Taming The Las Vegas Playboy Chapter 70 - The Poorly Boss (2)

Wirata ran into the bathroom then she had to put the brake on when seeing the tall figure standing facing the wall letting the water falling on his body. She tried to ignore his naked body, went to stand near him.

"Are you alright? What happened?" She asked with concern.

"It so damn hurts. I think the water making me bleed."

He said and turned his face to look at her. Wirata looked at the water. It was slightly red. How come this mafia god didn't know that the water didn't make him bleed but he already bled from his scratching wounds. She was suspicious that he might be fooling around with her but when seeing him look so poorly like this, she just didn't want to shout at him.

"Did you have a fall?"

She asked to make sure because she heard the sound something fell to hit the floor. Stefan glance at the big bottle of the shampoo. It was slipped from his hand and hit the floor quite loud.

He stared into her worried eyes. Her face was pale. Her hands were on his back and she didn't even notice that she was getting wet because of the shower spray. At first, he was going to lie because that was the reason he shouted so loud to get her in here, but...he decided not to...lie.

"No. It's the shampoo. I can't open it. My hand's sore."

He said. Well, at least that was the truth. His hands were damn sore because he punched the bastard so hard, so Stefan guessed Bernardo would be as badly injured like him.

Wirata let out the relieved breath she held within because she was afraid he had a fall and hit his head or something like that, which would be so bad and would be very unlucky for his already wrecked body.

She reached for the shampoo bottle and poured some liquid in her hand.

"I'll help you."

She said in her quiet tone. Wirata moved to stand behind his tall body. She started to rub his hair with shampoo gently. He stood still and let her do it.

"Okay, done. Now you can put your head under the water to rinse it and I will let you get on with your shower."

"Help me. I can't raise my arms as I told you."

He said and ducked his head under the shower until the water was clear then suddenly, he turned to face her.

Wirata startled when she saw his naked body so close. She hurried to step back. His broad chest was wet, his stomach was smooth and he had nice muscles, not fat. And she did not mean to look further than that but his personal weapon just stood up in full size in front of her eyes.

Wirata flushed and turned her back immediately. But the long arm reached and pulled her to him. He embraced her from behind.

"Let me go. You said you couldn't raise your arms up and look now."

Wirata said and turned to look at his face. His beautiful nose was just there, so it touched her cheek lightly.

"I can raise it a bit but can't reach to scrub my back. Come on, do it for me so that it will be quick and you can take care of the wound. I am poorly, I feel unwell and need TLC from my woman."

He said in a smooth tone, no bossy but more like asking in a friendly gesture. Wirata sighed.

"Alright, but promise me that you will behave."

She wanted to make sure he wouldn't mess about.

"No need to promise. You are wet now. You should take a shower, too."

He said and that made Wirata realize her shirt and jeans were damp.

"I'll do that later."

"Up to you. But I think you should do it now, so you have time to look after me."

The injured man suggested.

"You released me and I will finish you first, or I'll just go now."

She gave him no choice. Stefan shrugged. he bent to kiss her neck once and released her waist.

Wirata was getting used to his kisses a little now so she didn't say anything. She grabbed the sponge and put shower cream on it then rubbed on his shoulders, chest, stomach and avoid the very specific place.

She went down his two legs very quickly without glancing at his shaft even it hard be avoided because it stretched so long and big in full size. Wirata blushed but tried to keep her face straight as much as possible as if she didn't feel anything.

She stood up and looked at his face. His handsome face was swollen a little now. But his sharp eyes looked at her quietly.

"Now, turn you back to me." She ordered.

"You haven't finished the front yet."

He said and glanced at his manhood to signal her which part hadn't been cleaned yet.

"You can do it yourself and if you don't turn now, I'll go."

She said with an indifferent tone.

Stefan hid his smile behind his swollen face. She blushed like tomatoes now but he wouldn't tease her too much. He was enjoying having her helping him and she wasn't shouting and nagging so far. So he would continue to play a good patient for the nurse, just for now.

