Brett brought Agatha to a luxurious restaurant after visiting the large aquarium.
Sitting inside the restaurant, Agatha looked at the grilled whole fish on her plate, before she diverted her eyes to the smiling Brett.
“I thought you were hungry. So, what are you waiting for? Dig in,” offered Brett, while pointing to the food he ordered.
At their table, there are filler-free crab cakes, grilled sushi-style octopus, firm, meaty Fagri, a Greek pink snapper, flaky, ivory Turbot, and a crisp mix of paper-thin fried zucchini, eggplant, and cheese.
“Master,” she called with a sigh.
“Yes?”
“We just visited an aquarium. Right?”
“We did.”
“Then, why did you bring me to a restaurant that offers fish and seafood?”
Agatha thought that it didn’t make sense that they are going to eat fish and seafood after sightseeing at the aquarium. It just feels so wrong.
The mystery, however, was solved by Brett’s next response. “It’s your fault,” he blamed.
“My fault?”
“You wanted to be a fish, so I suddenly crave for it.” He sliced the grilled fish in front of him and took a bite. “Hmmmm, soft and delicious.”
Agatha remembered how Brett licked his finger after fingering her p*ssy a long time ago. Her face reddened in an instant.
‘This bastard!’ she complained inside her head. ‘But there’s no point in arguing with this madman,’ she thought.
She’s very hungry right now, so it is not the time to be a picky eater. Feeling sorry for the fish she saw at the aquarium; she ate the grilled fish.
The two ate their meals without talking that much. After a while, Brett spoke.
“How’s your mission?”
The fork she was holding slipped down from her fingers, creating a thin sound of it whipping the tip of the plate. She gradually looked at him.
“Did you… succeed?” he added.
What Brett talked about was her current mission, which was to get Lanceil hard for her.
She succeeded. But she felt guilty because aside from succeeding, she also fell into Lanceil’s temptation.
Agatha gulped before she replied.
“Before that, can I know what’s your relationship with Lanceil?”
Brett frowned, but he kept the smile on his lips.
“When you two met in the orphanage, you really looked like you knew each other. Sir Lanceil didn’t say anything to me.”
Brett avoided her gaze and pursed his lips.
He cut the fish in front of him, stopped, and threw the knife on the table.
Inhaling sharply, Brett stared back at Agatha.
“You’re not allowed to know about my relationship with your boss.”
His cold voice made Agatha sad for no reason.
“I am kind to you, yes. But there’s a limit,” Brett added. “As my slave, all you need to do is to follow me without asking. You got that?”
Agatha’s hands tightened around the cutlery. She did not nod. She did not shake her head.
Agatha only exchanged gazes with her master without saying anything.
Brett grabbed a towel and wiped his lips. Next, he stood up and sat next to Agatha.
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and whispered, “So, give me your report. I think I am in the mood to hear it.”
“I saw it.”
“Saw what?”
She looked into his eyes and stared at him in a close gap.
“Sir Lanceil was touching himself while calling my name.”
“…”
Brett paused.
“To make it short, I think I suc… oh!”
Agatha couldn’t finish her word because Brett wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her closer.
The distance between them narrowed. Too surprised at the sudden close contact, Agatha’s mouth hung and never closed for a long time.
The sudden grab of his lifted a pang in her heart and soul. Perhaps because he’s leaning his forehead on hers.
Soon when Agatha closed her mouth, she bit her lower lip; eyes were everywhere but on Brett.
“Were you happy?” he asked, moving closer. “Were you happy when you caught your boss j*rking while calling your name?”
Her breathing quivered. She wanted to lie and say no. But while looking into his eyes, Agatha became speechless.
“Answer, my slave,” Brett demanded, leaning his lips closer to her.
If Agatha moves, her lips might bump her.
She felt embarrassed and nervous.
There are other customers in the restaurant and for sure, they could see them right now.
“Move away, Master. People are watching,” she begged.
“And so? Let them watch.”
“Aren’t you embarrassed?”
“DON’T. CHANGE. THE. TOPIC. AGATHA,” he said through his clenching teeth.
Agatha felt her heart pounding so fast while listening to his angry voice, as well as when she felt his warm breath brushing on her lips.
“Did you like what you saw?” he asked again.
“Yes.”
Brett twitched when he heard her answer.
“I loved it.”
Brett’s hand on her waist tightened. Agatha felt his clutch and wondered why he was getting irritated.
When she observed Brett’s eyes, she saw plenty of words.
‘Why?’
‘Why did you love it?’
‘Why are you happy?’
‘Lanceil is just a target.’
‘You’re not allowed to fall for him, did you forget that?’
Even if Brett stayed quiet, Agatha could read his thoughts like magic. It was because his expression gave away.
Therefore, Agatha answered the unspoken questions.
“If Lanceil fell for me, that means I can terminate the contract, right?”
When she told that lie, Brett’s eyes softened.
It was as if he found relief in her words.
“You are… right,” he agreed. His eyes went to her swollen lips which were as good as her eyes in painting a picture of her emotions. “There’s no other reason.”
“Of course,” she said, looking at his lips too.
Agatha felt intoxicated while staring at Brett’s lips.
She was so confused. Agatha knew she liked Lanceil. But whenever she’s dealing with Brett, she needed to gain greater perspective, to take a step back and see the wide-angle version of his intention. There was a lot more to see, little wonder she couldn't figure things out.
‘And why I wanted him to continue this?’ she wondered more and more.
Before she knew it, Brett reached toward her face, touched them lightly, and pressed her lips with his thumb.
Agatha’s face washed blank with misperception with her widened eyes.
She couldn’t push him away, as every muscle of her body just froze.
“Congratulations, my slave,” he whispered. “You made an improvement.”
Brett leaned closer and pecked her lips.
It was just a peck.
But for Agatha, it felt more than that.