Dhea squirmed for a moment before settling herself, without opening her eyes, in Hannan's arms.

Meanwhile, Hannan himself, who had woken up earlier, smiled a little because he was sure that Dhea had not even realized sleeping in a hugging position and was hugged by Hannan.

At first, Hannan had wanted to get up and make breakfast for them, because he was quite hungry.

But when Dhea was comfortable in his arms, Hannan resisted the urge to wake up and chose to look at Dhea's peaceful face.

Dhea wasn't Hannan's first woman, and last night's activities weren't his first.

He has often had sex with other women, either with or without accompanying sex toys.

However, for some reason, with Dhea, he felt different. He didn't know what it was, but clearly, there was a strange feeling.

He had been trying to think about it for a long time, but couldn't get any answers other than him being the dominant one and Dhea being the submassive one, remembering how much he thought she was all night.

Last night, after Hannan got his first discharge, the two cleaned up and got back dressed.

Dhea also prepared some snacks because she was hungry and she knew Hannan must be hungry too.

Shortly after the snacks finished, they had sex again, with Hannan of course in full control that time.

Dhea herself didn't seem to mind at all, and that certainly made Hannan happy.

All this time, Hannan had never wanted him to be controlled by his bedmate, no matter what their temperament was.

For Hannan, in bed, he was the one in charge, and his bedmate would have to submit to him.

Because… all this time he usually only deals with women in bed, never anything else.

Except in his professional relation with colleagues or clients.

“Ngh… is it morning already?” Dhea asked without opening her eyes with her hoarse voice, typical of someone who just woke up.

"Yes, it's nine o'clock," Hannan replied.

Dhea finally opened her eyes, looked up, and smiled at Hannan, before getting closer to Hannan, and smelling the man's scent.

"Don't you want to wake up? I want to make breakfast because I'm hungry," said Hannan, but his hands tightened on Dhea's waist so that the girl would feel more comfortable.

"Ten more minutes, please? I'll make breakfast later. You're a guest here, and I don't let you cook," Dhea offered.

"Okay, ten minutes from now on," said Hannan.

Dhea chuckled when she heard Hannan count it, but she ignored it and chose to close her eyes again.

»Guide Me to Your Heart«

In the end, Dhea only really woke up when it was half-past ten. Twenty minutes slower than she had promised Hannan earlier.

"What do you want to make for breakfast? Don't you wash your face first?" Hannan asked when he saw Dhea who went straight to the kitchen without washing her face.

"Make some waffles," answered Dhea and went to the sink to wash her face.

After that, Dhea went to the refrigerator to take the waffle dough, poured it into the mold, and then headed to the bathroom while waiting for the waffles to cook.

This of course made Hannan, who saw it, could only shake his head, unable to understand the behavior of his bedmate.

Usually, the woman who approaches him and even sleeps with him is a graceful woman, whose life or whatever she does, is in order.

Unlike Dhea, who looks a bit original.

'Oh yeah, I forgot. She's still a kid. Just a body like an adult woman,’ said Hannan in his heart.

When Dhea came out of the bathroom, it was Hannan's turn that went in there, while Dhea headed for the kitchen.

"What time will you go home, Hannan?" Dhea asked when she saw Hannan had come out of the bathroom.

"Why? Do you want to kick me out?” asked Hannan back.

"Gosh, don't answer my question with another question, please. I'm going to cook lunch later.

"If you eat lunch here, I'll cook more, that's what I mean."

Hannan chuckled seeing how annoyed Dhea was, before finally approaching the girl.

He hugged Dhea from behind and asked, "What time do you want me to come home?"

"Now," replied Dhea origin.

"Okay, I follow you. I'm not going home," said Hannan.

Dhea could only shake her head, and then chose not to ignore the man until the waffle was cooked.

"Do you want coffee or tea?"

"What kind of tea do you have?"

“Hm… jasmine, lemon, and lime. Just the cheap one. The expensive ones are out of stock."

"I want the jasmine one, please."

"Okay, can I ask for your help? Can you take the waffles to the table? I want to make the tea."

Although forced, Hannan finally let go of Dhea's arms and brought two plates of waffles to the table, as Dhea had asked for.

The man waited for Dhea at the table, knowing that Dhea would not be long.

"What tea are you?" asked Hannan after Dhea followed with two cups of tea.

"Lime," answered Dhea.

"How come it feels good to have you? Can I have a peek?”

Even though Dhea clicked her tongue, the girl still thrust the cup of lime tea at Hannan, letting the man try it.

"This one is good. Can you change it?"

"Of course. Haven't you ever tried this lime tea before?"

"No, just now. And it turned out delicious. Maybe you need a bit more stock. How did you know I was diligent here?"

"It sounds like we'll see each other again after this."

"Yeah… how do you know? The day after tomorrow I'll just drop by here on a whim."

"Tomorrow I will start to work again. It's hard if you want to come here without telling me beforehand."

"Does that mean I can come here again if I make an appointment first? May I ask for your contact please?"

"Hannan, are you trying to get me to ask for a cell phone number, right?"

Hannan chuckled then his right hand reached out to stroke the top of Dhea's head, and it made Dhea silent for a moment.

"Tsk! Don't mess with my hair. It may make my heart will be in disarray."

Hannan laughed out loud at that, before finally starting his breakfast leisurely because he felt that he was very comfortable with Dhea.

"Hey, there's something I want to tell you. This is important, but I just thought about it now," said Dhea.

"What? What kind of talk is that so important?” asked Hannan curiously.

"Hm… about what happened last night until now, Hannan, can you not tell anyone, including Daffin and Clarinta?"

"Hmm? Why?"

“Yeah… I just don't like them know. Even though I know it's our own business and they're not a fussy person, but… I still don't feel well.”

"Hm… okay really. But… you don't mind if we 'play' again after this until lunchtime?

"If you don't mind, I wouldn't mind keeping my mouth shut from them either."

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