"I understand how you feel," Trixie replied gently. "I believe we have a very similar emotion for this girl," her words flowed out of her lips softly as she stared at Trisha's sleeping form from a short distance. "Ever since I met her, I felt a love so pure for another soul for the very first time." Trixie smiled at Don Carlo sweetly. "I am sorry, dear, I love you, but that love was developed and had grown through our efforts, shared, and expressed affections," Trixie continued, returning her gaze to Trisha. "But with this girl, it was like a love of a mother to her child. Maybe it had something to do with me not being able to conceive one on my own, but this girl did nothing to make me feel such an emotion towards her," Trixie shook her head with a soft snort. "She was just being herself, but that was what caught me off guard to like her. I wanted to help her in ways I could, and the more I give my efforts to do so, she would try and do her best to please me back - making me invest
"Oh, no, as much as I long to wrap my arms around her, I am also glad to hear your wise words," Denny curtly nodded his head as he looked at the Don, then he turned his head to Angela. "And I am more than glad to hear how dearly you treasure Trisha in your heart. It ossifies my emotions for Trisha, making me realize even more that I am not wrong to invest such inclinations for her," Denny replied with glee. "I am happy this issue was dealt with accordingly," Trixie sighed with jollity. She was happy that even though everything happened too fast, all problems were solved with good speed. "Let's go," she guided the two gentlemen to walk closer to where Trisha was. The girl on the chaise longue was lying on her right side, with her back to the backrest of the chair, both hands clasped together placed under the right side of her face and head. She looked so deep asleep that the three arrived with her still undisturbed."Do you want to stay for the night?" Asked Don Carlo in a hushed ton
Trisha nodded her head vigorously. She recalled what happened at the studio today, and she was amazed to realize that Don Carlo was right. Trixie was strict, but she could control her temper. And in her concern for Trisha's health, the lady mentor did not light much stick of cigarettes today. "Yeah, she did not even yell at anyone," Trisha confirmed. "Only when someone addressed her with "Mami"," she recalled.Everyone in the hallway, walking out of the mansion, laughed."I swear, I didn't like it one bit," Trixie defended. Denny did not understand, but he found Angela Wade's repulsion to the word funny that he joined the laughter. He thought about asking Trisha about the details later. Denny was also worried he might bring out the repugnance Angela felt when it happened, so he did not voice out his curiosity in front of the person primarily involved. "But aside from that, everything else was smooth and easy all throughout the day," Trisha added to her statement."I am pretty sure
Days passed.Denny went to work with Trisha as his personal assistant. Denny provided her with a table right inside his office. She was to do her online lessons with headsets to keep the silence in the room as Denny attended to his work. "Honey," she called out timidly. "Would you like some coffee?"Denny smiled sweetly as satisfaction flashed on his face as he nodded in response. "Now, that sounds way much better," he chuckled. Trisha thought he would consider her initiative to call him sir in the office as proper and formal, but she got punished all night after her very first day in his office. He showed anger and surprise at first, but as the day went on, Trisha did not catch the hint of refusal and resentment in Denny's reactions, so she continued to address him as "Sir, Mister Vero" alternately. Trisha thought her master was only tired when he was quiet the whole day. He would talk but with extreme formality. He did not call him by any name, not by Trisha, not by Honey. But h
Trisha tried her very best to satisfy her master.She used her hands, lips, and every part of her that she thought would please her client and forgive her. But when she got into his most precious possession, his pride standing bravely like a mighty warrior above his crotch, pointing at Trisha, the service girl held her arms behind her back. She only used her lips, tongue, and mouth to caress Denny's excited shaft. Denny moaned in sweet delight as Trisha did her ways to appease his sulky mood.In her perseverance, Trisha was not aware that Denny was feeling provoked again. The way she teases his cock with her licking, twirling, and lapping tongue, making Denny jerk, jump, and stiffen in his seat, were driving his sanity to madness."Stand up," Denny suddenly commanded.Trisha was like a robot. She did not dally. She did as she was told; she stood up.Denny, who was like Trisha, now in his birth suit, stood up and started to walk to the stairs. Trisha's gaze followed him; she was unabl
But Denny was not going to grant her wishes. She needs to know, feel and taste the retribution Denny was trying to deliver. She needs to remember never to commit the same mistake again. And not granting her request was one of them."Spread those legs, honey," Denny commanded as he rubbed his tallest finger on Trisha's center. Trisha complied, moaning as she felt the exciting sweet tingles brought to her core by Denny's hands. "Wider," Denny demanded. Trisha did as asked until her master was satisfied. Denny's kisses traced an invisible line from Trisha's lips down her neck, chest, abdomen, only to return to her lips again. His hands alternately lean on the bed to balance his weight while the other was checking her readiness down her love channels. "I have to taste this," Denny brought his fingers filled with Trisha's juices to his mouth as he gazed down at her. "I was going to let you have my cock while I have your sweet pussy in my face, but I change my mind," Denny whispered hus
