Taming The Las Vegas Playboy

"You don\'t know that you are a self-centered sort of man?"

She asked. He turned to glare at her.

"You really like to accuse me of being the thing I don\'t even understand." He said. Wirata sighed. He really did not know.

"The way you shout at someone\'s face when you are not satisfied. The way when you want something and people have to serve you immediately or they would get into trouble. The way when things aren\'t as you plan you blame others but not yourself. You like people to listen to you but you don\'t care to hear others and et cetera. That is called a wayward. You should think about other people too. As a saying that to put yourself in other people\'s shoes. Whatever you do, think of the hearts of others. Be considerate and don\'t trample on people\'s dignity because you think you are powerful with lots of money and can do anything you please. These are low attitudes which human beings like us shouldn\'t have installed in our hearts. "

The clear voice made a long speech. Stefan was stunned. Was she lecturing him?

"Are you talking about me? Isn\'t there anything good of me in your eyes?"

He asked with an unhappy face, looking very moody. Wirata lifted her shoulder up.

"Well, when you\'re angry, I don\'t like it. It isn\'t nice. But when you speak normally and treat people around you equally, that\'s when you look okay in my eyes. " She replied with her true feeling.

Stefan did not know what to react and what to say for a moment with her bluntly talk. So he\'s quiet and thinking.

He did not realize that ever since she came into his life, he began to listen to the critics and think accordingly. Because in his life, no woman had ever spoken to him as she did. They rather liked pleasing him and paying attention to everything he wanted.

"What else you have to say? Just say it."

He said the thing she did not expect and most importantly, he did not shout. His handsome face loosened up a little.

"A true genuine man must be able to control his emotions and his own mind. That\'s called the real winner. To be the winner is not because you win other people, but you win your own self."

"Yeah? What else?"

He asked, thinking that since she was in the teaching mode, he would let her get it all out of her system.

"Well, if you get angry with someone for example, with me. It means I have power over you because I can get on your nerve. If you let someone get on your nerve easily, let them get through your guard deep into your emotional level, you are the loser. And now I guess I have an influence over your mind. Am I right? "

She teased with her straight face in which he quickly shook his head in response and immediately lifted a corner of his mouth in smirking smile.

"Not a chance. Well, in your case, your body might have an influence over my body. It\'s only physical level as you said. But not the emotional level. That would be in your dreams."

He said with a confident voice, so sure of himself.

"So we are similar."

She added, Stefan turned and looked. She liked to say that they are the same again.

"How?"

"Well, the physical chemistry may flow and get along well. But the matter of the heart is another issue. "she explained as she did before. She seemed to like to express this specific issue. Did she think he would want more of her?

"I remember this one. Don\'t mention it too often, it\'s kind of boring. I don\'t fall for women easily. I agree with you that for sex, we get along very well and I like the way we are. And that is it. "

He emphasized and made it clear. Making sure that she would not falsely think that he had thought too much about her.

"Then that\'s good. I\'m glad that we understand each other. "

She concluded. She did not expect anything more than that. The big hands lifted her to sit on his lap.

"Have you got a dress to wear to the event? If not I will take you shopping again? "

He changed the topic and changed his mood, back to normal. Bending down to plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Are you crazy? We had just bought a lot of clothes and still haven\'t used one set. "

She said. Apart from the sexy nightdress the night before, she had not worn any of the nice and beautiful dresses yet. Stefan smiled a little. He felt satisfied that she was not crazy about shopping and clothes like other women.

"Okay. I will help you to choose the dress you should wear to Santo\'s party."

He said and began to kiss her neck.

"Why? I can select one myself."

She protested. He lifted his face up from lingering on her shoulder.

"Because I don\'t like you to dress badly."

"What do you mean by Badly? I know how to dress." She said.

"Badly like a low-class escort, showing your skin too much, too sexy. I don\'t like that style."

Stefan did not want any man to see her fair beautiful skin.

"Why? I thought you like it. I see mafias\' women around here wearing very sexy dresses."

She argued. She had seen enough, both in real life and in movies. Stefan thought along with her statement again. In fact, in the past, each of his women dressed in sexiest dresses and he never cared. But why did he have to protect or care in her case?

"It doesn\'t suit you to dress like others."

He responded bluntly. It sounded unreasonable but he couldn\'t think of other reasons. Wirata narrowed her eyes. She stared at his face with a knowing gaze. Explored and contemplated to see how much his words and his actions contradicted each other.

"You are afraid of other guys will look at me, huh?"

She said and lifted a corner of her lip, copying his smirking smile.

Stefan looked at her and bent down to kiss between her breasts. Wirata used her hands to push his face up.

"Not afraid but don\'t like to share, understand?"

"Your behavior is called ... possessive."

She explained the symptoms to the man who never loved anyone. He frowned upon for a minute before nodding, then tucked his face on her shoulder.

"Whatever. I\'m the owner of you now. You belong to me. I don\'t want anyone to touch my favorite stuff like cars, or you, the same feeling. Something like that. "

He explained. Compared her to favorite his cars!

"You love your car so much that\'s why you don\'t like others to touch it. When you love something or someone, that\'s how you feel."

"Stop talking too much. I want to make love to you now. "

He said, cut it short. The hands began to unbutton her shirt, nudging the bra hook, and then quickly releasing everything. The mouth bent down to suck her pink peak, hungrily. Used his fingertips to squeeze the other nipple.

Wirata jerked with his changing direction so quickly.

"Stefan." She whispered.

"Huh, what?" He responded while his mouth was busy sucking her pink nipple.

"I think ... you are falling for me."

The clear voice spoke causing Stefan frantically stopped his activity on her breasts. He lifted his face up instantly.

"What?!"

He made the highest pitch she had ever heard. He threw a gaping face, opened his mouth, and stared at her like so shocking to what he just heard!

Wirata hid her laughter under her innocent face. Now she could make him completely forgot about the phone.

She had to find a chance to delete the message as soon as possible.

"Why are you so surprised?"

She made a smooth voice as if she was not talking about something important. Stefan continued staring at her face.

"You said ... what?"

He asked as if he wasn\'t sure what he just heard.

"I think ... you love me." She made it more clear.

Stefan gasped more. He was really shocked to hear such the thing he did not expect to hear.

"Oh God! What the heck is happening? A moment ago you accused me of being jealous of you. Then you accused me that I was possessive over you. And now you even dare to assume that I ... I ... I ...what... you accused me that I... "

He tried to say that word out.

"Love ... you love me. Your behavior is indicating that way. "

She spoke with a straight face without any embarrassment which was very strange in his eyes.

As for Wirata in fact, she did not dare to think of anything in that way. But she just wanted to shock his system. A confident man like Stefan Mackenzie had never been hit like this before. A self-willed person who still did not know what kind of person he was, what the definition to describe Stefan Mackenzie she had run out of ideas. So now she intended to shock him with the words ... LOVE with the big L.

"Oh, God ... You are so brave. ... Dare to accuse me that... I ... I ...ah... L..."

He still couldn\'t say the word out and looked like he was going to drop his chin on the floor.

"OK, that\'s enough. Stefan. Close your mouth before a fly gets into and lay its eggs. I am just joking. I know you don\'t love me. You can\'t love. I\'m kidding. Don\'t be shocked. Can I go to the bathroom for a moment? "

Wirata took an opportunity that he was still puzzled with the alien word to his mind. She hurriedly walked to the bathroom and locked the door immediately. She took the phone out and deleted the message right away. She let out a sigh of relief after that. Looking down at herself, she had only her jeans on so Wirata decided to take take a shower.