Sarina
“What the–” said my boss, who couldn’t continue what he was doing after I let go of the tray of food I was carrying and made a loud noise. I was shocked, and how could I not, when I found him naked, sitting in his wheelchair! “Are you an idiot? How can you be so careless?” he asked angrily. He was surprised because of the sound of the glasses breaking and a plate full of his food.
“Why are you naked?” I also asked out of irritation. I’ve been working for him for three months, and he’s rude. That’s why my tongue is sharp when talking back to him. I'm not scared of him, except for firing me, which I think he wouldn’t; he can’t do anything else to me because, other than being in a wheelchair, he’s also blind.
“The last time I remember, this is my room, so I will do what I want to do. You should have knocked first.”
“I knocked.”
“You should have waited for me to let you in, not just go in.”
“You know that I will be back for your food. If you plan to pleasure yourself, you should have let me finish what I have to do to you before you do a burlesque show here,” I replied. “Or tonight, when everyone is asleep,” I continued while cleaning the broken utensils. I refused to look at his masculinity because it looked so hard, and I was tempted to touch it. Although his legs cannot support him, his happiness and future are still active because of the continuous exercise he practices using his hands.
“Make sure you’re not looking at me and fantasizing about me on your bed. Shouldn’t you dress me up first instead of cleaning the floor?” I roll my eyes; what if that's the case? It’s not as though I could rape him, hump! So selfish! I was just looking!
“You managed to remove your clothes by yourself; why don’t you get dressed alone too?” I answered.
“Or maybe you want me to be naked so you can see my di–-” I threw him his clothes that were lying on the bed to shut him up. I can’t help but roll my eyes at this perverted boss of mine; oh my.
“That will cover you, so shut up first and let me finish cleaning this floor,” I said, causing him to keep quiet. I didn’t look at him anymore and quickly continued cleaning. I concentrate on the floor in fear that I might just grab his dick and start singing, using it as my mic. Hey, erase! Erase! Erase! I quickly shook my head, and just as I stood up from kneeling, I looked at my boss, who I caught looking at me, too.
I stared at him closer, and I had already blinked many times, but he didn’t even blink once. For Pete’s sake, he’s blind, but why does he seem like he could see? Oh, I don’t know, I shouldn’t care about that because except for balling my fist in front of him, my side eyes, and sticking out my tongue while he scolded me, I didn’t do anything bad to him. Well, it’s not good that I do those things, but that’s it. I mean him, no harm at all.
“Shall I dress you up before I take out these broken things, or do you want me to get you your food again?” I asked,
“I want to eat first,” he said, still looking at me without blinking. I shook my head again because of what was running in my head.
“Okay, I’ll just get some food. But I’ll get you your clothes first; I don’t want to see you naked again.” Yeah, that’s right. I should do that first; I think that’s safer. He didn’t say a word, so I got him another pair of clothes. The one I threw earlier to cover his little friend was used. “Here it is, sir. You can get dressed yourself," then I left his room again.
Maximus Lardizabal is a well-known personality in the country not only because of his wealth but also because of his elegance and handsomeness. Add to that his great masculinity, and no matter what I do to avoid looking, I really can’t help but look at and lust over him.
He is known to be a playboy, a trait that is not my type. Maybe I’m just like any other ordinary girl who gets carried away by his sexy and hot body, but of course, I don’t want to be one of the girls he just sleeps with.
I learned from the helpers that he had a girlfriend. But even if he was already in a relationship, he was often seen with different women before his accident. Maybe that’s why his girlfriend left him now that he needs her.
I thought she should have cared for him for a while so she wouldn't look bad in people’s eyes. Or, she should have left before the accident. Oh crap, it was all that perverted Maximus' fault; why would I care thinking about him and his girlfriend anyway? He should have stuck to whoever his girlfriend was and been faithful to her; instead, he used his head down south to everyone wearing skirts.
According to the maids who were talking about him at home, they say he loves the woman. And because she left him, he didn’t want to get better no matter how many times his grandma told him to. He probably doesn’t want to live anymore. He loves her, so why must he be with different women? Maximus is handsome, and many women still ogle at him despite his condition. I remember my co-nurses and the doctors talking about him back in the hospital. Well, that’s what he gets for being a womanizer.
After I prepared what my good master would eat again, I returned to his bedroom. I even saw some maids talking but didn’t pay much attention because I didn’t want Maximus to scold me for being slow.