Wirata rubbed his back with the sponge gently. There was no wound and scratches there but the front would need to put some cream on later. She scanned at his prime backside. This man must be one of God's masterpieces. He must be his favorite, being given too much both the looks and the prosperities. Even he had bruises and swollen face, but that still not be able to ruin his stunning looks. Wirata then realized she was silly thinking about the man who she shouldn't think about him at all.

At the end of the day, no matter how good looking a person was, if the inside was ugly, the outer look was useless after all. For her, the beauty had to be from inside out. A beautiful soul produced a beautiful whole.

She finished him and held the shower head to spray water all over his body until it was clear of the bubbles.

"Done." She said and grabbed the big towel to wipe his back and front and gave it to him to wrap it around his waist.

She was a little surprised that he was behaving quite good all the process.

He put his arm on her shoulders, she put her arm around his waist like before then help him to walk out to the bedroom. He sat on the side of the bed. She handed a small towel to him.

"Dry your hair. I will go to take a quick shower. Don't go anywhere." She ordered him and then hurried to her room. She had a quick shower and changed her clothes. She wore a pink T-shirt and a black cotton skirt then ran to his room.

When she arrived there he was sitting against the head of the bed with a sullen face. His hair was still wet.

"It was 15 minutes long!" The voice said. So Wirata now knew the reason why he got moody.

"Fifteen minutes showering and changing clothes, was very good timing for a woman, Stefan."

Wirata said to him. She ignored his swinging mood, snatched the small towel from his and rubbed it on his short hair.

Stefan could smell her nice sweet scent. He didn't know what kind of perfume she was using, but he liked it. Smelling like flowers in the rain. There were a lot of flowers in his mother's garden. When he was little his parents liked to spend in their beautiful garden. Nowadays, the garden was still well looked-after by the servants but it did not feel the same when he visited the main mansion of the Mackenzie residence nowadays. His mother's house outside Boston was more like home to him.

Stefan put his nose to sniff at her shoulder.

"What perfume are you using?"

He asked out of his curiosity. Wirata was surprised that a tough man like Stefan paid attention to such a small thing like woman perfume, but when thinking that he was a man who had been surrounded by women and slept with hundreds of them. He might want to know so he would buy it for his woman in the future. She stopped drying his hair and walked to put the towel on the rack at the corner next to the wardrobes.

"It's the only lotion I've put on." She said with plain voice. Picked up the cream tube she had put on the side-table then walked back to him.

She sat next to him.

"Close your eyes. I'll apply some cream to help you feel better. Lucky that your cheekbones aren't broken just scratches, so no need for stitching."

"Don't put too much. I don't usually put cream on scratches, let it heal itself."

Stefan told her the way he took care of his wound normally. Some marks on the body showed the manly personality in his gangster culture.

Wirata just listened and didn't say out. She applied the cream on his face gently. Stefan closed his eyes, felt her soft fingertips gently massage the cream on his face, it felt warm and relaxed.

"Now lie down. I will see the rest of your body." She said without thinking.

"Good. I will take off the towel so that you can look everywhere. Gotta make sure you won't miss any."

He said and his hand undid the towel knot and opened it wide, his naked body was shown in front of her eyes. Wirata widened her eyes with a shock. She hurried to grab the corner of the towel and put it on his middle to cover his manhood which she just saw was massive!

"I think my dick is swollen too. You might need to rub it... a little?"

The injured man suggested with high hope in his voice. Wirata sent him a daggered glare.

"Yes. I'll be sure to rub it with the sandpaper. That way it will definitely stop swollen right away!"

Her statement made Stefan jerked and put his hand on his shaft immediately.

"Not a chance. This piece needs only tender love and care. You will be sorry if my dick didn't perform perfectly, you know."

The boss said with a mischievous smile on his face. Wirata sighed. This man never thought about anything above the navel but!

"For now, just shut up and let me finish my job on your wrecked body then I'll go to cook some lunch for you."

She sent him the impatient gaze. So Stefan stopped talking and let her touched his chest and applied some cream where needed.

Chapter end