Taming The Las Vegas Playboy

When they got in the bedroom. Stefan went into his bathroom to take a shower. Wirata felt relief that he didn\'t drag her in with him. She prepared the clothes for the boss. As he said he was taking her to shop. She didn\'t want to but who could stop this man.

She put it on his bed then walked to her room and hurried to take a shower. Twenty minutes later she finished. Wirata wore a longsleeved pink shirt and jeans with a pair of sneakers. She liked wearing clothes that made her feel comfortable and easy to move. She was a woman with consciousness and common sense after all. She lived with a mafia God who his daily life was unpredictable what\'s going to happen. So she would prefer to be ready with clothes that not get in her way when she had to fight or to run.

Wirata didn\'t think she needed to put nice garment to decorate herself to get attention.

She dressed up quickly, not spending too much time watching herself in front of the mirror. When you were confident that you were nice and clean, then you\'re alright. That was her belief.

Wirata never looked for men\'s attention, because she had no interest in starting a relationship. She didn\'t even imagine herself getting married. So she didn\'t need to dress up to impress anybody at all. And for Wirata, having a man in life was like having another JOB. She believed marrying to a man was marrying to work! So, no, thanks! Unless she loved him and he was worthy.

Wirata shrugged off her random thoughts, didn\'t know why she ended up thinking about love and marriage. She looked into the mirror, tied her hair up in a ponytail style and she was ready.

Her phone made a sound. Wirata hurried to pick it up and she was surprised to see \'BND\' showed up on the screen. It was from Bernardo. Wirata ran to the bathroom and locked the door before pushed the button.

"Hello."

"Listen, Wirata." Bernardo\'s voice said. Wirata suddenly was quiet as she had a strong hint it would be important information.

"Stefan got Bruno. I want the bastard to be released to me. Because he is not Stefan\'s enemy. If you love him then find a way to let Bruno go. Stefan should not create more enemies "

Then the sound was cut off.

Wirata put the phone down. Her brain processed the information quickly. Bernardo wanted her to advise Stefan to let Bruno go, so Bernardo would run the ring himself. But the stubborn person in the next room was too complicated and too difficult, he liked to turn the easy thing into the hard stuff. And he would never listen to Wirata!

\'If you love him, find a way to let Bruno go\' ...

Those words of Bernardo circled her head. Love him?!!

The hell no! She definitely didn\'t love HIM. How could she?

It was no way. Loving Stefan, the badass?!! That was the big NO.

LOVE, it\'s the heart issue and she only involved with him physically, not heart!

She would get hurt to love somebody like Stefan. He wasn\'t a man of any sensible woman\'s dream, especially, her.

In fact, she only stopped hating him now and again. On and off. When he was in a good mood. Wirata didn\'t feel much hatred. But when he was behaving badly She hated him so damn much! Better to put it this way! No nonsense thinking about LOVE!

But however, she agreed with Bernardo that Stefan shouldn\'t make more enemies. She believed people should not create new karma.

Especially Stefan Mackenzie, as it looked like his old karma was already overflowing!

And the stock of his enemies was jam-packed full!

But what should she do? How could she make Bernardo\'s request happen?!

Wirata came out of the bathroom. She stopped dead when seeing the tall figure sitting on the sofa at the foot of her bed. He was staring at her with his suspicious dark blue eyes.

"Why did you close the door?"

The serious voice asked. Did he mean the connecting door? It was her door and she could close it when she needed privacy, couldn\'t she?

"I only close it but I haven\'t locked it. It\'s my room so,..."

Wirata ran out of words to say. Why this man didn\'t know the basic rules about privacy?

"But I don\'t like it. Leave it open from now on." The boss ordered with an unpleased look.

When Stefan finished the shower he saw that she close her door and he didn\'t feel good when he couldn\'t see what she was up to. He preferred to know, to hear and to see everything and that was the end of the story. No argue!

"I am sorry. I forgot that you are the boss and it\'s your house and I don\'t have any right to do things that you don\'t allow me to do." She sounded sarcastic.

Stefan stood up and walked to her. Pulled the slender body to his embrace.

"That\'s right. And do remember. But don\'t get upset. It\'s because I don\'t like this door close. I feel as if I can\'t breathe."

He said his reason which made Wirata frowned. Couldn\'t breathe?

She remembered when she first moved in, this door was closed, locked from his bedroom\'s side!

"Okay." But she had learned not to waste time to argue with him already.

"By the way, I have finished the contract, need you to read and sign it."

Wirata said.

"Let me have a look."

He sounded easy enough to listen so Wirata rushed to pick the paper from the big desk by the windows while the tall figure walked to sit back down on the sofa.

"Here." She handed it to him. He pulled her to sit and he lied down, put his head on her lap.

"Let\'s see what my woman has to say."

He muttered with a hint of laughter in his throat. He looked nice and relaxed. Wirata looked at his handsome face and sighed.

This man could be anything he wanted to be, from the loveable person to the hatable one.