Before opening the door, I knocked and ensured it was loud enough for him to hear. He was still in his wheelchair and had his back to me when I entered. I pulled the rolling table he uses when eating and put the tray on it before I walked over to him to help him sit on the bed.
“What is that, sir?” I exclaimed. He’s wearing a t-shirt, but still, nothing on his bottom, and the shirt I used to cover him earlier is in his hands, wiping his manhood.
“Good, you’re just in time, here,” he said, then raised his hand, holding a t-shirt he was handing me. I couldn’t help but look at his face and then at his T-shirt. “What are you doing? Why haven’t you taken my T-shirt yet?” he asked, returning me to my trance.
“What are you doing, sir? Are you that sex deprived that you can’t help but use your hand?” I exclaimed. “Besides, what will I do with your t-shirt, anyway?” I asked, creasing my forehead.
“If you want, wear it,” he also said.
“Sir, there’s your semen on it!” My eyes widened looking at him, and I couldn’t stop rubbing my cheeks. I’m sure my face looks red now.
“Then why are you still asking? If you want to wash it, then wash it. If you want to throw it, then throw it away. Where is your brain, Sarina?” I took his t-shirt to end the conversation, threw it in the trash, and washed my hands afterward. “My shorts!” he shouted when I exited his bathroom. My eyes rolled as I went to the walk-in closet to get him something to wear. “Never mind, just get me a robe, and I want to shower after eating.”
So, I dressed him in a robe and then started feeding him. Every time I saw him staring at me, I noticed he looked like he could see me. He had just finished drinking water when he suddenly spoke.
“Sarina,” I was putting his food away to bring it down to the kitchen when he called me. I looked at him, and again, he looked at me as if he could see me as our eyes met. “I want to fuck you,” he added.
SarinaI don't know what I look like now, but the words he let out were not normally heard by anyone. My mouth was probably hanging open due to shock. "Can you hear me, Sarina?" I was startled by the strength of his voice."Are you still not satisfied with your hands, Sir? Don't involve me in your nonsense," I answered quickly, feeling all the blood in my body go up to my head. "I'm a nurse, Sir, and not some cheap woman. I accepted the job here because of the salary and not because of the size of your dick." I don't know why I added the last one, but I saw him grin."Say that again," he said."What is it?""The last thing you said, say it again.""Because the salary is high?""The next one,""Not because of the size of the di-" I couldn't finish because he suddenly spoke.“Damn, you turned me on. Tell me dirty things. It's nice to listen to, and it makes me feel aroused.""You're such a pervert, sir.""I'll pay you.""You think of me as a prostitute now.""10 million. For a year of f
Sarina"What do you accept?" he asked like a fool."Shit, sir, you know what I'm talking about.”"Are you nuts?" he asked again."Not really, I'm just saying.""What?""Sir!""Make it clear because I don't understand anything you're saying. What are you accepting? What do you want to say?” I would have said he was just annoying me if it wasn't for his surprised face. But anyway, I'm sure this guy is just giving me a hard time because he may know what I'm talking about."Fine, it looks like your offer is closed," I said, but he said nothing. "Just allow me to take a leave—the one with pay, huh?""Why?" he asked more.“I will find a rich man who was also willing to pay me 10 million for a year fuck.” I said."Ah, is that what you're accepting? You should have made it clear.""So, will you give me a week's leave?" I asked."You think there is a man in his right mind who would agree to do that to you?""You even offered me. Why? Are you out of your mind?" I replied. Does he think I won't
Sarina“What does this mean? Why do we need to get married?” I asked in surprise. I did ask myself whether I would let myself get touched by someone who is not my husband, but it never occurred to me that he would include the word marriage in our agreement.“You’ve seen and read it already; why must you ask?”“I still don’t understand. We are talking about marriage, sir. It’s a life-long relationship and not some casual housemate thing,” I explained.“That’s for your own good. Don’t you like it? We’re not immoral,” he asked, and I couldn’t believe he really thought about it.“I’ll get that, but I’m not ready to get married yet!”“Well, get ready. Naturally, you have prepared yourself for someone to fuck you. Why don’t you also prepare yourself to become Mrs. Maximus Lardizabal?”“You think it’s that easy?” I asked.“I know it’s not. Imagine me getting married and being tied to you?”“Exactly!” I exclaimed. Maybe because this one is crazy, I must wake him up to the truth.“What if you
