went into the house and walked straight to the television room, and Bratt sat on the sofa in the television room. As for Alea, he chose to stand beside the sofa.

"Do you not want to provide me with a drink?" Ask Bratt.

"Oh, yes, just a moment, sir." Answer Alea.

Alea walked into the kitchen to prepare a drink for Bratt.

With a glass of cocopandan syrup in Zhinta's refrigerator that Alea placed in a tray, Alea walked back to the television room and placed the glass on the table.

"Please drink, sir." Alea.

Bratt took the glass and sipped the syrup Alea had made for him and put it back on the table.

"Is there nothing you want to say?" Ask Bratt.

"What should I say Sir?!" Ask Alea back.

Hearing that Bratt growled in annoyance.

"Sit here!" Bratt's orders while patting the side next to him.

"I'll just stand up, sir." Reject Alea.

"Alea, sit here!" Bratt again commands with a growling voice.

I don't want Alea sitting next to Bratt.

"Now I ask you again, is there nothing you want to say to me?" Ask Bratt again.

"About what, sir? If what you mean about that night, I apologize Sir. That night I had absolutely no intention of teasing you, nor would I hold you accountable so we just assume that night nothing happened to us Sir." Alea said with a trembling voice.

Actually she was embarrassed to say that because Bratt would think that she was a cheap woman, but Alea thinks it's better than her to hold Bratt accountable so Bratt thinks Alea deliberately made Bratt a vile*rah to frame Bratt.

Unlike Alea's line of thought, Bratt was stunned at Alea's words. Bratt felt himself rejected by Alea, falling already his pride as a bastard because of Alea.

"W-did you just say? You're asking me to forget what happened that night?!" Bratt asked.

"Once again I apologize Sir. If you want, I'm willing to quit your company." Answer Alea.

Bratt was silent about his emotions while occasionally looking at Alea who had been looking down on him since.

Bratt's base was a bastard, his gaze instead focused on the nipp*ing that plagiarized from behind the T-shirt Alea was wearing.

Bratt swallowed his hard-earned salivary, his desire back thrashed, his pants narrowed even more because of Abang Jago who was awake.

"Alea, look at me!" Bratt's orders with a heavy and hoarse voice.

Alea who had no feeling would be devoured by a land crocodile, slowly raised his face and looked at Bratt.

"I can't forget what happened that night just like Alea."

"But my Master really isn't aaakh..." Suddenly Bratt immediately pushed Alea's body and overstretched Alea's body.

"Grand-master..."

"You must take Alea's responsibility!"

"Ber-awab what sir?" Ask Alea.

"I'm responsible for my opium body with your body!" Bratt replied as Bratt's eyes looked back at Alea's chest.

Hearing that Alea immediately thrashed.

"Lord!! It's your fault, please let me go!" Alea said as he tried to free himself from Bratt's confinement.

Alea was free to wrangle because Bratt did not move a single inch.

Even now Bratt's hands had locked Alea's hands so that she could no longer wriggle.

"I want to repeat our hot romance that night Alea." Bratt.

"Don't Master, I beg you! Don't repeat it." Please Alea.

Once again, Bratt did not care about Alea's plea. His desire has gone crazy, his brother Jago has also been kicking asking to be taken out of the cloth cage that has been very stifling.

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