Not the usual Cinderella
Chapter 2

If I had not been ashamed of my own sins, may I now call upon the name of the Lord so that He might help me.

Joan lowered her head, down my neck. His breath tickled the skin, making me crumble. A desire suddenly arises. How do we usually do that, right? So it's only natural that I'm passionate right now.

The small kisses he gave, as if less filled this body. Though in the chest I was filled by the sign of his possession. Some even have a purplish color.

That desire is lost again replaced by resentment. If I may, I'd love to slam that body, I'd like to meet my beloved Adam. What if he saw the mark, even though I could cover it with a powder, but it was really troublesome.

In his sudden inattention he was already moving above me, the pain was definitely what I felt. Without warning, he hit me who wasn't ready. I was treated like an animal.

I want to cry and ask for help. But I can't, all I can do is pretend to enjoy with a false desire, so that he immediately completes his desire.

The ringing tone on her phone made Joan immediately turn her head, the man above me growling annoyed, until soon the hot lava I felt. He had already reached his climax, although it seemed that it did not satisfy him.

Soon he took off our tussle, and walked quickly to the spot to clean himself up again.

Vangsats! I swore an oath to that man. Looks like all the animals in the zoo I missed one by one.

I tried to lower my legs one by one.

"Ishhh," moans escaped just like that, this really hurts.

She came back out of the bathroom, but didn't ask me to dry her hair. Looks like he's late. Own wrong.

I was still sitting with a thin blanket wrapped around myself, staring at my man pacing back and forth shuffling the contents of the closet.

Before long he threw the tie right in my face again. Of course I don't want to have to get up.

"Shhh," again I couldn't help but groan. I was so afraid that I would look at him, he just gave a quick glance and did not care.

We're like a couple if people look at it, where I might look like a wife wearing my husband's tie.

It's funny, but it's my habit to be with him. Even I had to take a course to be able to pair the tie neatly.

"I'll still find time to see you, so don't feel free."

The cold, the words that came out of his mouth were a threat that bound my freedom.

But what can I do? Of course smiling foolishly as usual, as if I was pleased with his words.

"Sure, but I still have to go home, okay?" spoiled door.

Sometimes I laugh in my heart when I hear my own words that are seducing him. With a tone made spoiled, I myself felt disgusted, somehow she. But he seems to like my powerful attitude. Let me make it the ultimate weapon to seduce him.

Sure enough, that gaze of eyes softened, tearing down his tyrant attitude, he hugged me, rubbing this back gently.

"Gue transfer later, if Lu is not comfortable, hunt back, do not be mabok at the club," he said. I can only nod in agreement.

He let go of his embrace and a brief peek at this forehead then passed away.

After the man's departure, I dropped this body back on the bed, checking my precious assets that were getting sore.

The tone of the message on my phone came in, I snapped and smiled wryly. Why am I in such a hurry to see the message, because I know who is sending me the message.

I deliberately gave a special tone of call so I wouldn't make him wait long.

He reminded me where the topical medicine I used to use when I was in pain like this.

Be happy? Of course not, he made me like this.

With a limp step I approached the medicine storage cabinet. I have to treat the wound immediately so as not to get infected. Anyway, I don't want to make excuses for not going to work.

Although many say my current job is just a camouflage to cover my work that I really don't care.

At least a few people know what my main job is. Yes as a young master Joan Alexander of course.

I'm proud of my job, even though I only graduated from High School, I'm proud to be able to work in an office, even if I'm just a receptionist.

Although the salary earned was far from the money given Joan, but I really appreciate my own work. I've never been too busy with my job, even though I have enough money. This work is also in preparation if one day Joan dumps me.

Working at this company, Joan's advice, somehow she put me in, I don't care.

To be sure, when we made that deal, I just asked that I be allowed to work. He didn't refuse, even if only he could find me a job.

I can no longer work in a nightclub, even as a waiter. Be me stranded here. Although the employees used to stare cynically at me who could work there only with a High School diploma. They're guessing for sure I got in through the insider.

I don't know, maybe, people like Joan have money and power, it's easy for her to make me work, right?

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Although it still feels uncomfortable, but this can keep me able to walk. Kuusuri basement where the vehicles of the residents of this apartment are parked, one of which is certainly mine.

I own 3 types of cars, Porsche, BMW, and my favorite white Honda Jazz. Two fancy cars that I only use occasionally, of course comfortable, only circumstances that make me uncomfortable.

Obviously I don't want to make people suspicious of where I own the luxury car. I still want to act ordinary even if I can like a chameleon that can camouflage everywhere.

Just landed my ass in the car, ringing my phone back screaming.

It's a name that makes me have a whipping reflex. Nayla, my first step-sister who is only a year old from me.

"Ka —" the sweep hangs. I know he would want to ask for money if he hesitated like this.

"You want to ask for money?" guess me without saying stale.

"Sorry Ka" that was all the girl could say.

"Just yesterday brother gave you money Nay—"

"Udah, you love me! If you don't, use your father's medical money," that's my stepmother's voice. I was so upset that my words with Nayla had to be cut off by him.

"Mah!" I heard that Nayla also yelled at her real mother. I soon heard Nayla's voice again, though I still heard my stepmother's grunts.

"Sorry Ka, if you can't help papa later I ask for help Mas Adam," he said.

"NAYLA!" my bent.

I was really frustrated with the girl, maybe the blood of the prodigal descendant decreased on her. He could have threatened me with that.

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Tbc