Yes, Master (English Version)

PRELUDE

Drunk on the sweetness and warmth of their kisses, Samara slowly opened her eyes and caught her young master's tender and needy eyes. She closed her eyes again when Jasson caressed her cheek and gave her other warm kisses.

"Happy anniversary, baby."

"Happy anniversary, Master," they greeted in unison.

A sweet smile draws on Samara's lips. Her eyes were radiant as she stared at him. It's been a year now, but she still couldn't believe she was in a meaningful relationship with her master. It seems like it's been a while since they painted the town red in the first month of their relationship in the same place- here at Sky Eye. And now that they're celebrating their first anniversary, Samara has no idea that Jasson would rent out the entire amusement park so that they could use the place alone.

They're actually celebrating it late. Their relationship is one year and one month, to be exact. And it was supposed to be celebrated on the same date as her birthday, but since they were in a secret relationship, there was no chance. Jasson had to look and wait for the right time.

Their relationship was not easy during that year. Jasson wants to tell her parents about them, but Samara can't risk their relationship because she knows her parents will intervene. She knew her parents would strongly object. Considering the difference in the state of their lives, their age gap will also be an issue.

And when señor and señora returned from Isla Lutherio with Hannah and the baby she gave birth to, Samara had to return to the señor's mansion. Their time together became seldom. They often spend time talking by phone or video chat. On weekends, Jasson comes up with some alibi just to take her on his out-of-town business trip. However, they usually have her father with them as the driver.

Additionally, it seems that today is their lucky day. Samara's parents were on an out-of-town trip with señor and señora. They've seen an opportunity and decided to take advantage of their freedom to celebrate their anniversary in an uncomplicated way.

However, Samara cannot say that the celebration prepared by her master is quite simple. Can it be called simple if Jasson shuts down the entire amusement park so they can enjoy the place alone? And with the number of rides, they will only ride the Sky Eye.

"I love you, baby," Jasson whispered, relentlessly staring at Samara's face as he caressed her straight, chocolate-colored hair.

Samara brought her right palm to the lower part of Jasson's left cheek and boldly kissed him on the lips. "I am not a minor anymore, Master," she said, her lips brushing his. She moves away a little, brings her hands to the back of her head, and pulls back the tiny lever of the c-spring of the necklace that Jasson gave her on her 17th birthday to unclasp it from the chain.

She removed the ring that had been made into a pendant for a year. "And I'm ready to marry you." She slipped the ring on her ring finger without taking her eyes off Jasson.

From Samara's eyes, Jasson's gaze landed on her finger, where she wore the engagement ring that he had given her last year. He held it and planted a kiss, and the luster was visible in Jasson's eyes as he tilted his sight back to Samara.

He hoarsely said, "I'm not hurrying you up, baby." And he pulled her closer.

"Yeah, but I wanted to say yes now. I wanted to feel secure by saying yes to you," she replied without inhibition.

"Are you sure about this?"

Samara nodded. "I love you and am sure of you, Master," she answered.

Samara was a bit shocked as Jasson attacked her lips after answering him. His kisses were punitive in a way that she would not get hurt. His tongue was like a hunter hunting for its prey as he pushed it inside her mouth and started to search for her tongue.

They both groaned when their tongue met. Jasson grabbed Samara's nape and guided her head at every angle he made for better access to her lips. His free hand slipped to the small of her back and pulled her closer to fill the gap between them.

Samara clutched his biceps as their kisses grew more intense and more profound. She felt devastated as Jasson quit her lips, but a moan of pleasure escaped her mouth when his lips glided down to the edge of her jaw and his kiss traced down her neck. She angles her head to give him good access to her neck.

Another groan came out of Samara's mouth when Jasson cupped one of her bosoms. His kisses brushed her clavicle alternately while his trembling hands caressed her back and leg.

"Master..." she uttered as she felt a tingling sensation when Jasson squeezed her bosoms one at a time and kissed her tenderly.

Jasson scooped her buttocks and made her sit on his lap. He had Samara's legs parted, and his lap was in between her thighs, entirely facing him, without letting her lips off his lips. Although he is bold in his actions, he can still control his sanity. He stopped his hands from invading her body. And, having kissed the skin at the top of her bosoms, he returned his kisses to her face, simply planting a soft and gentle peck on her delicate cheek and kissable lips.

"Master..." Samara cried, wanting his touch.

Jasson shut his eyes tightly. He cannot give in, or else...

