The Passonate of pride

Chapter 2 The arrival of a new boss

The day the new plantation owner arrived Chris ordered the driver to put his bag of clothes up into the largest room in the house. which is the room of Nichawee's parents who passed away Chris waited for a long time and still didn't seem to have the same owner of the house to welcome him. So he couldn't stand it and had to ask, “Where did the lady go? Don't you know that I've arrived Why didn't you come out to greet me?" Chris asked sternly. His face was so tense that the housewife was terrified, “Miss is at the racecourse. I'm training a racehorse.” “Come along, say I've arrived, come here quickly.” “Yes, sir.” The maid frantically ran out to the horse training ground about a hundred and fifty meters away. Before shouting to the people on horseback who were skillfully galloping along the track at high speed, “Mr. Kris has arrived. Hurry up and find it. The man is getting angry.” The girl drew her horse and stopped immediately. “Why did you call it a gentleman? It's just a bloody creditor. I don't go. If you want it, bring it here. Go and tell it this way,” said the woman, feeling a bloody disgust for the new boss who had taken over the family property. The maid hurriedly ran back into the house. cautiously looked at the tall and majestic figure of the new boss His fierce eyes stared at him solemnly as before, “What? Haven't you come yet?” “Mister said no. If a man wants to meet you, go to the yard yourself.” Lacking words, the young man's tall figure quickly walked past the maid to go outside. Chris saw a slender figure on the horse's back. while deftly galloping the horse at high speed Her long hair fluttering in the wind made the woman look free and beautiful like an angel. The young man shook off his thoughts. before walking to a stop at the path the horse ran past Nichawee squinted his eyes to see a tall, stout figure standing in front of him, his dark face under a very tense beard. When the galloping woman reached his strong hand, she immediately snatched the rein she was holding and held it in her hand. She threw a whip at the young man's body unceasingly. The housekeeper came out to see the incident. shrieking with trembling voice, “Let go if you don't want to get hurt again.” But Chris wouldn't let go, "let go." The woman kept whipping at him. “Stop the horse now,” he ordered, “no, get out.” She also hit him, the horse howled in pain from the traction. It scrambled its legs into the air to shake the woman down, but Chris reached out to catch her. causing the two of them to roll onto the ground at the same time, the young man got up first. Holding her hand and pulling him to walk, but she refuses to get up, still resisting him. Until the young man had to carry the woman's body up to the high shoulder and lead him out. The young mother hurriedly followed, worriedly. while the young man goes upstairs He turned around and ordered a sullen face, “No need to follow. and don't let anyone go upstairs," said the young mother, terrified. Chris carried Nichawee into the large bedroom that had been prepared for him. He threw the woman's body on the bed vigorously. “What are you going to do to me?” The woman moved to the end of the bed. look at the sharp, fierce face The blue eyes stared at the girl angrily. Chris didn't speak, followed him up on the bed. Then she took off the boots she was wearing and threw them on the ground. The girl moved away, but he grabbed both of her legs and pulled them towards him quickly. “Let me go.” The woman wriggled out of grip until her body was pulled closer to him, “Why make me angry? Do you like violence or not?"

“No,” she cried. He pulled the girl so close that his face was almost close to him. She hurriedly turned away before Chris pressed his fiery lips into her cheek. The girl thumped as he pressed her onto the bed, his tall figure tightly wrapped around him. Her legs were separated for him to intervene in the middle. The tall and large figure crushed the slim figure until it stuck to the sleeping area. She hid her face on his chest. As he frantically invades the crevice of his neck, "Let go. Please," the girl began to plead. As hot lips crept into his neck and continued down the hill. Strong hands ripped off the shirt until the button was torn off. pulling the hem out of his riding breeches His hand circled behind him, unhooked his bra, pulled it away from his beautiful figure, until the naked woman's top showed his gaze. She put her hands up and humiliatedly wrapped her arms around her protective chest, tears of despair poured down her cheeks. He didn't care, he unhooked his riding trouser before taking it off along with his panties. He peeled her bare. The girl curled up to cover her body from Chris's fierce gaze. The young man went down to stand beside the bed, took off his clothes, revealing a strong body full of six packs. The young man came up on the bed, resting on the woman's full body. “We will fulfill the promise your brother made.” “No, don't.” The young man didn't listen to him, took the girl apart and pinned it to the head of the bed. before nuzzling her face on her plump breasts that reflected with excitement and fear until her body was numb. The stiff hand then turned to caressing his beautiful breast, squeezing rudely. while chasing a kiss on the flat belly Staring at the flesh that was sealed there. He yanked his slender legs apart before thrusting in with a single blow. The slim figure shuddered, screaming in pain, clenching his fists and beating him as he began to move his mighty core in and out of the narrow path with equally anguish. His hands tugged at his beauty as he pushed in and out more and more violently. The girl cried with tears running down her face. He held his slender legs up to his hips, opening up the gap to move with faster thrusts. until Chris moaned unleashed in the girl's dry recesses. The tall figure fell, laying on top of the naked body tightly. After a while, he turned his body to lie on the side. The girl turned her back in the other direction. Hiding the tears of pain, shame and humiliation Soon she heard Chris get up and get dressed. walk away carelessly The girl hurriedly ran to lock the door, still in pain. from being invaded She put on her clothes and lay down in bed crying. Until a knock on the door was heard from outside. Trying to stop his voice from trembling, “Go down to have lunch. Mr. Chris is waiting.” “Not eating,” she said stiffly. “Mr Chris said If you don't go down He will come by himself.” “No, then I'll go down. Give me five minutes," said the woman hurriedly. She waited until her mother passed away. So went back to the room to change clothes and go downstairs. Chris sat tensed up at the dining table. The woman did not look as she walked to a chair far away from him, “sit nearby,” he ordered. The young woman remained indifferent. “Or should I take you and sit?” She immediately got up and sat on the chair next to him. smiling young man But he also pretended to be furious at everyone. “The food has been served, I am hungry,” he said, and the servant immediately rushed to the platform to feed the new master. Chris looked at the girl sitting and shoveling the food around. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked, his eyes glaring at him. "I'm not hungry," replied the woman promptly. “Then you don't have to eat. You don't have to eat this cold. And you don't have to cook.” She immediately dropped the cutlery. get up to walk away

“Wait a minute. I haven't finished speaking yet. Wait for me in the office. I have something to talk about and understand Don't do much, don't make me wait.” The young man finished speaking when he heard the sound of an angry foot slamming. She also turned to look at him with vengeful eyes.