SarinaMaximus and I have been living together for a week, but he still hasn’t touched me. I was a little surprised because even though we slept beside each other, he didn’t even hug me. Our marriage is already in process, and I don’t know if he is still in his right mind or what. Because of his stupidity, I find it hard to believe that he hasn’t taken what he paid for and what we agreed.I also sent my mom the 4 million to pay Dad’s debt after I asked my husband for the full payment we agreed to.We were in our bedroom, and I was dressing him up. We just showered together. I didn’t want to, but he was naughty, so I just let it happen. I even thought he would want to fuck me already, but no. “Love,” he said, making me look at him. “Can you check if the driver is ready?”“Why? Are we going somewhere?” He didn't tell me about us going somewhere, so I wondered why he asked for the driver. “Do you want to change your clothes? You’re only wearing a T-shirt and shorts.”“It’s okay, I’m just
SarinaWoah! What is this I’m feeling? I'm not innocent, and I've experienced being intimate with my ex-boyfriend, not all the way though. Still, the feeling that Maximus' hands give me is different. "You were saying, love?" he asked. I had closed my eyes because of the sensation caused by his playful fingers, making me open my eyes abruptly."Ohh... that... I mean, the donut tastes good," I answered, thinking how red my cheeks were and feeling thankful that he couldn’t see me."The donut is delicious?" he asked teasingly, smiling and looking at me. Really shit, why does he seem to see me when he smiles? If I hadn't known from the beginning that he was blind and cripled, I would have thought he was just fooling me. It's just that even in the mansion, the servants already know what happened there."Yes, taste it," I answered as I put a donut next to his mouth so he could take a bite. But I tried slapping it in his mouth when I noticed he was grinning, which annoyed me because I thought
SarinaThat idiot! Here I am at an empty table in the coffee shop where I bought the coffee for Maximus and watching him and the bitch named Midori talk. I can see her wiping her eyes so hard that anyone would think she was being aggrieved when I couldn’t see a single drop of her tears. She must have thought she could fool Maximus because he couldn’t see her.It so happens that Midori is also the same woman who left him after he went back from the States blind and confined to his wheelchair. She’s Maximus’ ex-girlfriend, who quickly broke up when she discovered his condition. I guess she thought my husband would never be able to see or walk again, so she quickly ran away as fast as four o’clock. Charot! I don’t know their past, and I have no idea.Maybe she wasn't happy that Maximus couldn’t satisfy her anymore, so she left the man. If only she had known how sex addict he was, even in his condition, she probably wouldn’t have left.I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I stood up and approac
MATURE CONTENT!!Sarina“Try to leave me like that again, Sarina; you’re gonna get what you’re looking for,” Maximus said angrily, but I ignored him and kept scrolling on my cell phone. “Are you listening?” he asked, but I still didn’t reply. Why should I care about someone who cares more about what others have to say other than my feelings?He had just arrived from the hospital with his assistant (who brought him home after I gave him a ring). As soon as Aries left after he pushed Maximus' wheelchair beside the couch that I was sitting on, he started nagging. Does he think his anger affects me? “Sarina!”“Don’t yell at me!” I shouted, too. Is he thinking I would let him do that to me because he had already paid me? “I’d do it again if I could see that bitch in the hospital next time. So tell me now if you’ll let her flirt with you so I won’t go with you anymore.”“Are you jealous?” he asked. I wanted to burst out laughing, but I held back.“Am I jealous? Why would I get jealous? Who a
Sarina"Love, I need to go to the office," said Maximus. It's Monday morning, and we are currently having breakfast. I was the one who prepared because Lisa was not around. She said she had something important to attend to for her son. It's okay because I know how to do housework."Okay," was my short reply as I continued eating."Are you still angry about what happened a week ago?""I have no right to be angry.""Love, I have already explained.""I'm just saying, since you paid me, you can do whatever you want. Our contract is over just after one year," I replied before I ate the last spoonful of my rice. Then I drank water.I ate for a long time because I would feed my husband after I ate mine. There is no problem. I understand his situation and am not a bad person to just leave him alone. So even though I've been annoyed with him for a week now and can't stand him, I can’t let him do things by himself either."Don't remind me about our contract repeatedly. I didn't force you. After