He did not move. His right hand on her back formed a fist. The other one was just resting on her leg. But then, Samara is a tease that he cannot control. He let out a growl as he felt her soft lips touching his jaw, gliding to his neck.

"We should stop, baby..." he stopped her without strength.

Apparently, Sarama didn't want to stop. Her lips reached for his adam's apple, kissing and licking it, which made him groan. Jasson shirked a bit. He grabbed her nape and groped her lips. He kissed her gently to make her stop doing anything beyond that.

"Master..." Samara whispered as their lips parted.

Jasson looked up and was surprised to see her teary eyes. "Hey." He cupped her cheeks and dried her tears with his thumbs. "Hey, baby..."

Samara sobs. She buried her face in Jasson's neck to hide her face. "Y-you don't want me..." she accused.

Jasson was astounded. He shut his eyes for the ninth time. It was his fault for awakening Samara's worldly desires since they started dating. He taught her how to kiss, and there was a moment when he was carried away by his feelings for her and touched her. And now that she's of legal age, maybe she thought it was already fine. But he knew it was not yet the right time.

"Of course. Ara, listen-" Jasson couldn't continue his sentence when Samara occupied his lips.

F*ck! He's really at fault.

And for the tenth time, he shut his eyes as Samara held his right hand and placed it on her left bust. He doesn't want to take advantage, but who is he to disappoint his baby, hmmm? He will marry her anyway- soon.

He fought back, kissing her lips with higher intensity and a deeper kiss that made them both moan.

He let go of her lips and crept his tongue down her bare neck. Samara raised her head to give him better access. He kissed, licked, and nipped at her delicate skin as his hots for her awakened. His hands roamed her smooth body, caressing and squeezing wherever his touch landed.

His lips went down to her upper bosom, synchronized with his hands taking off the thin strap of Samara's white dress. He pulled it down, making her skin visible to his sinful eyes. One by one, he licked and kissed them. He gently caresses and squeezes them both.

"M-Master..." Samara muttered with desire as Jasson managed to undress and touch her now bare skin. And when she felt the hard thing between her master's thighs, she started grinding her hips.

"Oh, sh*t!" Jasson swears about what Samara did.

He left what he was doing and looked drunkenly into Samara's eyes. "Stop it, baby," he moaned at her unintentional teasing.

Samara's eyes showed a tantalizing glimpse as she reached for her boyfriend's lips. "Take me now, Master. I want to feel you inside," she said, almost begging.

Jasson swallowed hard. His once-drunken eyes darkened, but they were on fire. His hand that had been caressing Samara's back is now on her waist, gripping it tight, seemingly preventing the complete loss of his remaining sanity. But his mind was wrangling over whether he would let or stop Samara as her hands moved to the belt of his pants. She unbuckled it, and he couldn't do anything about it as he only felt the excitement of what would come next.

"Baby..." Jasson whispered just as he felt her daredevil hand lowering his zipper.

"Yes, Master?"

"It will hurt you..." Oh, shit! He shouldn't have let Samara control him, but as if he was hypnotized and he became submissive instead.

Samara brushed off what Jasson said. Instead, she raised her lips to his prominent jaw and slid it further down his massive shoulder; while her hand grabbed the waistband of his pants, she unbuttoned it. She braced her knees on the chair to lift herself. She clung her left hand on his nape and busied the other hand on his waistband, trying to lower his pants.

Jasson showered kisses on her bare shoulder. He raised himself and pulled down his pants. His breathing became even heavier as Samara kissed and sipped his neck, and he almost stiffened on his seat when he felt her warm hand on his shaft that she had already taken his friend out of his boxers.

"Please, Master..."

Jasson's mouth was shut, and his jaw clenched. He crept his hand under Samara's dress hem until he reached her thin undies. He pulled the string to both sides until this tiny fabric freed her flesh, and his free hand supported Samara's back.

Samara gasped as she felt the warm hand that was caressing her delicate. She even felt embarrassed that the part between her thighs was getting wet. And she only feels excitement for the new sensation she gets from caressing his fingers on the sensitive part of her body. She let go of his cock from her grip and circled her arms around his neck as she whimpered every time Jasson pressed his finger on her private.

Her lower lip almost bled as she bit it when she sensed something unusual happening between her thighs as Jasson's fingers continued rubbing her clit. If he keeps on doing this to her flesh, she feels like something will explode in her.

