"Tell me," Hayden ordered.


    "It’s nothing important…really…" I murmured.


    The warmth of hisrge hand trailing up from my stomach towards my breasts made me stop talking as I sucked in a breath to keep myself from moaning. Hayden traced his beautiful fingers over the curve of my breast before proceeding upwards until his fingers curled around my neck. Although his touch was light, I couldn’t breathe from my own nervousness.


    "Tell me," he repeated hismand once again and I knew that he wasn’t willing to wait any longer.


    "The truth is…I received the first payment for mymission work so…I thought that we could have a dinner to celebrate or something like that. Of course, I didn’t expect Auntie to go over the top with the decoration like this when I told her about my idea. I had something…a lot simpler and homier in mind…" I confessed shyly.


    "I don’t mind some shy decoration. Anything that Auntie does goes to my bills anyways," Hayden said with a chuckle.


    "Please don’t say it like that. It makes me feel even worst for wasting your money on something so unnecessary," I mumbled softly.


    It did ur to me that perhaps the decoration costed more than the money that I made on mymission work, and it was more than true that it wasing out of Hayden’s bank ount.


    "There’s no need for you to feel guilty. I have loads of money for you to waste," Hayden said before smiling down at me.


    "Money should not be wasted," I said stiffly.


    I doubt that Hayden truly understood what that meant, though. He justughed louder at me as his arms hugged me closer against hisrger frame.


    "I honestly don’t understand your sense of humor…" Iined softly.


    "I have a gift for you," he said after hisughing subsided somewhat.


    "For me?" I asked.


    "For you," he repeated.


    "What’s the asion?" I asked curiously.


    "Hmm…to repay you for arranging such a wonderful dinner," Hayden said after some thought.


    "Like I said, I didn’t prepare any of this…" I quickly corrected him.


    "And they say that it’s the thought that counts," he replied, clearly not caring about what I thought.


    Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door. My entire body froze at the unexpected knock. My first thought was wondering who it could be. Then my face blushed red as heat rushed up to my face when my second thought made me realize that I was still sitting on Hayden’sp.


    "Wait…" I mumbled as I tried to get up.


    "Come in!" Hayden called out loudly as his arms held me in ce.


    A man dressed head to toe in ck opened the door and walked in. I was so embarrassed with the position that I was in that I didn’t know what kind of face to make. If the man was surprised at what he saw, he didn’t show it at all. His face was an emotionless mask as he approached the dining table where we were seated.


    He bowed once before cing a medium-sized box of dark blue velvet on the dining table.


    "Thank you. You may leave," Hayden said, clearly pleased.


    The man bowed once again before turning and walking away from the way that he came. I was thankful that his visit was a brief one. Once the man had left the room, my attention turned curiously to the velvet box that the man had delivered. Is this the gift that Hayden was talking about? The box looked like a jewelry box but the size of it told me that it couldn’t possibly be jewelry that was inside.


    The box was simply toorge for that.


    "Stay still…" Haydenmanded softly in my ear as his hand reached for a button of my shirt and began slipping it out of its hole.


    My body froze on hisp as my eyes widened at the sight of his beautiful and shapely fingers unbuttoning the front of my shirt. One by one, the button slipped out from its hole and more of my delicate skin was exposed from my corbone down to my chest and then my bra.


    "Why…why are you undressing me?" I asked.


    "You’ll see soon enough," Hayden replied carefreely.


    Hayden pulled my shirt off me and after he had sessfully unbuttoned all the buttons. He wasn’t in a rush, and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. Humming a tune that I wasn’t familiar with, his hands reached down to unbutton and unzip my jeans.


    "Hayden…" I said his name questioningly.


    I had no idea how this was rted to the gift that he wanted to give me. Hayden ced a finger on my lips to hush me as if my questions would ruin his mood. His hand traced a line up from my pelvis along my stomach to the center of my chest before he cupped both my breasts with hisrge hands over my bra and began squeezing them.


    I let out a soft cry at the pleasure of his hands massaging my breasts.


    "Your breasts are so soft, Malissa…" Hayden whispered seductively in my ear.


    His warm breath tickled my ear and it turned me on a lot more than before. Hayden’s hands skillfully peeled the cups of my bra off my breasts before I felt the heat of his hand on my tits. My chest heaved up and down as I started breathing harder and faster.


    His direct touch on my breasts felt so pleasurable and small whimpering sounds left my lips as he began massaging my breasts a little more roughly. My body writhed on hisp as I thrusted my chest towards his hand, offering him my breast seductively.


    My body felt so turned on from his caresses and my nipples felt tight as it hardened. As if not wanting me to enjoy myself too much, Hayden’s hands left my body.


    "Stand up," he instructed.


    Although I was confused, I did what he wanted me to. Slowly, I climbed off hisp and stood to the side as I waited to see what he was going to do. Hayden stood up and reached behind me to unhook my bra in one smooth motion.


    --To be continued…