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"Tell him that I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt his feelings." Arabella added, to which Wylder nodded his head. "Can you wear something to hide your jewels? It is making me uncomfortable."

"Then stop staring at it. Do you think I didn’t see your eyes on it?" Wylder asked and walked towards the refrigerator to see what he had for dinner. "And it’s my life, my rule. I will roam naked if I like. If you have any problem, then close your eyes."

Immediately, his head snapped towards her when he found her opening her clothes.

"What are you doing?"

"My life, my rule." She said it in a sarcastic tone. He mentally groaned when he understood that she was blackmailing him to put on some clothes or she would roam naked around too.

"Fine!!" He growled at him and grabbed the apron from the counter to hide his dick. Arabella mentally patted herself for coming up with this idea and bit her lips softly while watching his buttocks in her view.

‘This man is an artist. Too bad, he is not mine.' She thought and watched him take out leftover foods from the refrigerator. She was ready to eat it cold when he stopped her and warmed it first.

So, she had no other option left but to admire his buttocks. It was beautiful. She wanted to touch it. She bit her inner cheek, stopping herself from thinking anything like that. She gripped the edge of the kitchen counter to keep her horny thoughts away.

She wondered how a man could affect her to this extent without doing anything. At the same time, Wylder could sense Arabella’s inner battle and her eyes on his butt, so he took his time, enjoying the fact that he too had some effect on her. But the silence between them was eating him up.

"Why did you run away from my office? You didn’t even try to paint." Wylder spoke to break the silence between them. "How can you be so sure that you can’t paint? Have you tried to paint before, just like you have tried to work in the kitchen?"

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#TBC