She held him tight and rested her face on his neck. "M-Master..." she whimpered as fluid gushed from her feminine after being intensely stroked by Jasson's fingers on her private.

Jasson gently cupped her face. "I love you, baby..." he whispered, showering kisses on Samara's face.

Gasping and feeling weak, Samara wasn't able to answer her master. But despite being exhausted, she couldn't describe her happiness.

She heaved a sigh to collect her soul, which seemed to have gotten away from her body. Her forehead creased when she felt something poking her inner thighs. And there, his gallant manhood was as if it wanted to enter her wet cave. She braced her knees and raised herself slightly as her right palm grasped his shaft.

"Baby..." Jasson whispered when Samara tried to enter his to her entrance. It was her first time, and he knew this position would not be comfortable for her. He wanted to stop her by holding her waist, but it seemed like he didn't have the strength as her moan sounded like music to his ear.

"Master!" Samara groaned after she violently sat on his manhood. She clasped her arms around his nape and hugged him tightly. She held her breath and buried her face in Jasson's shoulder again to relax from the excruciating pain caused by a forceful penetration.

Jasson got worried about Samara. He may have been unaware of how painful it was, but he knew she was in pain. He caressed her back and kissed her shoulder to help her ease the pain.

Samara thought that the wetness of her delicate was enough to cope with the pain caused by his stirring manhood. She gasped for air and tried to move. But hell! She felt a sharp pang the moment she moved. It was like her flesh was cut into pieces by a sharp knife. Her nails were digging into his back. She felt Jasson's firm grip on both sides of her waist, preventing her from moving again.

"You are hurting, baby. We should stop this," Jasson whispered hoarsely. She could feel the tension in his voice.

Nope. She didn't want to stop. No matter how painful she had to endure, she would not stop. She wanted this night to be memorable. She wanted this cable car and the stars in the sky to witness how she wanted to dedicate herself to her master.

After all, she initiated this, and Jasson was not cooperating, considering she was still in pain. She lifted her head to face him. He was staring at her with his concerned eyes.

"Don't move," he warned her.

However, Samara just smiled at him, hiding the pain she was feeling. "I'm fine now, master," she said hoarsely. And tried muscle control.

Jasson was shocked by what Samara did. He tried to remove the girl's grip on his neck to ensure it was okay, but her grip was tight.

"Fuck shit! Shit, baby!" A series of cuss words escaped Jasson's mouth as he felt the walls envelop his manhood.

How can a simple muscle control send him to paradise? How can a simple muscle control fill his balls with his sperm and be on the verge of exploding? How shameless he was! Samara tried to lift herself, but her nails dug into his back, indicating that she was still in anguish. He stopped her from moving, but damn, she did muscle control again! And if he cannot control himself, he might explode inside her.

"Oh, heaven!" he growled. And with each squeezing of its flesh on his pet, the gradual coagulation of his sperm. And he knew a few more squeezes would make him burst.

Yes, he's now on the edge of his glory. Samara was doing just a simple muscular control on his shaft, and he was about to burst. He didn't know how or where his little fiancée learned that, but the hell he cared. This was the first time he felt content and satisfied.

Jasson sighed as he surveyed the island. The ocean mirrored the morning's blue skies and soothed his worries. The island's lush greenery sent shivers down his spine and piqued his interest.

He hasn't been back to his childhood island for eight years now. The mountains behind their mansion, the rock formations on both sides of their massive home. The trees and the leaves. Fine white sands on the beach and green grass near the house. He misses it all. And in his eight years away on the island, he is now setting his feet just to mend his broken heart.

The yacht's speed slowed as it approached the man-made wood bridge on the left side of the island, which served as its port. The man who maneuvered the steering wheel totally stopped the yacht as it reached the point and came out of the cabin. One of his crew threw a large rope at one of their crew on the boardwalk and tied it to a solid part to prevent the vessel from drifting.

"Welcome home, Master" The man maneuvering the yacht gestured to the first floor, where the crew was busy connecting the bridge to the other bridge to serve as their crossing path.

Jasson nodded. His tight grip on the railing loosened as he released a deep breath. He clasped his hands inside his denim pants pockets, and his frightening aura screamed as he started to walk down the yacht. He lifted his head as he walked along the bridge. His men in black bowed their heads as he passed by in front of them.

Five golf cars are waiting for their arrival at the end of the boardwalk. Jasson is in the middle of the bridge when a young girl, probably in her eight to ten of age, runs towards where they are. He stopped walking, wondering who the child was.

