It is not a piece of cake. I take everything that I've said yesterday. This is not a piece of cake.

What kind of fuckery is this?

Please don't mind my cursing but I am just terribly pissed off right now. Here I thought the slave job that Grandmama will give me is like those slave jobs in dramas.

Cleaning the whole mansion, sweeping the floor, watering their three gigantic gardens, trimming the grass, or cleaning off the chandeliers that are ten feet high above the ground.

Getting bullied by the other Santoros while Daime and Primo would rescue me with their dashing looks and incredible smile.

But no.

That is not the kind of slave job that Grandmama gave me. The one that she gives me is the one that would make me vomit and submit with her rules.

But I am a Matautia! I will not submit!

So here I am cleaning the horse stable with gigantic looking shits from seven different types of horses, ranging from donkeys to stallions, while I wish that someone would help me.

All of the workers are out since Grandmama told them that I would be the one doing half of their work which made them happy, of course. But it saddens them when they realize that Aiden is just a small petite looking man.

That I looked like a twink who cannot carry a large sack of grass and wheat for the horses to eat. Which is true but fuck this greasy ass poop in front of me, I am not doing this.

And of course, that is not true. I need to impress Grandmama with my incredible skill that is called "patience". Like the thing that she doesn't have.

Patience? Blah!

I was in my second cabin when I heard a voice coming from the doorway of the stable. I look at the direction of the doorway and see Daime carrying a tray of food and sweets.

"Kyaaaah!! DAIMEEEEE!!"

I exclaimed at him and immediately went to his side when I stopped after remembering what I smell like. He looks at me with a smile on his face and walks towards my direction.

"It's fine. I don't mind the smell of the stable. I usually help around here before anyway."

I released a sigh of relief as I went to his side. We sit down near the door of the first cabin and he serves me the first food that I would eat for today.

Yes. I did not have breakfast because Grandmama told me to wake up around four in the morning and start working.

I am a slave anyway. And slaves don't usually complain at the time given to them by their Master.

Daime offers me a drink after eating so much food when I heard a knocking sound from the door again.

I look up and see this gorgeous looking man with a smile on his face. He looks at me and smiles widely when Daime clicks his tongue.

"Go away and continue your horseback riding."

I look at Daime with a mute expression. I never heard him sound so pissed before. Or I never saw him pissed before. It is always Primo.

The man chuckles and goes away as I stare at Daime with a soft expression. I am confused at Daime's behavior when it hits me.

He is jealous.

With a devious idea in my head, I move the tray away from his lap and straddles in as if riding a horse and smiles.

"Are you jealous of him, daddy?"

I don't know what I am doing but it feels like it. I look into his silver eyes and I can feel hotness all over my body.

If ever we would have sex in this stable, I won't complain because it is not the first time. But this will be the first time to do it with him alone.

Without Primo.

Daime suddenly grabs my waist and grips it hard, making me moan so loud that I think the horses heard every bit of the soul of that moan has.

I immediately cover my mouth with my hands while Daime laughs his ass off. It's not funny especially when I didn't mean to do it.

It's just the way he holds my waist and grips it until it bruises is giving me every bit of excitement while my body anticipates for more.

It's devastating.

I want to have sex with him but I have a lot of things to do for today. I push myself up and thank Daime for the food that he offered me when he suddenly grabs my arm and makes me face his solid chest.

"Meet me by the garden after your work. I will be waiting."

After that, he grabs everything that he brought for me and walks away. I stare at his fading back and blush up to my ear. My face is so hot that people might think I have a rash or I am sick already.

I shake my head and continue to work. Swiping and grating the dirty wheat before piling it up again for new ones. It's so quiet around the stable so I decided to sing a little bit.

I am not much of a singer myself and nobody actually cares about any of my talent but, I do know how to sing. I twirl around and sing to my heart out, not caring if someone hears my donkey voice or not.

While Aiden is singing melodiously at the stable, Daime immediately runs away from the stable and into the botanical garden located at the back of the garage.

Primo and the other third generation Santoros are there playing tennis and other ball games. Kaylin is the one who spots Daime looking around the garden before sighing loudly.

"Shit, I almost died."

Kaylin goes to his cousin and taps his shoulder. Daime looks behind him as he flinches back after seeing Kaylin.

"You scared me! What the fuck?!"

Kaylin laughs at his reaction and smiles.

"Are you okay, big Bro? You look extremely pale. You look like you've seen a ghost."

Daime shakes his head and touches his face. He looks at Kaylin with a sheepish smile as he scratches the back of his head.

"I'm good."

Kaylin does not look convince at Daime's answer. But before he could even ask for another question, Primo came over and asks Daime about his whereabouts.

"Stable. I came from the stable."

Primo nods his head as he invites his cousin to play tennis with them. Kaylin is standing near the pot of periwinkle when he realizes who is at the stable.

He laughs at his stupidity and pats Daime's shoulder.

"Well, big Bro. You both had it bad. Extremely bad."

Daime couldn't help but nod because what Kaylin said is a fact. Aiden is indeed bad for Daime and Primo's health. But most likely, to Daime only.