We're currently seated on the couch, waiting for Adams. He said he could return home later and that we might come here first. When I indicated that I was going with a woman who wanted to meet him, he didn't even question or inquire about whom the woman was.
“No, don't touch it!” I grabbed the woman's hand as she was going to touch the vase with the magnificent flower. She had been gripping things tightly already, and I was frightened she might shatter them.
I just discovered that, despite the size of Adams' home, he does not employ a housekeeper or maid. Possibly, he asks the maids to clean up while he's not here, and I see why he doesn't retain maids here. The woman, whose name I still didn't know, neared me. She doesn't even tell her name.
“Why don't you trust Ad — er, DM stuff to me? I'm not going to steal them. Moreover, because they are so hefty, I am unlikely to destroy with only one touch.” Her grin and voice had become irritated, and I raised an eyebrow as a result of what she did.
I was about to respond when she was dashed upstairs. Is her misbehavior due only to her childhood, or is it due to her personality, which crosses borders every time she visits another house? I instantly after her because I was afraid she might enter Adams' room.
“HEY!” I couldn't think of anything else to call her, so I reprimanded her. She didn't even turn around to go on. When I stepped on the steps and clutched the handrail, she was at the top. When she turned to the room where Adams was streaming, I had no doubt that was where she was headed.
I could have chased her if my phone hadn't just rung. I just watched the woman enter the room and no longer restrained her. Certainly, to me, Adams would be angry with me when something was damaged or lost in his belongings. I was walking slowly when I answered the call.
That’s still the unknown number, and that’s Adams. I haven't saved his number yet because I'm still lazy. When I answered the call, I was winded. I closed my eyes as I put the phone to my ear. I still had small chases in my breath, so I stroked my chest.
“What happened? Why do you seem to be fighting with the dog?” Adams's voice returned with a joke. I pinched my legs because I felt happy. Earlier, he treated me coldly. Maybe it was because I was hiding and avoiding him, but now that his treatment of me is back my heart leaps with joy.
“The woman I took with me suddenly ran to your studio. My head is hurting.” When I opened my eyes, the door was already open, and she didn't even close it.
“Don’t worry about it. I'm going home too. Just make sure she doesn't open the computer.” I heard a rustle around his background, so I turned off the call and went inside, where the woman was.
I came just in time, since she was already seated in front of the monitor and the gaming chair I had previously used. I was hooked in the back of my neck because it appeared like worms were crawling there, which tickled me. To get rid of it, I just scraped it.
“All right, that's enough. That's what you shouldn't touch.” She didn't listen to me, and as a result, my legs were nearly shredded owing to the magnitude of my steps. I clutched her arm strongly. It seemed as if my claws were going to burrow her flesh and the base of my skull would be severed at any minute due to my overwhelming annoyance with her.
I drew her attention to myself, and she turned to face me. She also gazed at me intently, as if she was about to murder me. This isn't the same eye I've seen previously. When she initially presented herself, she looked like an angel descended from paradise.
She returned my glance before we both turned to face the man who had entered the center of our attention. I'm not certain how many minutes have passed; Adams' office isn't far from here, so it's no surprise he arrived so quickly. But I didn't notice what happened afterward.
“ADAMS!”
The woman removed her hand from my, stood up, and rushed to hug Adams. As they turned around, I didn't instantly respond and continued facing the computer, but I could see the horror in Adams' eyes as they reflected on the screen. When I saw them cuddling, it was as if a cactus had grown in my heart, and Adams' surprised expression vanished instantly.
“Samantha.”
I was challenged right away, since Adams started the woman's name while I was unaware of it. I can't see “Samantha” response, but Adams and her face reverted to their original reaction.
"Do you know each other?”
I broke their hug and Samantha withdrew as she hugged Adams. She walked apart from Adams, and then the smile reached the sky. Her dimple appeared on her left cheek, so I knew she was having a different kind of joy. She didn't respond to me and then glanced up at Adams.
“Adams, I want to be your sub again.” There was no hesitation in Samantha's voice and tone as she said that. She's just like a normal vendor who offers to a shopper.
My body turned into a statue when Adams smiled at her and seemed to have a plan to take Samantha. With those big boobs, I’m sure all viewers will enjoy it. She doesn't have to hide her face because she seems to enjoy it — unlike me.
I didn’t let Adams answer and directly asked. My heart is beating fast. But what can I do if he agrees? I avoided him and didn’t show up for several days, what if he thought I didn’t care about him.
“Wait, how about me?”