Chapter 4 : Can I Feel This Kiss For A Long Time?

"It seems sad where you live." I turned to this demon, and I gave me a murderous look. Yeah, my life and he are as far away as the ends of the sky and the crust of hell. Think of it as Edmund, who is in hell.

"Stop talking, Sir!"

Edmund chuckled. Shit! I could be silent because I saw his good looks, he is not wearing formal clothes now. Only white polo shirt, white hat, and gray training pants. Even his appearance is normal, and he still looks classy, ​​not like me, who wants to be made over. However, I still look like a mess.

Edmund forced me to live in his penthouse. With the excuse that I remain his slave 24 hours, even 25 hours. Imagine what kind of hell I was living.

He put one hand in his pocket. I've been fascinated by Edmund's good looks. Not gonna lie. He is one of the most handsome man I've ever met. He's like Ashton Kutcher's twin. Why is the world never fair? I like it when I see all of his hair messy, so tempting my faith is only as big as a corn kernel.

I saw his hands were white with a lot of hair and knuckles. Oh, your brain, Em, even I imagine another long, veined object. Emerald pervert!

"Are you satisfied looking at me, Miss?" I immediately gaped, damn it. I didn't know what I was doing. Why are you always acting stupid, Em?

I went straight inside. Edmund was kind enough to help me pack. There aren't too many things, just my clothes, and a few cooking utensils even though I don't need them all as long as my clothes are safe. I can save on the cost of food and apartment rent with this, and I can pay the debt of this demon. But, I got a salary from him and came back to him, right? It seems I was meant to be his slave only.

"What do you want to pack?"

"My clothes, Sir."

"Just throw away the rotten clothes. I'll tell someone to buy them for you."

"And I'm getting more and more in debt?" I teased him. Edmund just shrugged his shoulders indifferently. Super cool, even though he's so cool.

"I did plan to make you my slave forever, you stupid, clumsy, and rebellious women." I immediately showed my middle finger to him.

I dragged the red suitcase and put all my clothes inside. If I can be honest, I rarely take care of all these clothes, so they look unkempt and like clothes that aren't worth wearing. Yeah, I was a mess.

One suitcase is complete. I also have to put my shoes and bags in different suitcases. Edmund just stood and looked at the cramped apartment I rented.

"Be rich, so you don't have trouble and don't commit crimes. Poor people are more likely to commit crimes, pickpockets, robbery, get drunk on dark streets, carry firearms with no purpose."

"Even the rich are more criminals. Look at the mafia."

"They play pretty, won't get caught and tidy. Poor people are very reckless." I keep putting all my needs in my suitcase, and it seems like I need three bags for this.

"Marry me, and I will not be poor."

"Worked for me 100 years, and I'll marry you." I looked at Edmund, who was sitting on the old couch where I used to laze around watching Netflix while eating popcorn littering. I have to admit I was a dirty girl, but not anymore. Edmund's house did not allow the crime to be committed.

"And I've become a fossil." Edmund chuckled again, turning his hair back. I want to feel the thick hair. Is it smooth and fragrant hair?

"My good looks are not in doubt." I rolled my eyes. I thought he was a clumsy, serious, and joking person. But he is the complete package of the most annoying person I've ever met in my life.

"It is ready, Sir."

Edmund immediately walked out. Is there no intention of helping me? Even though he knew I had three suitcases ready, I was speechless, and he often did whatever he wanted. Indeed, rich people are always arrogant.

"Sir, you won't help me? Bring one of my suitcases."

"I'm not your slave!" he broke up and walked away. I stomped my feet in annoyance but still dragging the black and red suitcase out, and he didn't help at all. Come to your senses, Em. He's a different level. He doesn't deserve you to ask! I arranged my chest, even though he was the one who told me to move.

I kept dragging the suitcase after Edmund, many times holding back annoyed but what I can do. Remember, this is all your stuff, Em.

At the car, Edmund was sitting quietly and playing on his cell phone.

"Sir, open the back door. I want to put the suitcase." Edmund just kept quiet and looked at me. He opened it, and I put it in the trunk. I had to go back and get the one remaining suitcase. 

The rental period for this apartment is still there, so I don't need to decide in advance. This is the most oversized suitcase. Hopefully, I won't be thrown out, so I don't bother thinking about moving around later. Other items were still left in the apartment. But the arrogant boss acted casually.

"You are as slow as a worm." Edmund immediately grabbed the suitcase, initially annoyed but seeing the big hand clutching the suitcase and seeing his jutting veins, I smiled unconsciously.

Crazy Emerald!

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"What are your strengths besides being clumsy?" asked Edmund innocently as he played on his cell phone. He waited for me to cook. He wanted to have dinner at home and told me to cook. My specialty is making sandwiches. Besides, I have never tried any other menu.

Tonight I'm trying to make pizza, and I've seen the recipe on the internet, which doesn't seem too difficult. I want to make lots of toppings on the pizza, so it's complete.

"Looks like I'm going to starve to death waiting for this."

"Sir, I haven't even finished slicing an onion."

"Cook the others too."

"What is that?"

"What can I cook?"

"Sandwich, sir."

"Don't talk already." I immediately stuck the knife into the finger and sliced ​​it hard. Indicates I'm angry and upset. If I was a cold-blooded psychopath cutting Edmund's tongue the first thing I did, he was so annoying, and he spoke without caring about how other people felt.

Half an hour, the pizza is ready. It looks pretty though I can't be sure it's taste. I'm afraid it's not the same as Edmund's tongue, which likes to taste strange, expensive foods that make you cry.