"Papa!" The girl in her pink dress shouted out of excitement, holding a teddy bear in her right hand. She passed Jasson and went straight to the man behind him. Jasson turned to look at them.

"Samara!" Dawood, his driver, draws a stern face as he shouts at the young girl. "The master is here!" The young girl seemed to realize what she had done, which made her stunned in front of her father.

Afterward, a woman chasing her breath came. "I'm sorry, Master. She's just too excited to see her father. I loosen my grip," Mara said as she approached the young girl. She's the Luther's lady butler and Dawood's wife. Jasson did not look at her. He kept his gaze on the girl, who was now bent over and could not look at him.

Mara turned to the young girl and introduced her. "She's my daughter Samara, Master. Samara, welcome our master," she gently commanded her daughter.

Jasson notices the skepticism in the actions of the child named Samara. He even heard her sigh before she put her hands on the side of her dress. She gripped the hem and slightly lifted it; she brought one foot behind the other and bowed.

"Welcome home, Master," Samara greeted him and ran towards her mother's back. She even hugged her mother from behind, as if she was scared of the man in front of them. Jasson grinned as he saw Samara turning her head to peek at him before hiding her face again.

He just nodded at her and continued walking. He rode in the first golf car while the rest of the crew were in the following vehicles. In fact, it would have been easier if they had used the chopper to get there. But he would rather hear the harmonious melody of the ripples and feel the gentle sea breeze than soar through the air.

After ten minutes, he noticed the lush greenery neatly trimmed into various shapes that served as the mansion's barrier. A tall golden gate in the center allows more than two vehicles to pass. The words "Isla Lutherio" are engraved on that massive gate's arch. Trees with lush leaves provide shade on both sides of the driveway. After a few kilometers, they came across the golden gazebo as the rotunda. The tall, white structure can be seen from a few meters away. Their mansion resembled a palace in many ways. The golf cart he was riding in stopped in front of the mansion. From the top of the stairs to downstairs, uniformed servants lined up, side by side, all bowing and greeting the arrival of the eldest son Luther.

"Welcome back, Master Jasson," the servants greeted in unison as Jasson got out of the car. He just nodded at them and continued climbing the stairs. Only then did the housemates take action when their boss finally entered the mansion.

Jasson returned to the island where he was born and raised to forget his first but failed love. He had been here for a few days now, but instead of enjoying the island's beauty, he locked himself inside his room and was content with the view of the garden from the terrace of his room.

He was supposed to marry Lucy next month, the woman bound to tie the knot with him. It was just a fixed marriage, but he couldn't deny that he had already fallen in love with her. He was willing to fight for Lucy if it wasn't just about his brother and if Lucy ever chose him.

But no. He was aware of Lucy's past. He knew what she had gone through. And he knew who she really loved-and it wasn't him. It has always been Martin. Even after all these years, Lucy is still in love with her brother.

Jasson shook his head to distract himself from thinking. He was like this every day. He would gaze out over the ocean from the veranda until he lost his trance. His forehead furrowed as his eyes shifted to the other side of the mansion. Surprisingly, there was no sight of one of those who took away her boredom - Samara, the young girl who was always busy watering the flowers there. He even looked at the windowsill to see if the kid was there, but there was no sign that she was there. He couldn't hear the loud voice he always heard talking to the plants. He sighed deeply and left the veranda. He decided to leave the room to divert his mind.

SAMARA carefully removed the cookies she had prepared from the oven. She closed her eyes and smelled the delicious aroma that filled the kitchen. She didn't water the garden that day since she planned to bake cookies for her master's dessert.

"Hope that Master will like these!" she exclaimed as she laid them on the countertop. She first removed the apron and lifted the tray containing the cookies again.

"Samara, be careful, ha!" Mara instructed her daughter.

Samara did not answer her mother and went straight to the large living room. She still had to go through the elegant living room before reaching the grand staircase that would take her to the second floor, where the young master's room was.

Samara was making her way to the center of the living room. Her face lit up with enthusiasm, and her gaze was fixed on the cookies she was carrying. As a result, she failed to see the thick carpet, which became entangled in her slippers, leading her to fall and discard her carry-on. Her round eyes widened when she saw the cookies she had worked so hard for were now scattered in the living room. Samara's frustrated look was overtaken with horror as she noticed the pair of feet dressed in lovely slippers. She raised her head slowly. Terrified, she rose from her sunk position.

