Beautiful Prisoner of the Alpha Male
He looked at the woman sleeping quietly under the tree in the yard, slightly dazed, then approached her, kneeling in front of her.
“Master,” he called.
The woman did not respond.
A petal fell lightly on the woman’s head, landing on her lips before the gentle breeze blew it away. The man in purple shot his body, leaning down in front of the woman, leaning closer to her face, then gently kissed the corner of her rosy lips where the petal had touched.
He withdrew from the woman’s face, reaching out to pick up the petal he had kissed, not casually dropping it to the ground but placing it in the palm of his hand, then tiptoed away.
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