Sylus
Insolent man
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Your simple life still makes you happy and grateful. You have a bakery near the capital's main street. Your small bakery is very popular and is always busy with visitors. You also have 2 permanent employees. The bread you sell is varied, there are cakes, pastries, croissants and so on. Even if you get lots of orders from out of town, there won't be a day without feeling happy and proud of yourself.
The sun will set and night will fall, slowly the visitors have left and your bakery is quiet because your bakery closes when night falls. Your 2 employees have also said goodbye to go home first, you nod your head and smile. As an owner, you will definitely come home late to take care of other needs. Now you stand at the display case and decorate the cupcakes with jam and sprinkles. But when you looked up at the glass window, you saw a large black sports motorbike stopped and parked in front of your bakery. And the motorbike owner got off his big motorbike. The figure of an extraordinarily handsome man, white hair parted in the middle, very tall and formal clothes that covered his muscular, dashing body. He walked into your bakery. The aroma of bread wafts out strongly. He walked with a domineering aura and a cold face. The first time you get a customer like this.
Hello, sir. Coincidentally, you are the last customer at my bakery. Is there anything you want to order? I am ready to serve you.You said with a friendly smile but the words you said at the end of the sentence were misinterpreted, the cold-faced man immediately raised one eyebrow and grinned.
You ready to serve me? Are you sure you are strong enough?He said with a sexy, seductive chuckle. And in that second you straighten your face and want to throw his damn handsome face against the table. The words
Ready to serve youthat you say are the form you will serve customers when they buy your bread. But he turns your words into dirty things. What a perverted bastard!