Micheal's face turned red. His grip on the phone became tight, and if not taken away he is likely to destroy it at the moment.



The way they kissed each other pained him. The way Pablo's hands held her waist, coupled with the way she was holding him, and the way their lips tangled in each other's. . . that was damn hot for him to bear.



He gave Scar his phone, taking in a deep breath. "Are they still at the garden?" He asked, a hint of anger sounded in his voice.



" Yes."



" Still kissing? "



" Possibly."



" Let them have their fun, I'll handle this tomorrow. You should get some sleep too."



His eyes turned red, he felt like storming out of the room down to the garden and have the both of them crumbled to death. And most especially, he was gonna make sure Anastasia taste hell for this.





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Anastasia couldn't sleep because of the excess happiness which burnt in her 





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Anastasia noticed the awkward atmosphere which clouded the home of the Escobar's. She has never felt it since the day she was brought into the household.



She went to the kitchen to meet Clarabelle since she was the only maid she was used to. " Clara, what's going on?" She asked.



" Thank goodness, you're here." Clarabelle said, dragging her out of the kitchen to a corner. " A lot is going on in the house and it's barely half a day, the entire household is becoming a caos."



" I don't understand. Did some thing happened?" Confused, she asked.



" It's not just some thing happening, this is between the Escobar brothers. And this all happened last night during dinner. It turns out that the reason for their misunderstanding is because of one person." Clara said, not going straight to the point.



" Someone caused the misunderstanding between the Escobar brothers? Wh





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Anastasia luckily sneaked out of her room without anyone seeing her. She quickly, in a fast pace walked to the garden side where Pablo had requested they would meet.



She stood at a place while her eyes searched around the garden for him. " I'm right behind you." She shivered. " Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."



She chuckled. "It's nothing."



" Never thought you'd show up." He said.



Yeah, neither did she. Micheal has made it a compulsory attitude that she must not leave the basement for any reason. And she was ready to bare whatever punishment he was going to give to her as far as he didn't stop her from seeing Pablo.



" You know, your brother never lets me leave the basement. I'm pretty sure he's gonna have me dead if he finds out I'm not in my room."



" It's okay if he finds out, I'll handle it."



" He's never gonna listen to you. He thinks we have something in common."



" He does? "



" I'm not sure. Just that, on the night you return, you held my hand. So he came to my room and he had to question me why I had to look at you. He thinks I was having feelings for you already."



Pablo laughed. " Seriously? He asked you that? " He continued laughing. " I'm sorry, this is funny." He stops laughing. " Well, I won't blame him, he is only trying to protect his slave."



" That's not protection, that's torture. I know my father made a big mistake, and I know he deserves what he got from your father but, I don't deserve any of this. I don't even know my father made a bargain with your father. And now, I'm serving the consequences of my father's mistake. And that day, your brother chose to torture me and two days ago, he raped me. He broke me, he took away my pride, my dignity. So, I don't see any of these as protection, it's a life no one wants to live."



Pablo listened. He could feel the pains in her voice.



" You're different from the others. Since I knew you, you've been kind to me. No one has ever smiled at me, or look me in the eyes and have a nice chat with me. But you did, not just now, other times."



" I'm not so gentle as you think." He said.



" It doesn't matter. You have been, and you are still gentle and kind to me. And I appreciate it."



He nods his head, returning the smile. " I'm happy. I'm happy that you're happy and that you are really an obedient girl." Anastasia looked confused. He rested his both hands on her shoulders, "When I say obedient, I meant you're really good at following rules. I remember telling you that you should maintain eye contact with me while I am talking and you're doing it. I'm impressed."



" I. . . I'm not so good at maintaining eye contacts especially with men. I barely even look at them for a minute."



" So, why haven't you taken your eyes off me since we came here? " He asked.



Have she been staring at him this long? Oh no, he just caught her, didn't he?



She tries to look away but he held her chin, that she was staring at him again. " Don't even dare look away from me."



And the atmosphere wasn't helping matters at the moment as cold breeze blew to their direction, causing gooseflesh on her skin. She could feel ice escalate in her vain, but where exactly was the ice feeling coming from?



He was staring into her eyes, so deep into her soul and if it were possible, he would see every organs of her body just by his mere gaze. Anastasia felt an electric spark ignite in her blood, sending sweet sensations into her soul.



The way he was looking at her made her feel heaven at her door step, and she wouldn't want to go without embracing it. Her hormones were rising, trying to take dominion over her soul and body. She wants to pull away from him, and avoid getting disgraced by her emotions.



But his touch on her skin made her still, like she wasn't in control of herself anymore. Like there was something wedging her back from leaving against her will.



Slowly, his face leaned close to hers and she could feel his hot breath on her skin. He was so close to her that their nose made contact, waiting for the final judgement to be passed down.



He grabbed her lower lips, and softly he kissed on it. Hungrily but passionately, and she didn't hesitate. She kissed him back.



He held her cheek and the other hand traveled down to her slim waist, pulling her more close to himself like he was scared she'd pull away. Anastasia spread her arms around his neck, that she pulled his face to hers as if she wasn't getting enough of the kiss. His kiss.



After what took like minutes, they broke free from each other's lips, gasping heavily with their forehead on each other. " You're a good kisser." He admits.



" And you're my first kiss."



Pablo was surprised. She has never kissed a man before? Not even with Micheal who had raped her?



" Are you fu*king serious?" He asked.



" My dad hates to see me with a guy. He even had someone spying on me whenever I go to school. And yes, Micheal never kissed me, he only fu*ked me."



Pablo smiled. " Seriously? You're a badass at this."



" Maybe I should thank you. You just taught me how to kiss." They laughed. Pablo again, grabbed her lips, but this time he hungrily kissed her non-stop.



But there was someone watching from behind. His name is Scar, Micheal's best friend. Micheal had ordered him to keep an eye on Anastasia, especially at night.



He wasn't just watching, he was likewise video recording them in the act. Quietly he sneaked away to Micheal's room. He offered a knock on the door. "Mic, it's me, Scar. I have something you might want to see."



Micheal opened the door, his eyes looked dull and heavy like he was halfway to a deep sleep. " You just interrupted me from the best dream ever, Scar." He said, dragging the last few words.



" Well, I think what I am about to tell or show you is much more important than that very sweet dreams of yours, Micheal." He said, stressing on his name.



" Fine, just say it, okay. I wanna sleep." He opens the door for him to enter.



" What I am about to say is concerning your brother, Pablo and your sweet doll, Anastasia."



" What about them?" He asked nonchalantly.



" Now here comes the part where you have to see for yourself." He takes out his phone from his back pocket. He click on the video and it started playing. He gave it to Micheal who picks interest at watching it.





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To Be Continued…


Micheal's face turned red. His grip on the phone became tight, and if not taken away he is likely to destroy it at the moment.



The way they kissed each other pained him. The way Pablo's hands held her waist, coupled with the way she was holding him, and the way their lips tangled in each other's. . . that was damn hot for him to bear.



He gave Scar his phone, taking in a deep breath. "Are they still at the garden?" He asked, a hint of anger sounded in his voice.



" Yes."



" Still kissing? "



" Possibly."



" Let them have their fun, I'll handle this tomorrow. You should get some sleep too."



His eyes turned red, he felt like storming out of the room down to the garden and have the both of them crumbled to death. And most especially, he was gonna make sure Anastasia taste hell for this.





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Anastasia couldn't sleep because of the excess happiness which burnt in her inside. And she couldn't take off the thought of what happened last night.



Each seconds felt like

Chapter 6: MICHEAL'S ANGER