---- Vince puffs.


    Was she pretending to be sad before? Shaking his head in disbelief, he picks up another pair of his joggers and t-shirt.


    Dropping on his knees in front of her, he opens the joggers leg for her and she slides her foot into it Her soft palms grip his shoulders for support.


    He repeats the same with the other one and then cups her blossoms softly to whisper.


    Where is your brassiere? She tilts her head to a side cluelessly.


    Blinking those long curledshes at him and Vince scoffs.


    Of course.


    He is yet to teach her a lot of new terms.


    This being one of them.


    He finds its strap perking from under the sheets on the bed and he pulls it out to help her wear it.


    Sliding down the neck of the t shirt down her head, he directs her arms through the holes.


    Once done, he moves back to take a look at her and he was satisfied ---- She was covered from head to toc.


    Good He would hate any man even lifting his eyes to look at her.


    She was his.


    Only his.


    Aren''t your feet cold? He asks, staring at her soft pink toe peeking from under the long joggers and she suddenly steps closer to him, her feet step on his own.


    He stills.


    Now they are not.


    She exims like an excited kid, her arms wrap around his torso for support and her heels stay pressed on his either shoe, For a second he just stood there: Staring.


    Lets go! We can''t go like this little one.


    ---- But my feet are warm now.


    He sighs to lift her up and drop her on the bed.


    Its like he was dealing with a kid...


    a cute little kid.


    Lifting her left ankle in the air, he makes her back drop on the mattress and she exims in surprise.


    Before she could recover, he slid a pair of socks on her small feet.


    lis warm fingers brush her cold feet.


    And her toes curl.


    She drops on the bed to look away and he smirks.


    He repeats it with the other foot and once done he makes her get up on her feet.


    Nowe.


    But there are rules you must follow.


    Rule number one.


    Never look up.


    Dont make eye contact with anyone except me.


    Two.


    Don''t speak anything.


    Three.


    Dont leave my side no matter what.


    The only orders you take are from me, unless I say otherwise.


    ---- Understood? Yes, Master.


    He nods in approval and she rushes after him on her short clumsy steps.


    His huge frame hides her entire form.


    They reach a door and Vince steps in without even a knock.


    Come Son, we have been waiting for you- Geralds words seize.


    And that''s when everyone in the meeting room steers their eyes to the little girl hiding behind Vince''s form.


    Vince''s grip on her wrist tightens as he looks up at Gerald T don''t remember asking you to bring her, Enzo.


    Geralds tone was clipped,ced with a warning, but Vince took none.


    She stays.


    Gerald was taken back when suddenly one of the