All Chapters of Slave of your body: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I hung up the call before an argument could start. Harry doesn't want me to take care of the kitchen, let alone cleaning. After he remembered that I always had a maid who helped me with cleaning and sometimes with cooking, he said he would look for a couple of employees. However, I refused because I don't want him to spend too much. But after this, I think he will take care of bringing more personnel because we already have the garden caretaker, driver, and a lady who helps my aunt clean, but that's not enough. The estate is big, and even though it's hard for me to accept things, Harry is right. The house can't be kept clean with only two people. It's large, and I don't think I can handle everything. Now that I've left the phone on the counter, I tell my aunt that we have to get to work because Harry and another guest are coming to the house. She nods and tells me that everything is completely calculated because everything is prepared, and the gardener will help her with what we can

"Incredible, I'm in my underwear, which means... Harry," I say. "Are you feeling okay?" I'm surprised to see Harry's concerned face as he exits the bathroom and approaches me. He looks great in his black boxers and freshly tousled hair, while I must look horrible with my hair loose and drooling. "Terrible," I confess, feeling grumpy. "I missed lunch." He laughs. If I could coordinate my movements, I'd slap his chest. He wraps his arms around me, and I appreciate the support as I sink my head into his chest. I could easily fall asleep again. His body is so warm; I feel good and protected. A part of my subconscious tells me to stop complaining, as the best thing about that lunch is to sleep through it all and ignore that woman. Ahhh... I want to believe that, but it's hard to believe that I fell asleep after taking a pill for the sudden discomforts that hit me out of nowhere; dizziness and vomiting. "I've been worried sick," he begins to stroke my hair, "you don't have to worry, e

+ Half past five, ugh, the sun is already up. I got out of bed with Harry, not to cause mischief or take a morning shower, nor to have breakfast. No, it's all because he suddenly got the idea to take a twenty-four-hour express trip. We left the city in his car, heading towards Alberta, almost two hundred and seventy-four kilometers away from Edmonton. Occasionally, I catch him looking at me instead of the road. And every time I do, he smiles at me and squeezes my knee, which he has been holding for most of the journey. I begin to think that my husband is romantic, passionate, quite unstable, tremendously self-assured, and excessively rich. Oh, and beastly in bed. "Where are you taking me?" I ask. "We've already left the city, and we've been on the road for three hours." He looks at me with a raised eyebrow and lowers the volume of the music with the steering wheel controls. "I want to spend a whole day away from everyone. The truth is, I got an email saying I have to travel tomor

A terrible headache makes my eyes slowly open, and I want to sleep a little longer. The first thing I see is the ceiling, and then I let out a deep sigh as I move. Ow… My groin hurts, and I don't understand why I'm in pain. "Good morning, breakfast is ready," my body freezes automatically, my eyes widen, and my heart wants to jump out of my chest, "it's nice to see you sleeping." No, no, no. I don't care if this is a childish thought, but the first thing that comes to mind is to pinch myself. I need to be sure that I'm not still in a dream. If it's a dream, I can tackle that man again, but if it's real life, the first thing I want to do is shoot myself because if not, I'll die of moral embarrassment. But before I do that, I start praying and saying the Lord's Prayer. It's not that I'm a nun or a devout follower of God, but now more than ever, I need Him. This has to be a dream! One... two... three... "Ow..." I let out a small scream as I feel the strong pinch I'd given myself on

Have a good trip Unintentionally, a small sigh escapes me, because I can't help but look at the sky. How beautiful the stars are, I envy their brightness because it's so wonderful to have that and to have your life be like the shine of that star. I take a deep breath, then let out a sigh and continue to gaze at the sky illuminated by stars and the beautiful moon. It's three in the morning and I haven't been able to sleep because I've been mesmerized by the sky... Lie! I can't sleep because my conscience is killing me, I can't stop thinking about Harry. What is he doing? It hurts to think that he has forgotten about me. It's been fifteen days, and he hasn't even bothered to send me a text or call, I'm too worried. According to Harper, he's very busy and travels a lot, and I shouldn't think the worst because everything is fine. However, I don't understand why he can't call me, what does it cost him to tell me that he misses me? Aaahhh... Tears escape without my permission. Since he le