Belle woke up around noon and Mikhail is nowhere in sight inside their bedroom.
She remembered their night and blushed as she also remembered how she behaved shamelessly in front of him.
She don't have the courage to face him.
As she immersed in her thoughts, the door flung open and Mikhail walked towards the bed with a tray in his hands.
"Wake up... I'll help you wash." Mikhail yanked the bedsheets only to find out that Belle had gripped them hard for him not to peel it open.
She didn't have anything on her and her body was full of kiss marks.
"Now you're being shy?" Mikhail placed the tray on the bedside table and crawled under the sheets through her feet.
He kissed them and then his kisses trailed upwards.
His lips trained upwards to her legs and stopped on the middle of them.
"What a tasty breakfast..." he teased.
"Belle yanked the bedsheets open and huffing in anger because of what he did. She could not believe that he's not yet satisfied!
How lustful could he be?
Belle refused to think about it. It's too much of her brain to process how lustful a man could get.
While she's lost in her thoughts, Mikhail took this opportunity to carry her to the bathroom as he knew that Belle could not get up and felt pain on her neither region.
He lifted her up in and walked towards the bathroom.
He already prepared the water in advance and what she will wear later on.
She placed the dazed Belle under the shower to completely wake her up which seemed effective.
"Ahhh!!!!" she shrieked on the coldness of the water.
"Awake?" he asked with a demonic smile on his face but then, seeing the naked woman in front of him made him stifled. He wanted to get out because if not, he will succumb to his lust again.
He's starting to feel hot and he turned around.
"I'll be waiting outside. The clothes are already there. Don't stay too long." After that, he got out from the bathroom and shut the door gently.
Leaving the stupefied Belle behind.
She showered and dried herself with the towel he prepared beforehand before picking up the clothes on top of the shelf.
It was a body hugging halter dress. Her great figure accentuated it perfectly and it doesn't seem so vulgar so she had worn it without qualms.
Then, she walked out from the bathroom with a towel on top of her head to absorb the excess water in her hair before she sat infront of her vanity mirror and started her morning routine.
She could not start the day without it and Mikhail knew that it will take almost fifteen minutes before she will finish so he plugged the hair dryer and started to dry her hair patiently.
Belle on the other hand was stunned by his sudden action before she gradually felt warm.
He comb her hair endlessly until her hair straightened and back to it's original straight way.
"Thank you..." Belle said after he finished drying her hair. She knew how taxing it could get and he still did it.
"Don't mention it. Come here. Have some breakfast. After, let's send mother and father to the airport..." he said as he placed the tray on the table and ushered her to the stool. She just allowed him to do it and then obediently ate all the food he prepared for her.
He accompanied her but did not ate a thing so she shoved something on his mouth with her own fork.
"It's tasty right?" she asked amused. He stared at her intently with all the seriousness on his face before he uttered something shameless.
"You are more tasty..." the smirked and chewed the vegetable she shoved inside his mouth without any emotion on his face.
She glared at the man across her and wanted to stab him relentlessly. She gave off a murderous aura towards him.
She could not believe that the man had uttered such shameless words with a face devoid of any emotion.
"Just kidding... Anyway.. eat faster or I'll leave you here." he urged her with a threat. Mikhail knew her temperament and he chose to joke when he pranked her again and again. She's having her tantrums again which will be bad for him so he took back his words.
Belle ate in silence and never bothered the man across her. Then she let out a "hmpf!" before walking out from the room.