Being upset, Carla had forgotten that her underwear was inside that bundle of clothes she had thrown at Terence. Feeling embarrassed she blushed, as she watched Terence pulling her bra out in front of her.
He folded her clothes neatly and stacked them on her bed according to wearing sequence, just like a good housemaid.
Carla felt her cheeks burning with anger when she saw that he had laid her underwear on top of the stack of clothes. She breathed in deeply to calm herself down and said, "If someone is going to put my clothes on for me, it will be my future husband! Who do you think you are to touch my clothes?"
She never expected that he would be irritated by what she said.
Terence stopped what he was doing and straightened up, glaring at her angrily.
"I beg your pardon?"
Carla put her hands on her hips. "I said it will only be my future husband who has the right to dress me and you are not him!"
She ignored his angry expression and took the clothes from the bed turning to go into the bathroom to change.
But before she had the chance, she was grabbed by two strong hands.
"According to what you just said, then it's my job to dress you. Just enjoy it, sweetheart." Terence held the sides of her white pajama top and was about to pull it over her head.
Realizing that he wasn't just joking, Carla suddenly felt nervous. She tried to grasp the top with her hands, but he was more powerful.
"Terence, stop! I'll call the police and tell them that you're harassing me. Just stop!" she said in a loud desperate voice. Carla scowled at him. They had flirted, caressed and kissed, but they had never made love. She was afraid of what was going to happen.
If this scenario had happened before she found out who he really was, she would probably have indulged herself and allowed him to dress her or have even been intimate with him. Because at that time, she thought they were from the same world.
But now things were different. They would most likely break up sooner or later, so she didn't want to cross that line with him and make things more complicated.
"Harass, huh? That's a minor charge. I want to make it a bit more severe if you know what I mean." Terence smiled wickedly. The thin material of the pajamas was nothing for his strong hands.
With one tug, the pajama was torn off.
It happened so fast that Carla hadn't even realized until her skin felt cooler.
She looked down and saw that her pajama lay in tatters around her waist. Her bar was unhooked the next second, and then he put the new one on her and hooked it carefully.
Then the scent of freshly washed clothes dropped over her head. She was being dressed as a baby would be. One of her arms was lifted and inserted into a sleeve and then the other. The top was then adjusted and smoothed down around her body.
"That's my girl,"
Terence said, satisfied. Then he frowned, looking at her pajama bottoms, thinking of how to change them quickly.
Realizing what Terence was planning on doing, Carla quickly grabbed a pair of pants and rushed into the bathroom and locked herself inside. She rested her back against the door to catch her breath.
Terence laughed out loud when he saw her run off. He bent down and scooped up her torn pajama from the floor and brought the material to his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed in her lovely scent.
Carla finally came out panting as if she had just escaped from some sort of danger.
'He has finally shown his true colors. What a jerk! But why do I feel like I keep falling into his trap?' she thought.
After composing herself, Carla checked her watch. If she didn't hurry up she would be late for work.
Late in the evening that day
when she had just finished work, even though Carla was really tired, she didn't want to go home. So she stalled by riding her scooter around the streets.
Thinking about the incident with Terence that morning, her heart suddenly began to beat faster. She felt nervous but excited as well.
The phone in her pocket kept vibrating, so she finally pulled over to the side to check the phone. The number displayed on the screen was her home number. She was reluctant to answer because she didn't know if it was Sean or Terence and she didn't know how to deal with Terence just yet.
"Hello..." she answered.
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