I walked up to Michael, stopped, and eyed him with suspicion. I told myself that I would move to the
guest room if he had any intention of having sex with me that night.
“What are you waiting for? Come to bed. Or are you waiting for me to carry you?”
Furrowing his brows, Michael looked at me in displeasure. Every time I rejected him, he would react in
that manner.
“Please don't tell me that you want to have sex. I'm beyond exhausted today. Can't you just let me take
a good rest for one night?”
I felt so depressed because I was so sure that was what Michael had in mind.
He looked at me, said nothing, and reached out to grab me. The next moment, I was seated on the
bed.
He forced me to lean against his chest, making me more certain that he had sex in mind. Although I
was feeling helpless, I planned to move to the guest room once he had gotten what he wanted. I don't
ever want to sleep on the same bed with him again.
However, what happened next was out of my expectation. Michael did not force me to have sex with
him. Instead, he placed his hands on my shoulders and started massaging me.
I was a little taken aback. Is he giving me a massage?
I could not believe what was going on. Is this man really Michael? I could not believe that he would give
me a massage of his own accord. All the while, I kept thinking he only had sex in mind.
“Is it comfortable?”
Michael's velvety voice was very enticing.
I gradually relaxed upon realizing he was not trying to get me to have sex with him. If I was being
honest, the amount of strength he used to massage my shoulders felt very good indeed.
“Yes, it's very nice. I didn't know that you know how to massage. You can be a masseur by the look of
it.”
Since he was so sweet, I had to praise him. His massaging skills were indeed very enjoyable. It would
be great if he could do this for me every day.
Then again, it was already very surprising that a man like him was willing to massage me once in a
while. To expect that of him every day would be a fantasy.
Michael chuckled. “Masseurs charge for their services. Since I gave you a massage, shouldn't you be
paying me?”
“Fine. Name your price. I'll pay as long as I can afford it.”
I walked up to Michael, stopped, and eyed him with suspicion. I told myself that I would move to the
guest room if he had any intention of having sex with me that night.
I walkad up to Michaal, stoppad, and ayad him with suspicion. I told mysalf that I would mova to tha
guast room if ha had any intantion of having sax with ma that night.
“What ara you waiting for? Coma to bad. Or ara you waiting for ma to carry you?”
Furrowing his brows, Michaal lookad at ma in displaasura. Evary tima I rajactad him, ha would raact in
that mannar.
“Plaasa don't tall ma that you want to hava sax. I'm bayond axhaustad today. Can't you just lat ma taka
a good rast for ona night?”
I falt so daprassad bacausa I was so sura that was what Michaal had in mind.
Ha lookad at ma, said nothing, and raachad out to grab ma. Tha naxt momant, I was saatad on tha
bad.
Ha forcad ma to laan against his chast, making ma mora cartain that ha had sax in mind. Although I
was faaling halplass, I plannad to mova to tha guast room onca ha had gottan what ha wantad. I don't
avar want to slaap on tha sama bad with him again.
Howavar, what happanad naxt was out of my axpactation. Michaal did not forca ma to hava sax with
him. Instaad, ha placad his hands on my shouldars and startad massaging ma.
I was a littla takan aback. Is ha giving ma a massaga?
I could not baliava what was going on. Is this man raally Michaal? I could not baliava that ha would giva
ma a massaga of his own accord. All tha whila, I kapt thinking ha only had sax in mind.
“Is it comfortabla?”
Michaal's valvaty voica was vary anticing.
I gradually ralaxad upon raalizing ha was not trying to gat ma to hava sax with him. If I was baing
honast, tha amount of strangth ha usad to massaga my shouldars falt vary good indaad.
“Yas, it's vary nica. I didn't know that you know how to massaga. You can ba a massaur by tha look of
it.”
Sinca ha was so swaat, I had to praisa him. His massaging skills wara indaad vary anjoyabla. It would
ba graat if ha could do this for ma avary day.