"What happened?" Even though the questioner's voice was not loud, young Samara, who was bowing in front of Jasson, was terrified. She didn't say anything or even raise her head.

"My God, Samara! I told you to be careful," Mara said nervously as she ran towards her daughter. Together with the two housemaids, they picked up the scattered cookies.

Mara bowed in front of Jasson afterward. "Master, please forgive my daughter's carelessness," she apologized, her hands on Samara's shoulders.

"Mama, I didn't mean to. I tripped on the carpet, so I fell," said Samara, looking up at her mother. Avoiding the young master in front.

"Even so, Samara! Shame on the master! You apologize to the young master!" Mara commanded, suppressing the volume of her voice.

"I-I'm sorry, Master. I made you cookies. I was going to take them to your room, but I stumbled, and everything was thrown away," she explained tearfully.

Jasson smiled sparingly as he squatted to match the child's height. His soft hand rested on the back of Samara's head. "Did you bake me cookies?" he asked.

Samara was sobbing while nodding, which tightened Jasson's heart. He stroked her swollen cheek. "Thank you. But I don't eat sweets," he answered.

"I know. That's why I made coffee-flavored cookies. But they were all wasted," Samara's voice showed regret, still unable to look ahead.

Jasson dried her tears. "It's a pity. I feel like I want to taste it." Young Samara's eyes widened as she stared at her young master upon hearing what he had just said.

"Hmmm, what if you do it again while I watch you?"

Samara's face brightened at what she heard, "Yes, Master!" she exclaimed with excitement.

Jasson stood up and held his hand to Samara, who immediately accepted before they held hands towards the kitchen.

Jasson's forehead was tangled as he adjusted his necktie, and when he got pissed, he took it off and threw it on his bed, which his sister Anastacia caught up with.

"You should get married so you have someone to fix your necktie," Anastacia teases Jasson as she picks up the tie and approaches her brother. She knew that Jasson didn't usually wear a necktie, even in the office. Her brother has no patience for wearing that piece of clothing, except during his relationship with Lucy, who was his necktie fixer.

"You should dress nicely because I have a surprise for you," she said as she put the necktie on him and handed him his black suit.

But instead of asking, Jasson just nodded while wearing the black suit. "Thank you," he responded, frowning.

The two attended Peter Ross's wedding together. However, instead of heading to the function hall, they went straight to the chapel at the back, where the wedding ceremony would be held. Jasson felt bored as the wedding ceremony went by. And the moment the priest said, 'You may kiss your bride' to the couple, he stood up and proceeded to the function hall.

"You, Kuya? When do you plan to get married?" Martin asked Jasson as he watched the newlyweds dancing in the middle of the reception hall. (Kuya means big brother).

Jasson sighed and picked up the goblet lying on the table in front of him. Ignoring his brother's question.

"Maybe Kuya is still waiting for his future wife to grow up," Anastacia replied and smiled meaningfully at her brother. "Samara, here!" Suddenly, Anastacia waved her hand and called a name, which made Jasson a bit taken aback from drinking his wine because of the name his sister had mentioned. He turned around to see who Anastacia had called and was surprised to see the young girl from the island.

"I talked to Ms. Mara to let Samara have her vacation here. She just arrived this morning, so I told her to come here," Anastacia announced as she stood up to greet the girl.

"Ate Stacy, I miss you!" Samara exclaimed as she reciprocated Anastacia's hug. (Ate means elder sister, pronounced as ah-teh).

"I missed you too! You've grown up, Ara!"

"I'm already fourteen, Ate," Samara answered cheerfully.

"I know. But you're tall for your age."

"Yeah, Ara. I almost didn't recognize you. How are you?" Martin said as he stood up to greet the young lady.

Samara stared at the man for a moment, and when she recognized him, she approached Martin with a wide smile.

"Kuya Martin! I haven't seen you for so long!" She recalled the last time they met was on his honeymoon in Isla Lutherio with his wife, Lucy, five years ago.

"It's good that you still remember me, Ara. Your Ate Lucy is there with Martina." Martin pointed to the long table where his family was with the others.

"Then why are you three doing here? Is there a World War III?" Samara asked, shifting her gaze to Anastacia. Martin and Anastacia laughed out loud.

"Because someone here is upset," Anastacia replied with a smile before glancing at their elder brother, who was back facing them. Samara's gaze followed whom Anastacia was referring to. And her wide smile widened even more when she saw the familiar build of a man.

