Mikaela was not even sure how to describe how she felt. Was Javier a nice guy? Yes.Did she like him? Yes. A little. Somewhat. Maybe.But the idea of them being together—rings in each other’s fingers and bells tolling for a life shared—she never once felt the compulsion for it.Of course, she meant the compulsion to build a life based on a serious union. Not the more…carnal variety.It was the reason she had said what she said. She would sooner be mocked for overstating how much he was attracted to her than to risk Javier investing emotionally in an impossibility. It would make her feel guilty. It would make her feel like she was playing Javier.Fortunately for her, Javier harbored no such desire either. He studied Mikaela’s bashful expression before replying, “Just because I’m attracted to you doesn’t mean we have to get married. That’s some stuffy, old-school thing only the squarest people do. I like you, and I want to sleep with you. But marry you? No offense, but we’re not com
Javier swore the night was almost too impossible to get through.As it turned out, his success was merely on how he managed to make Mikaela and Renna stay—the woman had her own devious wiles against him. She had told Javier she needed to check on her daughter in her room to make sure she was okay and promptly shut herself inside Renna’s room, declaring she was “going to sleep”. It had been an excuse!This had to be a crime against humanity, right? It got to be!He lay on his bed, maidenless and powerless. All that teasing had gone nowhere—he had to give that woman props for withstanding his almost unbeatable advances. How on Earth did she do it?He spent way too much time tossing, turning, and rolling on his sides to finally fall asleep. God, to go to sleep hungry like that!Javier was not even given a chance to oversleep in the morning. Renna had to go to school, so Mikaela woke him up by knocking on his door, asking, “Is it me, or is there nothing to eat here in this unit?”Jav
Javier never fancied himself a man of decorum. Again, it was never his fault. He wanted to be tactful as much as the next person did, but it had to be dependable on who he was talking to.Flexing decorum with a man? Cultured.Flexing decorum with a mutt? Crackhead.This lard bucket, along with his haughty, everyone’s-below-me attitude was just a stupid nobody slung with the title of sales agent. Who the hell in their right mind would even care enough to show him “decorum”? He should be grateful for how no one was punching him in the face already.Finally, the fat man recovered from his shock and immediately cast an ugly scowl at Oliver. “The hell was that, Holmes!? I demand an explanation!”However, the older man seemed to have caught whatever bug Javier had. He wanted to feel that gratification, too.“Please, miss me with that bullsh*t.”The fat man was infuriated. What the f*ck was going on? A rebellion!? Oliver would always greet his arrival with nothing less than obsequious
Javier’s initial plan was to upgrade some of the equipment into its more hi-tech counterpart, but he changed his mind after a while. How much could he save, anyway? It would be better if he changed everything anew.If one was going to do something, they should do it right or shouldn’t bother at all. Hence, he wanted only “the best equipment” and “the best doctors.” Sacred Virtue Hospital had to be the very best, state-of-the-art hospital in the nation—no, the world!It had to be this good for Reivaj Group to make a name in the medical industry.Naturally, the name of the hospital needed to change. “Sacred Virtues” was not too bad a name, but Reivaj Group only ever named its subsidiaries with the same name, and that was…Well, Reivaj itself. Nothing more was needed.Be that as it may, the naming of the hospital was hardly Javier’s priority. He could always change its name after everything else was settled.By the time the clock struck six in the evening, Dylan had finally finished t
With Mikaela’s summon, Javier entered a medical storage room with her.“What mistake did you make that you went from the head nurse to a warehouse keeper?”Mikaela heard Javier’s surprised question once she went into the medical storage room. She was rendered speechless.“Warehouse keeper? It’s warehouse manager, mind you. Besides, I wasn’t demoted. I’m subbing for someone. I’m now on duty today by the warehouse manager, Cindy, is my friend. She has an emergency today so she’s asked me to replace her.“But don’t overthink it. The storeroom is being integrated, so what we do isn’t against the rules. Don’t penalize Cindy for this.”Javier looked at Mikaela with a beam. “Why? Who are you to say what I can or cannot do?”Mikaela froze. She did not think much about it, treating Javier as a friend, thus blurting what she did and not feeling anything wrong about it. It was until what Javier said that she realized…they seemed to be less than friends—and she had always addressed him as Mr
“Mikaela! Mikaela! There’s a problem!”Well, there was a problem here with Mikaela too. She was so frustrated she wanted to kill the person knocking the door. Just when she finally picked up the courage to enjoy the thrill with Javier, someone had to similarly pick this moment to knock the door.Fortunately, she had locked the medical storage room or she and Javier would have been caught.Hastily making herself presentable again, Mikaela hurried to open the door. Before she left, though, Javier groped her intentionally, his touch going straight to her heart and desire.Taking a deep breath and forcing the ravishing urge down, Mikaela opened the door.Javier watched from afar, seeing the person who knocked the door whispering to Mikaela before the latter left frantically looking anxious. He furrowed his brows looking at Mikaela’s retreating back, no idea what happened in the hospital.Waiting about for some time until no one around paid attention, Javier left the medical storage
