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Entering into the bathroom, Verin angrily shut the door.

He walked to a walldrope just beside his gigantic bathtub and looked at the mirror that hung on the door of the walldrope.

It was a very big mirror and a wide walldrope as well. He rested his hands on the wall as he continued to stare at his reflection in pure exasperation. What was happening to him? Why is he feeling like these? He wanted to taste her and entertain himself with her and now, he was feeling angry for some reason. He knew he was aroused but he didn't understand why his body rejected her. Rather than feeling even more in the mood to do however he wants on her, he felt angry and his body acted in a way that confused him.

It was as if his body wanted her and is now rejecting her.

"What is wrong with me?!" He whispered angrily to himself. He needed to cool down. Rather than entering into the bath, he walked to a small glass cupboard like bathroom and entered inside. There was a shower hanging tall at the wall, the glass walls were also tall, almost touching the ceiling.

The shower had three handles- one that brings hot water, another cold, chilling waters, and the last was just for warm and ordinary waters. He turned on the one that brought cold water, and the waters started soaking his entire body.

The water was so chilling, more like from a freezer but rather than shivering, he just nonchalantly rested his hands on the wall, asking himself why his body acted opposite to his desires.

The boiling anger was slowly surpassing the chillness of the water that he had to turn it to it's last volume. He really wanted to calm.

Nayla on the other hand was damn confused, first he was all over her and now he was gone? What came over him. She quickly grabbed the blankets and rapped herself, covering her almost exposed body. She wanted to leave the room when he suddenly stood in front of her.

His hair, face and body was damn soaked. Nayla could feel the coldness of the water, but he stood gallant like he wasn't affected.

"Where are you going?" He roared at her. "Please just let me go..." She begged, fresh tears hanging at the corner of her eyes. "Be my Queen..." He suddenly said, his hands hanging at the air between them. He wanted to touch her face but halted, he was surprised.

He was even more surprised about what he was now spouting out. Nayla was dumbstrucked, what did he say?

"Just be my queen, I don't want to share you with anyone..." He added, shocking himself even more. Feeling peevished, he turned his back on her and walked to the bathroom's door again, he just don't understand what was happening to his body, mind and brain. "I will give you ten minutes to think about it... Be my Queen or become my slave" he uttered and with that he entered into the bathroom leaving Nayla, standing confused.

Soon after he was outside the bathroom, wearing a towel around his waist. His bare chessled chest could be seen. He was flawless.

His smooth skin, his abs, his tiny bellybutton, his soaking silver hair. From his hair to his waist was glistering with the reflection of the lights on the small water droplets on his skin.

He looked captivating. His golden eyes blazed, looking intently at hers. He leaned against the bathroom door, resting his right leg on his toes while his body rested on the left foot. His hands went through his hair, he looked like a dashing god of beauty.

"So...?" He suddenly started. Nayla was still standing there.

She had been a statue ever since he went into the bathroom and came back within ten minutes. She didn't respond and just kept looking at him. She was busy dealing with her own thoughts. ' I don't know how I ended up in this beast's hands but I might take revenge on him for taking my husband ' she thought to herself. "A maid..." She replied after a while. "Mmn?" He looked shocked and confused. What? She chose to be a maid than a Queen? She's crazy!

"I will rather be your maid than be your Queen..." She angrily stated. "So you want to suffer?" He suddenly smirked.

"At least I will die happily from your torture than enjoy any comfort given to me by my husband's killer!" She glared at him.

Verin laughed. His laugh echoed loudly in the room, making her flinch. "You're funny, beautiful -"

"Don't call me beautiful..." She cut him off.

"So what should I call you?" He asked, his eyes surveying her from head to toe. "Ugly?" He added, his smirk turning wider.

"You're mocking me..." She breathed out angrily. "You know that as my maid, I can do anything I want on you without pity..." He suddenly crossed the distance between them. She stepped backwards at his every step forward. He didn't stop and continue stepping closer to her till she fell on the bed behind her. He then stood close to her as she lay on her back on the bed.

He bent low to her level while she sat up straight and ended up kissing his cheeks, mistakenly.

Time stood still that very moment. Both of them were both shocked at what just happened. Verin blinked, looking lost for words, while Nayla cursed herself. ' Nayla Nayla Nayla! You're stupid you know!' She shut her beautiful emerald eyes closed to avoid his. She felt even more embarrassed and more annoyed with herself. Verin just kept staring at her, now smirking at her attitude.

She was shaking her head as her eyes were still closed, whispering quietly to herself. Verin found himself chuckling at her behavior."I don't know you also admire me?" He wiggled his brows at her with that mocking smirk that still plastered his face.

"So tell me, why do you want to be my maid, huh?"