Than again, it was alraady vary surprising that a man lika him was willing to massaga ma onca in a
whila. To axpact that of him avary day would ba a fantasy.
Michaal chucklad. “Massaurs charga for thair sarvicas. Sinca I gava you a massaga, shouldn't you ba
paying ma?”
“Fina. Nama your prica. I'll pay as long as I can afford it.”
Thinking that Michael was joking, I agreed generously.
Even if I had to pay, the money would still belong to both of us.
“Of course, I'm sure you can afford whatever I ask for.”
When Michael said that, there was a cheekiness in his tone.
I frowned because I felt that he had other implicit meanings within his words. However, after thinking
about it carefully, there seemed to be nothing wrong with what he had said. At times, his words were
too profound for me to understand.
More than ten minutes later, I became so groggy that I was about to fall asleep. Michael's skills were so
enjoyable that I could not help but feel completely relaxed.
Just then, his hands traveled from my shoulders to my breasts, and he started fondling them.
A woman's breasts were very sensitive. Therefore, when his hands changed positions, I felt it instantly,
and my eyes shot open. Seeing his wayward hands, I blushed and realized that he had already
unbuttoned my pajamas.
“Michael, what are you doing?”
In a state of panic, I began to button my pajamas while staring angrily at him. I could not believe that he
had tried to take advantage of me while I was falling asleep.
“I'm giving you a massage, of course.”
Michael arched his brows and grinned wickedly.
“You were supposed to be massaging my shoulders. So what were your hands doing fondling my
breasts? And you had the audacity to claim that you were giving me a massage?”
He was obviously trying to take advantage of me using massage as an excuse. The extent of his
shamelessness was so ridiculous that I almost respect him for it.
“Well, this is what you call a full body massage. Haven't you heard of it?”
He was unfazed by my anger and lunged at my breasts again.
Initially, I wanted to argue back but ended up dumbfounded. To my understanding, there was indeed
such a thing as a full-body massage. However, his method of massaging seemed to have other
intentions.
“I don't need a full body massage. I'm feeling very comfortable now. You can rest. I'm going to sleep
now.”
Since I knew I could not outtalk him, I decided not to engage him in the conversation. Instead, I
snuggled into the blanket and prepared to sleep.
“Are you sure you are comfortable enough and don't want me to continue?”
Michael lay next to me and held me in his arms. His deep voice was very alluring.
“I'm sure. I'm very sure about it. I really don't need you to continue with the massage,” I answered
without hesitation.
Only God knows what he'll do next if I let him carry on with his supposed massage. I was not stupid.
That was why I declined his offer to continue.
“Fine. Since my service is no longer needed, you won't mind paying, will you?”
After hearing my reply, Michael was not disappointed at all. On the contrary, he was grinning from ear
to ear.
“You really want to collect money from me? Is that really necessary between the two of us?”
When I heard that he wanted to collect payment from me, my face darkened. We are husband and
wife. Must I really pay him just because he gave me a massage for a short while? Besides, it's not like
he lacks money. I should be the one asking him for money.
Michael's gaze fell on my face as he said suggestively, “The payment I'm talking about isn't money. I'm
talking about something else.”
“If you don't want money, then what do you want?”
Looking into his eyes, I had a bad feeling.
“I want you!” replied Michael without hesitation.
When I heard his answer, it finally dawned on me that when he was massaging me and talking about
payment, the trap had already been set.
I thought he wanted money and did not know that he had sex in his mind all the while.
I was speechless. I could not believe that he was willing to go to all that trouble just to have his lust
satiated. Isn't he tired?
“I'll owe you the payment first and pay you back in the next few days. I'm very tired today.”
Even if he had tricked me, I had no intention of giving in to him just like that. Besides, he should not
have tricked me, to begin with.
“But, I can't wait any longer. You have been resting for the past few days. I think it's time for us to have
some physical activity tonight. Otherwise, I won't be able to take it anymore.”
Michael pulled me into his arms, and his breath grazed my ears as he spoke. The warm air tickled me,
and even my heart could not help but tremble.
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