Donald was still yelling, so Doug rushed up to him again seething. This time, before he could come close to Donald, the man scrambled up and fled toward the door.It was apparent that Donald was still scared of getting beaten up but he raised his voice and insulted them again standing at the lobby door. It was until Doug was ready to stomp to him once more that he ran off frantically.One could only get physically violent with a good-for-nothing like Donald. Hit and softer and it would not even be effective!After Donald escaped, the crowd in the lobby eventually dispersed. Those who were familiar with Mikaela kindly went to comfort her, coaxing her not to be angered and that Donald was a cum like that. Mikaela could only smile at the attempt to appease her. No one would still be in a good mood after being insulted and cussed at in public. One had their pride and honor—she did not even know how she was supposed to face her coworkers now when Donald had just humiliated her in front
With Oliver’s word of comfort as well as Javier’s effort and help, Mikaela picked up the courage to continue working. When she had lunch in the cafeteria during noon, she realized that there was not as many derisive gazes as she had imagined. Her coworkers and friends still greeted her like they used to and did not ridicule or scorn her over the incident.It made her feel better—even though there were several male coworkers who came to ask for her number with lustful gazes but she ignored them. She knew that those men must have thought that she was a woman who slept around, so it must be easy to ask her for a f*ck.Things were still better than expected. Compared to the mockery and derision she had imagined, the current situation was far more muted.Mikaela thought that what Javier had relayed through her father was right. She had to persevere through this. Many a times, the perceived difficulty was not as bad as one thought when one pushed through.When Mikaela was about to fini
As Bernadetta launched a barrage of kicks against the restaurant door, Mrs. Greene summoned 120% of her strength, holding the fort. The older woman had made a living terrorizing others with absurd accusations and downright unreasonable demands, but this time, she had met her match. Bernadetta James put the “man” in the word “woman”—in that she resorted to violence as soon as things escalated. In the end, it took both Mrs. Greene’s apology and a deal to provide Javier and Bernadetta with three days’ meals, all free of charge, to make the young woman stop. Then—“because I actually have a weakness against people sincerely appealing to my better angels,” according to Bernadetta—she amended the peace offer, changing the three days’ free meals to…a week’s worth. Back in the inn, Javier expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Bernadetta for rescuing him. “I can’t thank you enough for standing by my side when I needed it the most, Bern. But I can thank you a bit more if you refrain from using t
Mrs. Greene opened her flap and unlocked the floodgate, the spit during her tirade so profusive that she could water an old lady’s lawn. “It’s him, officers! It’s all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! He’s the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!”She turned and trained her finger on Javier. “You vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!”‘Back at you! I'd rather spend the night with my left hand than with you!’ By this point in the morning, Bernadetta had arrived at work. Her heels clicked onto the floor as she sauntered toward the commotion. As soon as she heard what had transpired, she laughed, looking clearly amused. She trained her perfectly manicured finger on Javier and piled on. “Oh, it was him. I can testify to that! He stole Mrs. Greene’s bra because he is…the Lingerie Phantom Thief! By day, he is Javier Kersey. At night, he is Jo Ker, the Bra Stealer!” Javier threw his arms up in exasperation
Javier shook his head. By the time his vision was back to normal, the dog was gone. It had escaped! “What kind of hell spawned this little sh*t?!” Javier wondered to himself aloud. “Was this really an effect of the world changing? Is this an example of mutation because of the Storm? Or is there something else at play?”Baffled and unsure what to think, Javier returned to the dorm and told the residents to open the door. Inside, he found Florence huddling the frightened kids closely. She was white from fear, and yet in the presence of vulnerable kids, she had assumed the role of the protector without a second thought. “Hush, it’s alright! It was fake. Someone pulled a terrible prank and put on this white sheet and…” Javier made up a fib to explain the haunting away exactly because the truth could land him in a mental institution. No one would believe him—and for good reason too!Javier drove Florence back to the Yuzuian restaurant, where the latter’s electric scooter was. While
