anesthesia: mepivacaine ᐟᐟ sim jake

O6 ₊ seventh rule

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of course, he found himself smiling smugly after seeing the reaction from the girl in front of her.

the man then straightened his posture and sat on the wooden table behind him, facing her. "first, address me as mr. sim. you can call me by my name only  when we're in public."

their age gap wasn't that big, really. but she lacked manners so the first rule he stated was a way of teaching her how to address someone properly.

the first impression is always important.

she nodded and the man began again, "two, respond when i ask. never make me call your name more than twice."

"what kind of rules is this? you are not my fuc-"

"three. no swearing, kim sora."

"four, do not cut off my words when i am talking to you."

"five, no escaping."

"six, don't try to wander around this house. don't enter any other rooms except your own room."

"seven, listen to my words. do as i say so."

"eight, don't raise your voice on me."

''nine, no lying.''

"ten, don't make any mess and your phone will be with me."

the girl furrowed her eyebrows, not agreeing with the ninth rule. "then how am i supposed to-"

"i am aware that you knew better now about what you should and shouldn't do ...right?" jake cut her off with his warning tone, leaning forward only to make her freeze.

she nodded meekly and jake continued, "follow the rules then sweetheart, it's just that simple to be good." he smiled and booped the tip of her nose with his sharp one slowly.

he smiled.

he smiled.

he smiled ...

he smiled, making his dark orbs shine with some stars and the intimidating eyes she locked with earlier gone and turn into the softer ones.

warm. he looked so warm.

jake stood up and took her hand, making her automatically stand up too, following him like a lost puppy. warm, his hand is warm too.

a dark oak door was opened by him, revealing a queen-sized bed at the middle with a plain white bedsheet, a wardrobe, a simple plain grey curtain hung on the brown curtain rod and lastly, the same dark oak door probably the door to the bathroom.

wait, was that too detailed?

notably, the room looks comfortable and that made her breathe in relief. she thought she' was gonna spend the months in a small room without a bed like in those movies she watched.

"this will be your room from now on. we will start tomorrow." he said then left to the kitchen.

what should i do now? wait, i still have my phone- he took it already?

"your phone is with me if you are wondering!" the man shouted probably from the kitchen he was in.

oh. that fast?

moments passed and she began to clean herself, maybe having a little nap won't hurt ...

comfy. the white sheets bed was really calling for her now, welcoming her to a deep slumber. a minute passed and she was already asleep on the cozy bed.

"dinner." the door was being knocked and she already know who was behind the oak door.

"i'm telling you again, dinner is ready." the voice lowered and she found herself wondering how low could that honey-like voice actually go.

no, dinner is not important. all she wanna do was just sleep. dinner could wait. she could just have breakfast the next morning instead.

not wanting to make him wait, the girl replied grumpily, "not hungry."

"nah uh, seems like you've forgotten the seventh rule ...'' he drummed his fingers on the door with a playful rhythm.

''i'll let you off since this is the first day.''

eyes rolled, she continued her disturbed nap and made sure the blanket covered her body that starting to get cold because the heater was off. too lazy to stand up now.

jake walked away from the room and went inside his room. piles of files were stacked on his desk and a blue file was left open. sora, was the name on the file.

''let's see if she's the person as you say, jay.'' he said in monologue then sat on the chair and began to clean up the desk a little bit.

not that he needed the file anyway, he already knew all about her.

he can't wait for the next day already.

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