"Is this how you treat a lady, Mr. Martinez?"
I said and raised my brow then sip on my flute glass of apple juice. I wiggled my feet resting on the arm of the throne chair.
"Just because you were born with all of these, it doesn't mean you have to demand and order everything to your servants, maids, or staff. And if you really want to win me back, hindi madaling bagay 'yon. You can't just win me back, Damon. I may be marupok but I know where to stand in my position right now. Do you understand me?" I hummed sharply, warning him but I know deep inside that he's just going along with me.
But I know how to play his cards now. I can bite him on his own game.
I've been demanding from his since we got in this room. Lahat ng gusto ko, siya dapat ang gumawa no'n para sa akin. He can't ask for the maids, staffs, or anyone in his mansion. He has to do it all for me. Kung kaya niyang panindigan na gagawin niya ang lahat para sa akin, then this won't hurt him too much. Wala pa ito sa ginawa niya sa akin noon.
If this hurts his pride, problems na niya 'yon. But I do think now, Damon's trying his best to serve for me. And the way he obeys my words, I like it.
Sometimes, the man needs to step down and let the lady do the work.
"No, Ysabelle."
"Ysabelle? Are you just calling me by my name? I have a title so you shall respect me." I demanded.
He gave a nod and put his hands behind his back. "I don't treat ladies like this especially, you."
"So, what you're going to call me now?"
"Madame Ysabelle," sagot into sa akin. Umakyat naman ng kaunti ang gilid ng labi ko. I like what I'm seeing. I'd like how to see how he'll finally behave towards me. I wouldn't believe anything he'll say kung magiging salungat iyon sa ginagawa niya. He's standing in front of me like a submissive idiot. He's giving me an apologetic expression which won't make a difference to me. "Anything you'd like, Madame Ysabelle? Do you want some foot massage? Back massage? Over-all massage," sabay ngiti pa into.
"Are you seducing me?" Naningkit ang mata ko. "I know what you're doing, I won't fall for it anymore."
"My apology, Madame. What would you like to do?"
Umikot ang mata ko sa paligid. Nag-isip kung anong gagawin niya pero walang pumapasok sa utak ko. The only thing that comes into my mind was something unusual and I'm not sure if Damon's the type of person who would do that. But I guess, I wouldn't know if I don't give it a try.
"Strip for me, Damon." I demanded and I fixed my posture on my sit and made him known that I'm serious with it. Ito lang talaga ang pumasok sa utak ko and because we're in Vegas and I really haven't got the chance to check these adult clubs, he can brought it for me.
"What the fuck?" He uttered, confused. "No, I wouldn't do that."
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Flying through the Boulevard (Bons Amis Series #4)
Teen FictionBONS AMIS SERIES #4 Damon, a rich ass from Vegas, had a very bright future for himself because of wealth. Afterwards, he met Ysabelle who had a lay-over at Vegas. Cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owners.