Chapter 5

Mavin,

After finishing my bath, I stepped into my bedroom to put on a casual blue top and black trousers. I walked over to my mirror to comb my short black hair, as I don’t keep a beard. My gaze fell on my neck, where I noticed sore, finger-scratched marks. I remembered that it was Thelma’s doing from the previous night.

I frowned as my mind replayed the moment I had entered her warmth. I was trying to recall all the details of what had happened between Thelma and me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the memories, and my head ached as they flooded back, causing me to groan in annoyance.

"Damn it!" Even though the medicine or drug that Sir Adam had given me had mostly worn off, I was still experiencing hot flashes and headaches. I thought about warning Sir Adam again never to try such nonsense with me or to follow my grandpa's orders. Otherwise, I would make sure he was fired or even jailed.

Sir Adam is 53 years old and has been with me for a long time. He likes to call me 'boss,' claiming that he does it “to motivate me and remind me of my rank and who I am in City B.”

With a sigh, I walked away from the mirror, finished applying my perfume, and left my bedroom to accompany my grandfather to the hospital as I had promised.

Grandpa was smiling throughout like someone who had won a trophy. He was already neatly dressed in a brown garment. I walked toward the dining room to have breakfast with him. 

I took a seat at the long golden dining table, settling into a chair opposite my grandfather. I said, "Grandpa, I'm not happy with what you did last night."

"What did I do wrong, Mavin?" His smile remained bright on his old face, though I knew he was aware of what he had done.

"Aren’t you the one who arranged for Sir Adam to send that young lady to me last night? Why, Grandpa?" I was very angry as I spoke. I had gone through my grandfather's will, which stated that if I didn't marry before the year ends, he would give away his company and hotel to the poor. Now that he was still alive, I had only two months left before the deadline—today being October 18.

"Don't ask me why, Mavin. It's not like she's ugly. Don't you like the young woman that Adam brought to you last night? We can search for her again if you want her back or find another woman for you," Grandpa said, waiting for Angela to come out of the kitchen with his herbal tea. I replied, "No, Grandpa... I don’t need her again. And don’t ever try to do that with me again. I won’t take it lightly with you." I slightly warned him, and he hummed, "Hmm..."

Angela is the head maid in my mansion, which I purchased five years ago when I turned 30. We moved out of the old family house, which served as both our general family home and Grandpa's residence.

"Good morning, boss. What should I serve you this morning?" Angela politely asked, having finished serving my grandfather his herbal tea just the way he liked it.

I sighed and turned away from my Grandpa's face to look at Angela’s face. She was a middle-aged woman, and most of the female staff working in my mansion were middle-aged too, except for the younger maids who had been recently employed. My mansion is spacious with many rooms, so I wasn't familiar with all the staff.

“Just tea and bread. Make it quick, as we’re running late,” I told Angela, glancing at the dining room wall clock, which read 9 AM. I sighed again, knowing that my grandpa's treatment time was around 10 AM. I waited for Angela to serve my breakfast.

After finishing my tea with Grandpa at the dining table, I stood up and escorted him outside to my car. He sat in the backseat while I shut the door after him and hopped into the driver’s seat.

I started the engine and drove out of our premises, steering around the city. We arrived at the magnificent Saint Peter Hospital, parked, and I opened the car door for Grandpa to get out. We walked into the hospital lobby together.

My mind wandered back to the pretty woman I had slept with the previous night. The memory of her soft body lingered, and any time I saw a pretty woman with blonde hair in the OPD section of the hospital, I couldn't help but think she was Thelma.

“Oh no!” I grimaced, and my grandpa looked at me askance. “What’s the matter with you, Mavin? Are you still thinking about that young lady?”

“No, Grandpa,” I replied coldly. We made our way to the OPD waiting room and took a seat. I pulled out my phone, unlocked the screen, and called my office assistant, Henry Black.

“Hello, Boss,” Henry answered immediately after the second ring.

“Please inform Mrs. Tonia Briggs that I won't be arriving at the office on time today. I took Grandpa to the hospital, and she should reschedule most of my meetings with the top clients for noon. She can handle the rest that are arriving,” I instructed. Henry is my trusted assistant and helps me monitor all my company activities in my absence.

“Alright, boss. Anything else?” Henry asked. I replied, “No, that’s all.”

I ended the call and sat, waiting for our turn. Soon enough, we stood and walked into the doctor’s office.

Grandpa is 85 years old, yet he walks without a cane and retains a mischievous spirit.

“Good morning, Mr. White,” Dr. Amari Hanks smiled at us. She is my grandpa’s favorite doctor.

Grandpa enjoys being treated and touched by women, and Dr. Amari asked, “How are you feeling today, Grandpa Charlie White?”

“I’m good,” Grandpa replied with a smile, while I remained silent, seated beside him. My mind was still caught up with memories of the previous night with Thelma.

“Are you feeling fine today, Mr. Mavin?” Dr. Amari asked, addressing me by name instead.

I met her big brown eyes and replied, “Yes, I’m fine. Please attend to my grandpa first; I’m not a patient.” 

“But you’re sweating a lot, despite the air conditioning in my office. Quite often, it’s wise to have a checkup on yourself and not wait until your body collapses,” Dr. Amari advised politely. I replied, “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind, but not today. I have a business meeting at 12 PM.”

Although I was feeling pain, I didn’t want to be confined to a hospital bed.

Dr. Amari smiled sadly. “It’s just friendly advice, Mr. Mavin. But I can run a quick checkup on you if you’d like it to be quick.”

She’s a married young woman, yet she has a flirtatious demeanor that irritates me. Her attraction is obvious in her expressions and movements, and the way her big brown eyes shone seductively at me felt like a happy puppy looking for affection.

Now I understood why she had so many patients in her waiting room. Some of those who weren’t truly sick would go to her hospital just to experience her touch.

I assumed that my Grandpa also enjoyed visiting her hospital, as it belonged to her family and had been passed down to her as an inheritance. I had heard she was happily married, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Grandpa wished she were single so he could propose to her on my behalf.

However, I didn't like her; I just tolerated her flirtatious nature for my grandpa’s sake and because she was now our family doctor.

“Grandpa, you look so happy today! What’s the good news?” Dr. Amari finally asked, as she had finished examining Grandpa.

With her question, a smile spread across Grandpa’s face. “I’m just happy to see you today, Doc.”

“Mm,” Dr. Amari blushed. Her radiant brown eyes reminded me of the big blue-eyed lady I had slept with the night before.

“That’s wonderful to hear, Grandpa. I’ve written out some of your new medications, and you can see the nurses on duty to hand them over to you before you leave. Thank you for visiting us today, Grandpa,” Dr. Amari said as we stood up to exit her office.

“Thanks,” Grandpa replied, but I remained silent as we finally left her office and collected Grandpa's medication from the hospital pharmacy before heading home.