"Sir, it looks like mac n cheese doesn't sound bad. Do you need to add more?"

"Yes," Edmund answered in a bored tone. Maybe he's sick of waiting so long just for dinner. Even though he has a maid who can cook fast in five minutes, he has a grudge against me and loves to torture me. He wanted me to die young.

I prepared everything for almost an hour, and it seemed like Edmund had lost his appetite.

"Just make me a coffee." I gave a forced smile and returned to my back while making coffee for the revered young master.

I just remembered that Edmund has never tasted the coffee I made yesterday, imagine that I make coffee twice and nothing is touched. It looks like what I did was worthless in his eyes. I took a deep breath, be patient, Em. If you are a rich person, you will behave like that too.

"Here your coffee, Sir." Edmund looked at coffee and looked at me too. Is there something wrong with my appearance? I'm just wearing a pink hoodie and long black leggings.

Edmund took a sip of the coffee. I waited if there were terrible comments out of his mouth. He even looked me from the end of the glass.

"What are you doing?"

"How's my coffee?"

"Nothing special." I sneered irritably. Are you waiting for Edmund's compliment? Just like you, you are waiting for the dead to rise from the grave.

"Let's eat, Sir."

"You eat. You seem to like to eat like a sheep."

"I'm like a cute, adorable little lamb." No need to wait long. I immediately devoured the pizza.

Edmund is now wearing his glasses and checking the work on his tab. His simple appearance like this made him more handsome many times over. Do I have to be as pretty as Miranda Kerr to be seen by this man? Oh my, Em, what poison is poisoning your brain?

"Sir, I can finish all this, but as a servant who is kind and not arrogant, I will leave it for you. You can eat later by heating in the microwave." Edmund caught a glimpse of me and returned to focus on his work. Or is he playing a game?

So full, I tidied everything, washed the dishes, and it seemed like I could say goodbye to sleep. Tomorrow is another torture awaiting.

You have to be strong, Em.

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"You sleep like a cow." admonished Edmund. Even though I was dreaming that in the kingdom of Arandelle, there was a prince Christof who helped me free from the grip of Edmund, who loved to torture me.

I got closer to the blanket and covered my whole body.

"Sir, I'm very sleepy. Wait for me to finish the mission with Christopher, and I returned after being escorted by Olaf."

"Akkkkhhhh!" I screamed as the blanket was pulled, and Edmund pulled me down under the floor. Damn it! You arrogant rich man!

"Oh shit! My ass!" I stroked my butt, which landed on the floor with no smoothness.

"Come with me to eat!" Edmund ordered.

"What time is it, Sir?"

"Time not to ask too many questions. Hurry!"

I threw the blanket over the bed, turned on the light, and checked the clock. 02.46 o'clock.

Edmund seemed to want to make me die young if he forced me to wake up like this every day. I took a deep breath. For the damn debt, otherwise, I'll sleep in peace with my rotten blanket.

I turned on the light and warmed the food earlier. My days will be filled with shit like this.

It looks like Edmund is sleepy, but his stomach is hungry. He told me to order food but didn't want to.

"I'm full, Sir. So you eat alone."

"Who told you to eat together?" asked Edmund. I immediately stomped my feet in annoyance and returned to the bedroom.

"Who told you to go?" I turned around, the taste for swallowing people so strongly. Damn Edmund!

"You're not asking me to eat!"

"Sit here." I flung my ass in annoyance and watched Edmund eat his way. Who told him to eat that he didn't want to?

I only drank water many times to ward off sleepiness. Edmund gulped it, and the meal was finished. He drank wine and water. I cleaned up and saw that Edmund wasn't there anymore.

"You have no feelings!"

I turned off the light and went back to my room. And I saw Edmund casually lying there in my bed. Very polite, Sir?

"Sorry, Sir. You have your room, so please sleep in yours." I stood at the end of the bed and waited for Edmund to get out of bed.

"This is my room. You have nothing," replied Edmund. Shit! He's right too.

"Okay, I'll sleep on the floor." I pulled up the blankets and pillows and slept on the floor.

I spread the blanket on the floor and lay down on the floor. Shit! All my body aches. I covered myself with the blanket.

"Why did you kick me?" I asked fiercely when that damn human Edmund disrespectfully kicked me. He thought I was a ball?

"Go to sleep."

I covered my face again with the blanket.

"Kyaaaaaa! Damn Edmund!" I screamed as he lifted my body and immediately threw it down on the bed. He did let me die quickly!

"Sleep, how noisy you are." Edmund got up on the bed and hugged me. I can't even breathe now.

"Sir, I can't breathe."

"Just sleep."

"Sir, you hugged me so tightly. I'm breathing, Sir." Edmund loosened his arms.

"Sir, I'll just sleep on the floor."

"How noisy you are!"

"Sir, I feel uncomfortable sleeping together, Sir."

"Talk one more time, and I'll kiss you!" threatened Edmund.

"Sir-,"

My mouth was gagged. I can only bulge my eyes. He's just trying to cover my mouth, but I want him to kiss me. Finally, I licked his lips, and Edmund stuck his tongue in mine. The wine he had been drinking was still tasted.

I close my eyes as he kisses me deeply. Feeling Deja Vu, it's like I've felt this before.

I love Edmund's kiss. Can I feel this kiss for a long time? Can he keep kissing me?

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I'm sorry this part is weird. Only the interactions between Edmund and Emerald can keep you entertained.

I hope you guys like Edmund and Emerald.

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