"Master!" Samara screamed and rushed at her master. She hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek.

Jasson's expression darkened as he faced Samara. "We just talked last week. Why didn't you say you were going on vacation here?" he interrogated.

Samara pulled the chair beside him and sat down. "It's not a surprise anymore if I tell you about it, Master. And besides, I'm not sure that mama and papa will agree."

Jasson's face slightly calmed down, but his jaw clenched when he observed Samara's clothes. He took off his suit and laid it on her back to cover her exposed skin.

"You are showing too much skin, Ara," he commented and turned to his younger sister with sharp eyes. "She's too young for that kind of dress, Stacy. I hope you dressed her more modestly," he preached to her.

Taking a moment to suppress the threatening smile, Anastacia glanced at Samara, who did not hear her brother's sentiments due to engrossment in watching the wedding program.

Samara, in her silky purple plunging neckline long dress, is not to be mistaken for fourteen years old. She has a good posture for her height of 5 feet 5 inches and slender frame. She also has golden-tanned skin, which ladies with pale complexions envy.

"You are too overprotective, Kuya. You aren't like that with us, are you?" a goofy smile flashed on Anastacia's lips as Jasson's forehead furrowed even more; she even caught him, avoiding her gaze.

"But the dress you made her wear doesn't suit her age."

Anastacia, or Stacy for short, couldn't suppress her laughter. She laughed out loud, which caused her to get the guests' attention at nearby tables.

Samara leaned over to see Anastacia, but Jasson's quick hand pulled her back and inclined her back in the chair. His eyes didn't leave the young lady, "You're not an eight-year-old kid anymore, Ara," he warned her.

Samara was obviously confused by what Jasson said while looking at her. But when she looked down where she saw him glimpsed– on her chest, she just said an "ah" and then adjusted the neckline of her dress.

"Kuya is right, Samara. You are no longer the child we played with, so be careful with your every move. You didn't know you had a pervert with you," Jasson sighed at Anastacia's term. He wanted to hit her head, but why was he affected? He's not an asshole. He ignored the two again and just resumed drinking.

After half an hour, they also moved to the long table where their other siblings and their families were. Anastacia and Samara approached the children and played with them. Out of boredom, Jasson decided to leave the reception. After all, the after-party seems to be over as well.

"Kuya, take Ara with you!" Stacy chases after him after saying goodbye to their siblings and parents. (Kuya means big brother, Ate means big sister, read as a-teh)

Jasson was frowning when he turned to his sister.

"Can she stay with you for a week or two? I will be in Singapore, and no one will look after her." Stacy replied to the question that could be read in his brother's eyes.

"Wait. You invited Ara on vacation, and now you're leaving her with me. When else have I been a babysitter, Anastacia?" There was anger in his voice, but Anastacia ignored it.

"Since you met Samara? Come on, Kuya. I don't want to leave her alone in my condo."

"Ate Stacy, it's okay, I can manage. I am grown up now. I can take care of-" Samara butted in, but Jasson interrupted her words.

"Say goodbye and follow me in the car," he said, turning his back on them.

The two were silent as the vehicle drove on the road. Samara sighs whenever she sees her master's biceps tighten whenever he maneuvers the steering wheel. Samara sat straight and...

"Master, if you don't want me in your house, I'm fine in Ate Stacy's condo. I already know how to cook, so I will not starve."

Jasson did not answer, so she decided to keep quiet again. But then...

"Is this what Manila looks like? I've only seen it in the picture and on Google before," she exclaimed in uncontrollable admiration as she looked around the streets. And when she saw the billboard ahead of them...

"OMG! That's Daniel Matsunaga, Master! Isn't he?"

Jasson's nerves twitched when he clenched his jaws as he peeked at the billboard of the model that Samara was referring to. That Daniel Matsunaga's body was out in his open black tuxedo and a black branded boxer.

Suddenly, he felt the urge to ask someone to dispatch that billboard!

"Daniel's really sexy! Did you see his abs, Master? As in, it was great!"

"I'm alone in the mansion. I have my on-call servant. I'll let them stay in while you're there so you can have someone with you when I'm not home," Jasson said, off-topic.

"I'm really fine if I'm in Ate Stacy's condo, Master. We can go there, can't we? You can just drop me in front of the building."

"You are still a minor, Ara. Your mama and papa entrusted you to us, so we are responsible for you."

"But– I don't want to be a nuisance."

"Just behave, Ara."