The Hundred Thousand Woman
The Part 13

Unable to sleep, Wilson opened his eyelids in a slow motion. Though he had climbed up and occupied the side of his bed since an hour ago, but still, until now he was still awake. His body and mind were tired from a day of struggling with important files, while monitoring a project that required going back and forth from New York to Los Angeles, making the man's backbone almost crumbling.

To ask Maureen massage also tastes bad. His wife looked tired, because just after getting into bed, Maureen was already asleep. It made Wilson unable to wake him up. Then, why now he so want to eat fried rice made by Veila again? He deeply regretted why Maureen had said of the fried rice maker when he had just eaten two tablespoons of rice. The man was too prestigious to praise Veila, it felt strange to have to do such a 'disgusting' thing for him.

"Oh my God," he muttered, holding his stomach which had sounded when the fried rice just flashed through his mind. The brawny man could not bear to deal with hunger, so, slowly, he started to get out of bed and immediately came out of the room.

Because this is his house, which automatically makes Wilson understand very well about the ins and outs of all activities in this residence, the man immediately pointed his step towards Veila's room. The rest of the fried rice that much earlier may have ended up in the disposal, because indeed Wilson always ordered the servants to throw away the remaining food, lest such a thing even contaminate the kitchen.

Without knocking first and was a habit as well, Wilson immediately pressed the doorknob and just entered. Short, but he can see the movement of women whose bodies have been covered by the blanket. At first hesitated, but soon he immediately stepped his foot closer to the bed.

"Hey," called Wilson with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Ten seconds he waited, but no word came out of Veila's mouth. A few seconds ago, when he opened the door, he could see the movement of Veila, who had been on her back to be sideways. And now, this woman wants to mess with him, right? Veila was obviously still awake, but why not say it?

"Hey, I know you're not sleeping! Don't pretend to be deaf, I hate to be ignored" he growled, and he drew closer to the side of the bed. The two hands that had been folded in front of the chest were deliberately Wilson lowered because of emotions, and now even changed to clench his hands, furious.

"Don't let me pull your hair just to make you answer my call." Wilson issued a threat with his hands ready to pull the blanket that covered Veila's body.

Until finally, no longer bear to be ignored, Wilson immediately pulled the plain white blanket. And who would have thought, if at the same time, Veila also turned her body, from side to back. The lips also gave out a sentence.

"There's ap—"

However, his sentence stopped when he realized that Wilson could not hold the balance of his body, making the man almost crush Veila if his left hand did not rest on the soft bed. And an interesting thing, which can make two people equally not warty that is, the distance of their faces can be calculated with the fingers, very close.

Unlike the face of Maureen who looks like a puppy, cute-cute adorable, Veila has a look of innocence, making Wilson's inner wail out of curiosity. As people say, someone who has the innocent look has a lot of things hidden and very mysterious. Maybe that's what sparked Wilson's curiosity.

As if he had realized that he should not be like this, Wilson began to distance his body from Veila and stood up straight again.

"I want you to make me some fried rice. I'm hungry" he asked with a view that pointed in the other direction.

"No, it's midnight" Veila quickly refused, trying to pull back the blanket. Who wants to be in the kitchen at midnight like this?

"This is my order. Hurry along! No rejection or—" Wilson deliberately stopped his words that brought curiosity to Veila.

"Or what?" The woman asked back, already knowing if she would be threatened with physical violence, again.

"Atau—" Wilson leaned back toward Veila, returning to the position where he almost overstretched the woman with his hands resting on the padded side of the mattress. "Speed up intimate relationships? Isn't the time very fitting? You're wearing a thin nightgown that's easy to disarm, and the air is cold, too, suitable for implanting my seed in your womb. Isn't that another definition of the word'warming'?"

Veila shoved Wilson's chest, hinting for this man to get away from her immediately. "I'll cook it up, get away from it immediately" Veila said quickly, almost cutting out Wilson's words just now.

According to Wilson, back away from his body, he smiled obliquely. "Rapidly cook, which is delicious, do not be bland."