Sweet Aphrodite's POV
　　My lips are parted while I am staring at him. I can't believe that I am seeing a man who is extremely handsome. He is playing his lips with his fingers while examining me intently. I pursed my lips to save myself from embarrassment. I feel stupid for almost drooling over a man.
　　I can feel my heart beating harshly and I want to touch my chest just to make sure that it won't escape from me but it would make his effect on me obvious. It is beating as if I just finished running in a race. I inhaled sharply then realized that his effect on me is familiar.

　　I stared on his face.
　　"Who are you? Are you related to the owner?" I asked politely while masking what I am feeling and stopped myself from stuttering.
　　I examined him again. His well built-body is free to see because he is topless. He has muscles on the right places and his abs are dashing. His veins are effortlessly protruding on his arms. The collarbone and adam's apple of this man are eye-catching.
　　I looked at his face when he drank the remaining water on his glass then he put it after on the center table beside him. He looks divine as if his sculptor took all the time in the world to make him this perfect. The structure of his jaw is perfectly angled, emitting a ruthless aura in a simple clench of it. He has a straight nose adding to the arrogance of his face. The deep set of his gray eyes are decorated with thick eyebrows and lashes.
　　The man put his hands in his pockets then started walking towards me. My breath hitched because of his movements. The dominance he is oozing out made me feel like I am just a child. I almost stepped backwards as he neared me. He is effortlessly prim and proper as if he is no ordinary man.
　　I looked away when he stopped few steps away from me. The distance is still big but I am already too intimidated with his presence.

　　Silence stretched between us. I am confused why did he walk towards me. I glanced on him and I see again the face that any woman would praise. Maybe even a plant.
　　I should leave. My mind is starting to think crazily. This is not me.
　　"I need to go..." I said that came out as a whisper then I turned my back. I immediately stepped backward when the big handle of the door hit my chest.
　　My cheeks heated in shame. Why am I embarrassing myself? I kept the pain in myself and gritted my teeth.

　　"Are you the new hired maid?" His baritone voice filled my ear.
　　I am very aware of his presence on my back. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lips then nodded my head. I gripped on the handle when my body started to feel like melting. This is familiar.
　　To face him, I turned my back to the door and stared on his face. This is familiar because I felt it too to Rage and to the mysterious man. I stared on his gray eyes. We are now staring at each other.
　　Is he that man?
　　But as he stare at me, there is no any recognition on his eyes like he really doesn't know me. His face is void of emotion.
　　I feel like if that mysterious man see me, he would be glad and would not react this way.
　　They only have the same eye color. There are a lot of people with gray eyes.
　　I mentally shove those thoughts away. They are not the same man.
　　Maybe the reason why am I reacting this way because he is really gorgeous. His face is just perfect. The details are immaculate and anyone could be starstruck.
　　"To answer your first question, he is just my assistant," he uttered coldly and scanned me from head to toe then turned his back to me. "You can leave now,"
　　I almost jump when I saw the perfect cut of his muscles on his back. Before I can even slap myself, I already left. My mind is making me think of worldly things and I have never done that!
　　Sleeping became hard for me that night. Except that I already have a job which is high paying, that man is my boss, too. Based on what he said, he is the owner. The man whom I talked with earlier is just his assistant so he is the boss, right?
　　I looked for a comfortable position to sleep but I just can't. I jerked up and decided to sat on the bed just to think. Slapping myself, I tried to gain back my innocent mind. I should stop thinking about how beautiful the body of my boss is.
　　The mysterious man who saves me is better. I bit my lips and suppressed my giggle. I can't make a noise because Stella and Irene are sleeping and we are all together in one room. We're just parted by our own beds.
　　Right. If I would have a first man to like, I will choose the mysterious man. He is nicer and he saved me from death multiple times. He also got my first kiss.
　　I was dumbfounded for few seconds then I realized that I should stop thinking about men. My priority in life is my study and work. I lived for nineteen years without any romance because my goal is to have a happy life independently. Then maybe in the near future, I could have someone to be with.
　　I sighed. A movement from my peripheral view caught my attention. I glanced on the window beside me. It is covered with a thin and white curtain. I saw movement again. Curious, I pushed the curtain aside. My lips parted in awe when I saw him.
　　With the help of the light from my dim lampshade, I could see a bit of his face that is covered with his black half-mask. He is wearing the hood of his jacket.
　　I quickly stood and opened the sliding glass window. I forgot counting how many days have passed since the last time we met.
　　"My Sweet."
　　The butterflies suddenly appeared in my stomach.
　　"H-hey.." I whispered.
　　The familiar irregular beating of my heart is happening again. Security enveloped my being with his presence. This is the best feeling that I have ever felt in this world.
　　I grew up in the orphanage. Although I was raised by a nun, I never felt this kind of security. There are a lot of orphan that is why they can't focus in each individual emotionally and mentally. But I am still thankful that I had a good life there. And now, I am here, where I am able to experience more feelings and affection.
　　I put my elbows on the frame of the window and rested my chin on my clasped fingers. The night breeze made my hair dance softly. My breath hitched when he reached for the strands of my hair that are covering my face then tucked it at the back of my ear. The tingling sensation ran down my body after his finger touched my skin.
　　"How are you?" he whispered huskily.
　　A small smile stretched on my lips. The moonlight is touching his back, giving shadows on his face. I tilted my head a bit while staring at him.
　　"I'm fine. I have a new job. I just lost my last job but then, another came so..." I can't stop but to smile widely.
　　He nodded a bit then looked down at my lips. "That's good," he slowly answered.
　　I swallowed the lump in my throat. I feel like my lips are melting because of his stares. His cold hand touched my left cheek then caressed it gently while his eyes are still on there.
　　Staring on his gray eyes, I feel like I am being hypnotized. They look gentle and passionate but the hint of danger is lingering at the corner. Why can I read him now this easy? Why he looks vulnerable tonight?
　　He pushed me away gently then he slightly bent down so his head can go in. His hand snaked around my waist then he kissed the tip of my nose. I glanced at my back to check Irene and Stella but he immediately made me face again by pushing my cheek on his direction.
　　His gray eyes darkened and his sharp jaw clenched. "When we are together, I want you to look at me, only to me," he whispered in authoritative manner while staring at me. He softly kissed my cheek. Small voltage of electricity crawled in my skin when his cold breath fanned it. "Do you understand that?" he asked against my cheek.
　　My breathing became slow and heavy due to the intense feeling. "Y-yes..." I answered nervously.
　　His lips from my cheek trailed down then stop to the corner of my lips. My hand automatically hold a grip on his arms for support when I almost lost my balance because of his moves.
　　"Would you follow that?" he asked.
　　I closed my eyes when I felt his teases. He lightly kissed my lips making me want for more. Then he grazed his lips against mine. I tightened my grip on him and when he gently bit my lips, I lost it. He immediately fed my hunger for his kisses with a deep one. I put my hands on his shoulder, pulling him closer to me but the wall between us only allowed his upper body. The torment that I felt earlier drove me this desperate and he gladly satiated my thirst.
　　He only stopped the kiss when I ran out of breath. With heavy eyes, I stared on his lips then to his eyes. He eyed me with so much desire. His fingers fondled my lower lip as he stared me intently.
　　"Of course you will follow anything I'll say."