Novel & Cerita Milady Ch 8

“Pffff, what idiot wrote that? If you read, so the Great Flood is our work. Putting aside the books, Mila sat down on one of the easy chairs, then sat on the second one, noting the comfort of the furniture. And with lust she looked at the ottoman: wide, with soft upholstery and three pillows. A warm wave of anticipation of a peaceful sleep spread through the body without fear of being caught at the amusement of the brothers of the Grand Marquis and the incessant chatter of the latter. She moved to the ottoman, removed and carefully placed her sandals beside her, and finally lay down, placing one velvet pillow under her head and holding the other tightly to her chest. It seemed that she had n

So, Mila had to follow the set rules and let them do what they were supposed to do. But, still, she felt a little uncomfortable when these people helped her to take off her clothes and rub her body while she was soaking in the bathtub filled with various flowers petals, making Mila feel a little uncomfortable, she winced, but didn't say anything. They rubbed her body down to every inch of her skin and washed her long white hair and this made her look like a doll being bathed. And because she was bored, as she didn't do anything, Mila fell asleep again, especially when they started massaging her body and scalp.

Before she could ponder about it, the woman continued, “Milady.” Zaina observed the woman who seemed to be quite old. But Zaina could not decide her age. The woman had long black hair which she had left open and every finger of hers had a ring. “Please take your seat, Milady.” The woman took her seat first and pointed to the chair in front of her. Zaina did as she was told and anticipated what the woman would do next. “What do you want to find out, Lady?” “I don’t know. I have never tried this before.” Zaina answered unsure of what the women meant.

She wags her tail, it’s white tip—called the shepherd’s lantern—tracing an infinity pattern in the air. Yes, Alpha. Milady’s room is upstairs to the right. Triumvir, I will show you where things to clean are stored. Tessa hobbles a slow turn and, sweeping my unconscious mate into my arms, I follow her out, heading across the kitchen towards the stairs. “Dammit, Ian! You left bloody footprints all the way across the kitchen! Now I have to clean that too!” Don’t be such a baby, Triumvir. Come along now.

Charlotte Hayes’ POV My mind was racing with questions. But I can't be afraid in front of this man. "Who knows?" I said, still smiling. I chuckled, causing Luca to smile slightly. He looked at me for a split second before bowing and said elegantly, "Well then. Milady, follow me." We were walking down the spacious hallways, greeted by various paintings as we passed.

Then she remembered Cheri’s lessons, her voice echoing in her mind as clearly as if she were standing beside her. “Remember, you’re walking with Ethan Moretti next to you. Stand tall, shoulders back, head high. Imagine a crown on your head to keep perfect posture.” Millie realized her shoulders had been slouching, and she quickly adjusted, straightening her spine and lifting her chin. Her stride became more deliberate, her movements more graceful. As they ascended the steps toward the second tier of the massive round table, she forced herself to maintain the air of confidence Cheri had drilled into her.

She was led naked down a torch lit corridor, past open archways where bodies moved together in slow, fluid rhythms, skin gliding on skin, mouths tracing throats, low moans rising and falling like distant waves. They brought her to a preparation chamber of white marble and flickering candles. Three women waited, robed in sheer crimson, their breasts visible beneath the gauze. They guided her into a sunken copper tub filled with steaming water scented with jasmine and ylang ylang. Their hands were reverent and merciless. One poured warm water over her shoulders while another lathered her hair with oil that smelled of sandalwood and lavender. The third knelt between her spread thighs and washed

“Time for a splendid make-over Milady!” First, they made me sit on a white couch in front of a white vanity, letting me see my reflection through the mirror. They formed a circle around me and they looked at each other first, then at me, they gave me a meaningful smile which brought shiver down to my spine. Why do they look like they’re going to torture me? They put so may boxes in front of me and brushes with different sizes. I flinched as they began putting powder on my face. ***

Don't forget, conquering opponents in bed is ingrained in the Wiratama family, directly proportional to getting rid of opponents in the business world. I removed the remaining fabric from Milly's body as I touched the entire surface of her skin with weak finger taps. Channeling a puff of breath, tracing the dampness of her sweat-coated pores. Milly shuddered, goose bumps rising, the fine hair along her arms. I, too, stripped naked, draped myself behind Milly who straddled Aryo, while squeezing her every-woman pride that didn't fit in the palm of my hand. Like a solid jelly that could wiggle.

You just woke him up from la la land". After saying it, the maids present all burst into laughter. The doctor scratched his head and ran upstairs to freshen up too. He can't afford to be late, after all he doesn't want Mr Thomas to tackle him and roast him with a sarcastic comment for being late. When Mila got to her room, she kept the paper bag on the bed and rushed to take her bath. She took a bathrobe she saw in the closet and put it on her body, before entering the bathroom. Since she was not strong enough, she decided to bathe quickly, so she quickly took a shower. When the water dropped on her body, she smiled in satisfaction. She quickly scrubs her body with a soft sponge before washi