"Honey, did you just cum? Huh?" Denny asked as he lapped on Trisha's spilled juices.The service girl being, who was supposed to be receiving her punishment, was still jumpy at Denny's every stroke of his tongue on her center. She was trying to hide her core from his sight as she tried to clamp her legs and thighs, but as Denny was in between her widely spread legs, she could not do as she wanted. Denny's queries were answered with whimpers and suppressed moans. Trisha had her teeth sinking on her lower lip with her eyes pleading for mercy, for another forgiveness to another disobedience she had committed. She was aware she was wrong again. But as she was tied with a necktie to the headboard, Trisha could only wait for what her master deemed she deserved to be dealt with. "You were not supposed to come. You dare disappoint me?" Denny dipped two of his tallest fingers inside her core, and as if checking his suspicion to be right or wrong, he showed Trisha of the sticky, water-like f
With a buttplug stuck into her arse, Denny laid himself on his back to the bed, with his face in between her widely spread legs, kneeling on the bed. He guided her to move closer to his reach. Trisha was almost sitting on Denny's face with Denny's hands holding her beneath the bottom of her butts, the sides of her crotch to elevate her and balance her weight in his holds as he started to ravish her, piece of heavenly-pleasure giving, snatch. A series of whimpers, soft moans, and hisses left Trisha's lips as she tried to grab a firm hold on the headboard not to put all her weight to her Master's face. She would jerk and shake at Denny's every teasing and stimulating caresses. Trisha's breathing would hitch and occasionally stop when Denny's licks, flicks, and suckling on her clit would turn torrid yet make her wet as if she was standing in the pouring rain. Denny made Trisha reach a few more orgasms before he paused so he could speak. He wanted to make sure she was feeling the right
“Honey…?” Denny called out carefully.Claudette was already about to enter the ward when she heard the man who introduced himself as Denny Vero called for Aleah so sweetly and concerned. She smiled. She just confirmed her thoughts that these two are romantically involved. She silently placed the food she bought and the change on a chair by the door before she lightly knocked and waved her hands to say she would be right back.Trisha bowed her head lower when she heard the knocking on the door. At the same time, Denny turned his head to look back and saw Mrs. Murphy pointing at the purchases she brought while she hurriedly exited the ward.Denny wasn’t able to say anything before the lady disappeared from his sight. He went to get the drinks and handed Trisha a cup of tea. There were two, so he supposed the other one was for him. He took a sip and just said anything. He urged Trisha to try hers, too.“Honey, the tea is good. You should have a sip while it’s still warm.”But Trisha place
Trisha turned her head away from Denny and faced her mom instead. Her tears started to cloud her eyes again. She bit her lips not to let her cries out of her mouth.She clearly understood what Denny had just said right now, but she could not respond right away. She was feeling torn between accepting or declining his offer of financial assistance. It wasn’t for herself alone. It was for her mom, most especially. He also mentioned being a philanthropist, which surely meant he was going to donate a considerable amount to get the procedure done with the best outcome. Yet, Trisha was still worried about what she might have to do to return such a huge favor from Denny Vero.When she was with Chloe earlier, and Denny was not by her side, Chloe spoke to Trisha with her honest and frank thoughts. Trisha realized that Denny did not know his parents already knew everything, the facts, not what they feared his sister, Denisse, might have told them. She was actually glad Denny accepted her suggesti
“She is so kind,” Denny moved closer and whispered to Trisha. “I like her a lot!”Then Denny moved back to look at the girl on her face with a silly smile.“But don’t let her know about that, okay?” Denny murmured again. “She might like me back. I am afraid of that happening.”The two shared suppressed laughter with their hands in their mouths, covering, as they both looked back in the direction of the door. They seemed to have the same fear that the person they mentioned was already back and heard what Denny just said.“I like her, too,” Trisha shrugged her shoulders as she giggled after making sure Claudette wasn’t back just yet. She played along with Denny’s joke not to let the lady Murphy know they liked her so much.“Kidding aside, she is awesome,” Denny cleared his throat before he made known to Trisha his honest opinion about the lady taking care of the patient.He also heard from the doctor and nurses he was able to speak with that Claudette is doing her duties more than a mere
