It is now very evening. You slowly entered Doksu's room to tend to his initial wounds. You carefully opened the door. When you walked into his bedroom You will faintly smell the chikhar inside the room. It is a light scent but carries danger.

"Sir, where are you?" You held the medicine box firmly in your hand and spoke softly to get him to respond. But when you look at the sofa in his bedroom You must open your eyes wide. Because there was a female prostitute who was attacked until she passed out.

"Come here..." Doksu's voice was very rude and commanding towards you. He was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

When you go to him and slowly knelt on the floor His eyes always looked at you with unreadable eyes. Still smoking cigars.

When you slowly heal the wounds on his face Doksu suddenly smelled something from your skin. It was a scent that had always fascinated him. But he's patient every time he's near you. Doksu immediately dropped the cigarette onto his ashtray.

"Why does it have to be you?" Doksu's voice muttered and he suddenly grabbed your wrist in his rough hand. Makes you very shocked.

"You know, every time I've tried to be patient...but it always fails." Doksu murmured against the skin of your wrist and gently brushed his lips against the soft skin there.

"I have 2 things for you to choose from. You can only choose one thing. The first is that you will continue to work in a low position like this. Or, the second is that you want to be my woman... I will give you everything. I will love only you." Doksu spoke in a serious tone. and suddenly bit down on your wrist, leaving a red mark, leaving it there and waiting for your answer.