"Carl, I ordered some food at the restaurant downstairs. Please pick them up and send them to Sweet Haven, as I told you when I gave you a calling card last night. I did tell you about it, right?" Denny asked with uncertainty. He can sometimes forget things like he had them in his thoughts but failed to speak for the other person involved. He is just human. After all, mistakes are inevitable."Yes, sir," Carl answered politely."You just have to hand the food to the lady named Marie, and she will do the rest," the employer instructed.Denny called his driver as soon as he placed his order for take-out at the ground-floor restaurant in his office building. It was a hospital compound, but Denny's office, which is actually his brother's, was located on a separate building with its ground floor having commercial establishments such as convenience stores, restaurants, and coffee shops. They were all serving twenty-four hours, just like the hospital, so Denny could order food anytime. He ju
While Denny was checking things on his list, Carl was on his way to Sweet Haven to deliver the food just as Mister Vero had ordered. He arrived at the building's front parking area and dialed a number from a calling card with a Lewis Marie (Assistant Manager) name printed above the contact digits. "Good morning, I am here to send a delivery asked by Mister Denny Vero," Carl spoke politely to the person on the other line. The other person was of higher authority than him, as he had seen on the business card. Carl is not ashamed of his profession, but he is used to meeting prominent and respectable people around Denny Vero's circle. He knows how to keep his dignified stand in his own way. And that is to respect himself by not making a fool out of him when he gets the chance to meet them this way. After all, he is just a driver. Today, he is asked to deliver something for his employer. Carl does not have to say anything more than he is told to do so. The other person said she was alrea
Trisha woke up earlier than usual today. It was because her client, Mister Vero, sent her to her room early the previous night. She had so much time to rest and sleep. The pain in her lower back was no longer as to how it felt when Denny checked her for injury. Yet as ordered, Trisha did not move around too much. She was also worried she would worsen her state and not get to serve Mister Vero again tonight. So she just had cereal with milk for breakfast and stayed on her bed as she did her online lessons. The good thing about online classes is that she can choose how to sit according to her comfort while watching the lectures on video. Right now, Trisha was stretching her body in a yoga position, sitting on the soft bed with her soles facing each other, held by her hands with her back straight up. She can feel every muscle in her body stretched as she makes her moves, bending her body to its limits from left to right. With her clasped hands holding one knee, she would twist her body
Denny was walking his way to the storage room when he felt his phone vibrating. He fished it out of his pocket and checked. He stopped in his tracks when he realized it was a message from Trisha. He almost forgot about her as he was focused on his work, but the moment he saw her name on his message lists, Denny subconsciously smiled. He was excited to check what could be the content of her message. He saw a bench in the hallway, so he quickly crossed the distance to sit down. He placed the wooden file binder in his hand beside his seat, and with both hands, he held his phone to check her text.It was the very first time he had received a message from Trisha. He would always check on her, and she would only answer. She never initiated the move to contact him before.All he saw were pictures, no message of hi or hello or anything. He carefully checked the images. Denny could not help sending a message to respond."Do they taste as they look good?"But Trisha must have been typing at the
"Hello?" Trisha timidly answered the phone as soon as she saw Marie leave, and after she swallowed the food in her mouth. But in her haste, she still had to clear her throat."Oh, sorry. You must be eating right now. Call me later, when you're done, okay?" Denny did not even wait for Trisha to answer. He decisively ended the call and stood from his seat, and walked to the storage room where he was supposed to go before he got the text from Trisha.Denny thought he could call her later when she was done, but he might also forget when he gets too engrossed working, so he asked her to call him instead. He was confident Trisha would do as he asked. She should eat her meal first. Trisha was startled to see the call ended, but when she realized his words, she thought about getting done with her meal so she could call him. She was worried Mister Vero might be disappointed again if she disobeyed, so she ate properly. She might choke if she eats in haste. That would slow her down from calling
"You better be well when I come to see you later," Denny made his tone sound threatening. He is enjoying thinking that this silly girl is nervous. He can imagine how Trisha is going to do her best to appease him again. And he was right. Trisha was now worried she wouldn't meet Mister Vero's expectations of her. She has to recall all her training as a way to make sure her client would be happy to be with her tonight. "Do you have anything in mind I should prepare for?" Trisha mindlessly chewed on her fingernails as she asked Denny.Denny felt his erection ache. It felt like it had reached its limit extending his genital muscles and skin, but with Trisha's question, it hardened more. He inhaled sharply, good thing he was alone and in a storage room, with privacy somehow. His memory played back Trisha's bold and daring move that took him by surprise last night. She licked his butthole! He didn't even know what to say, how to react, or how to call it. Now he is so turned on even with th
He was left aghast to see himself in a reflection from a glass door afar. "I'm fucked!" He sighed. Then he laughed. He decisively pressed the red button on his phone to cut the call. He did not say anything to the person on the other line. He was a bit horrified to see himself. He felt his words definitely described how he looked right at the moment. He was fucked, literally, metaphorically, and ironically speaking. And maybe more!His lab gown was kept the way he had them, wearing neatly with his buttoned shirts underneath, but his dress pants and boxer briefs were slid down to the floor and pooled on his ankles. His left hand was holding the urinal for patients. His right hand was holding his now flaccid soldier of pleasure. His head was bent sideways to clip the phone in his shoulder as he talked to Trisha over it. "Denny, you're a stupid fool!" He knocked on his head with so much self-reproached. The only good thing is that he did not make any mess with his cum anywhere in the
Time was running fast and slow. Time seemed to slow for Denny as he looked forward to its end and saw his "wife." He used the term clearly put an off-limit sign with how the restaurant manager was sending flirty signals to him earlier. She may look decent and professional, but Denny has seen a lot of women in his adventurous life that he can tell when someone is hitting on him, even in their smartest subtlest ways. He did not think about the word "wife" before the manager came to explain the issue of his orders. Even if he did not have a wedding ring on his finger to prove the word he was married, he believed that his words were enough to warn the lady not to overstep an invisible line between the customer and the service provider. Unknown to Denny himself, that is one reason why he is fascinated with Trisha so much. She seems to fit in everything he likes. Even without saying the words he expects from her, Trisha is self-aware and very much conscious never to offend him, except for
“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