11: Dark Missions.

"What are you doing?" Armando asked while looking deep into her eyes in admiration. "What did you do with me? Did you? Did we--"

"Stop stuttering and crying like a lost child. I am not into forcing myself on anyone, women line up at my door praying that I call them in and bed with them. If I wanted you, I wouldn't do that in your unconscious state." He explained with no emotion on his face.

"B-but then... You--"

"You are still stuttering. You should let go. Now." He ordered his gaze so cold that it made her shiver. It was at that moment that she realized she was still grabbing him by the collar and immediately let go.

She looked away from him while he dusted out the part in which she had wrinkled. "You seem to have the habit of never growing up or being smart, huh? Do you want another punishment?" He asked.

She looked up at him and saw the seriousness in his eyes, then decided to answer, "N- no, I... I was too impulsive just now. I apologize, Master Armando."

She stammered and hurrie