Chapter 12: Visitors

“GOOD morning, baby”

Samara came to a halt when she entered the kitchen and saw her Master Jasson standing in front of the gas range, dressed in black jogging pants and a black apron. He was half-facing her, holding the frying ladle in his right hand and the frying pan on top of the stove.

She reluctantly went to the fridge to get a carton of fresh milk. Samara was surprised to see her master this morning. She assumed that he would simply drop her off and then return to her condo to join Ms. Ruth. And when she remembered how she had treated him the night before, she couldn't look him in the eyes.

“Hmmm, my baby is still mad at me, huh?”

Samara gets chilled by the rough yet sexy tone of her master's voice, which made her hands tremble as she accepted the glass he handed her.

“I'm not angry,” she denied without looking at him.

“Hmmm, just disgusted?” Jasson turned off the stove and faced Samara when he didn't hear an answer. He chuckled as he noticed her pouting in the corner. He crouch