A resentful wail—interspersed only by sobs that sounded more like someone was being strangled—was echoing in the middle of the night while Javier and Florence could not see even a single soul out there? Animated by the power of “hell, naw!”, Florence dove into Javier’s arms for protection. Her hands were clasped firmly on either side of her head, hoping to block out the ghastly demand in her ears. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that even a crowbar could not pry them open.Javier himself was just as terrified. He would have felt better if he could see the source of the voice rather than just hear a woman sobbing about getting her head back. At least he would know what he was up against! But just hearing it without any visuals at all?! Nooooope!Then, Florence hugged him in a “help-me!” sort of way. She was soft and supple—damn, that sexy figure in combination with her silky-smooth skin sure was welcoming. She was warm, and damn did she smell good! Nothing competed with fea
The dog barked in protest as it pointed its paw at Javier with the intensity of a mob before executing a monarch. The flames in its eyes were so bright that they could incinerate Javier into ashes in milliseconds. In the end, though, all that protest was for naught. Constance tied it up in the parking garage, while Javier watched in glee. Ah, sweet, sweet revenge! The stupid dog had thought it could set him up, had it? That would teach it!The look the Pomeranian shot him almost felt like a threat: ‘Just you f*cking wait, hooman!’‘Wait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?’ Javier scoffed in his mind. Now that the four-legged pest was gone, Javier turned back to Constance and talked about the new orphanage. As it turned out, despite the old woman’s sentiments for the building she had founded, she was a lot less obstinate and unreasonable as she might appear. “I mean, I don’t object to it completely. I know the new place is gonna be better, but…” She faltered a
Florence called half an hour later to tell him where they’d be having dinner. After leaving the inn in Bernadetta’s care, he hurried to the venue. Florence had picked a newly-opened Yuzuian restaurant. Javier had never liked Yuzuian restaurants, but since Florence had invited him, courtesy stopped him from asking the woman to change their meeting venue. He found Florence quickly enough and sat across from her. They placed their orders, and Javier began his performance: He started sighing and doing his best to look forlorn. It intrigued Florence enough to ask what was wrong, and Javier told her about his unfortunate beef with Constance that day.“It’s so unfair, man! Why would I bully a dog for no reason?” he moaned. “I’m sure Aunt Constance misunderstood. You’re a knightly, heroic, kind man! How could someone like you possibly get off on hurting a dog? I’m sure Aunt Constance was just too worried about the dog’s welfare to think things through. She didn’t mean it. I can vouch for
Herschel was dressed quite sharply today. It was the full ensemble—black leather shoes, black slacks, a white collar, and last but not least, the good old oil-slicked hair. The typical look of a high-ranking office worker, just as Javier had requested. Ordering him to get in his car, Javier asked, “You brought all the stuff I told you to?”“Yo, I would never forget the stuff my boss told me to bring. I’ve got all the preparations down pat. You can check ‘em if you don’t trust me,” Herschel replied. He fished an ID and some documents out of his leather bag. “See? All the documentation a journalist in the most important room of a news agency would have.”After a round-check and some instructions, Javier sent Herschel on his way to complete his mission. The man was strangely reluctant, though. “Boss, you told me you decided to work in that inn, right? Does that mean, you know, that you’re gonna call me ‘boss’ while you’re there?”Javier had almost forgotten he had mentioned this. It
Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’And then it feigned—yes, feigned—a yawn as its one last measure to cover up the fact that it had been laughing smugly to itself. ‘What. The. Actual. F*ck?!’ Javier thundered in his mind. ‘B*tch’s a natural actress! What’s it doing here instead of being interviewed on a talk show after becoming viral on TikTok?’In combination with Russell’s report, the incident inside the director’s of
As Javier was befuddled, Constance rushed in from outside and picked up the white Pomeranian gingerly to carefully check its injured leg.“Oh, baby, what’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg?”The white Pomeranian whined in pain and began twitching upon hearing Constance’s concerned question. This upset Constance so much that she admonished him sternly. “Mr. Kersey, I thought that you were a loving person, but I can’t help doubting your motive now.“I’m skeptical about you taking good care of the kids here when you’d even hit a cute dog!”Javier felt extremely offended. When had he hit the dog? He hurriedly explained, “Madam Hellman, I didn’t do anything!”Constance asked angrily, “You didn’t do anything? Why would it suddenly limp now and whine so pathetically? Why did it hurry over to me? Give me a reasonable explanation!”Javier was in distress as well. “How would I know? It was fine when I was carrying it just now, but it wanted to get down on the floor, so I carefully placed