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Murphy!” Trisha’s voice was shaky as she looked up from the other side of the bed, embracing her mom cautiously.Trisha felt emotional. She was glad even to only hear that her mom would regain her consciousness. She’s been in the hospital bed for almost seven months now. She might have seen the person driving the car when she was hit, but as she was still in a coma, they could not ask her. Trisha and her brother Yohan are still hoping to find the justice they deserve. The police seemed to have no more lead to continue the investigation, and since the Silver siblings did not have anyone influential to ask for assistance, they would have to rely on whatever they heard from their mom’s recollections.It would be tough to hold on to such possibilities, but they believe their mom is fighting within her to survive her situation. And one victory may lead to another if she could point out who caused her so much pain and stole so much of her time to stay healthy and pro
Soon they arrived at the ward where the name Elaine Silver was written on the chart by the foot end of the patient’s bed. A woman was reading a book seated next to the patient. She was reading the book aloud like a mother reading a bedtime story to a kid. She was too focused on her book as she read with enthusiasm and emotion according to the content of the story that she did not notice the two, Trisha and Denny, walking next to the patient’s bed.Denny and Trisha looked at each other with amused smiles on their faces. Denny gave Trisha a sign not to make a sound using his finger placed above his mouth. Trisha nodded her head as she agreed not to make a sound. She was beyond glad and satisfied that the lady Murphy was indeed attending to her mom’s welfare with so much dedication and sincerity. She was also happy that the man beside her seemed to have the same thoughts about letting the lady reading a book continue until she realized their presence. And so she continued to read:“A fath
Trisha smiled happily. Denny saw her serene smile in his peripheral vision, and he felt good. His idea was turning out to be successful. That was what he was hoping for, to make his “honey” smile, not the polite one that her face had seemed to be painted with the whole day, but the pure natural smile she would usually wear on her face when she is genuinely happy.Soon they arrived at the hospital. Trisha was worried he would be late with his appointment.“Honey, I can walk my way into the hospital. You don’t have to send me in,” Trisha cautiously suggested. “You might be late.”Denny chuckled.“It’s okay. You wait for me by the entrance. I will be right back after I park the car.”Trisha had no choice but to do as he ordered. She consoled herself that he should know what he was doing. He wouldn’t insist if he did not have enough time, right?“Okay, I will stand by the entrance door. You can call me if there are any changes,” Trisha raised her purse with her phone and wallet inside it.
Denny paused for a while. He could not say it was personal, but it wasn’t business either. But he did not want to explain further, so he just made his answer short, although a bit ambiguous.“A little of both?” Denny chuckled, helping Trisha to stand from her seat beside him.Chloe was not convinced. Or maybe even if she was, the mother still wanted to spend a little more time with her dear son, so she expressed her disagreement.“I can only let you go early today if you promise to visit us next Sunday again,” she bargained.Denny’s eyes widened in disbelief.“Mom, I cannot promise you that, but I will try,” the son scratched his non-itchy backhead as he replied.“Then you will have to stay until dinner today. What do you say about that, Aleah?” Chloe turned to the girl beside Denny.“I… am…” the service girl stuttered. She did not know what to say, but knowing her answer was awaited, she had to say something. “I’m very sorry, Mrs. Vero, but I do not decide things with…” Trisha could n
“Do you mean to marry this girl?” Franco Vero asked. His tone was still calm, not making his honest reactions known to his dearest son.“As of the moment, and if that is all for me to decide, I might say yes,” Denny chuckled at his sudden realization.The father was baffled by the son’s answer.“What do you mean?”“I don’t think the feeling is mutual just yet,” Denny let his weary mind off him.He felt good that his kind dad asked. He had been holding these thoughts within him. He could not freely speak about it with Don Carlo and Angela as he did not want to worry them for Trisha. But with his dad, he felt the assurance that his old man would understand where he was coming from. Denny let his heartfelt emotions flow.“I can feel this girl is purely doing business with me, and she never flirts nor misleads me to think she fancies me like a woman fancies a man. She is obedient in everything I ask and tells her to do because she is too cautious about losing her job. She has these invisib
As Aleah requested and without fear for Denny to grant them, they got dressed up with the doting Denny assisting his heart's wife; since they weren't legally married yet, in every step of getting her nicely yet comfortably clothed. "We should shop for new sizes of your underwear, honey," Denny gently suggested. "I am worried you might feel discomfort with the ones you used to wear and in your closet right now," he explained eagerly. He knew that pregnant women could be very sensitive, so he tried his best to clear any misinterpretations of his words. Angela excitedly bought Aleah different designs of pregnant dresses and others obviously needed by an expecting woman, but as she had not had the experience to reach pregnancy into a stage where her belly would swell up, Angela did not realize to include underwear in her shopping list. I have been meaning to do so, but as I was not allowed to go out without company aside from the nurse, I was just waiting when we could visit the shoppi