Javier stayed at Tanya’s place for three days before returning to the research center by plane. Suzanne and her team had just obtained the preliminary result, and while her AIDS vaccine had previously come with the nasty side effect of kidney failure, that problem had now been eradicated. The ingredients and composition of the vaccine had more or less been finalized, and the only thing left to do was conduct more clinical trials to ensure that no other side effects would arise.To express his gratitude to Suzanne and her team, Javier gave them all a hefty monetary reward and held a celebratory evening banquet. It was a merry event, so everyone was pleased with their boss’ generosity.The only one who did not seem very happy was Javier himself. At least, that was what Suzanne thought. She ambled to his side and dropped down on a seat, asking, “What’s wrong? You don’t seem happy.”Javier flashed her a smile. “That’s not true at all, ma’am. I’m obviously ecstatic! The only reason I don
“Urgh! I swear, this is literally the only thing you ever do with me, you b*stard! I told you, we can’t keep doing this anymore!” Audrey protested once their romp was over.Javier smiled and nodded noncommittally as he listened to her rant. He took her protest seriously, but—well, changing his nature was a different matter altogether.Audrey was pretty aware of this—and therefore, a little glum. Javier always promised he would never do it again, only to break his promises as though they were nothing. He would come to her, let loose, deplete her strength until only the bare minimum remained, and then they would lie down side by side, exhausted and satisfied.After her protest, Audrey rose to go to the bathroom. She knew there was no point in avoiding his libido, so she skipped closing the door altogether. “I heard you people are almost done packing up to leave. If you guys ever move out, warn me, please,” she told him between breaks while taking a shower. “I need to prepare the hotel
Javier could not wait for the day of the Lance-Ker Awards. But before that time came, he got something else instead—a phone call from Chessie, to be exact. She told him cryptically that there was something she hoped he could help her with.Javier knew Chessie. She would not plead for his help even if someone stuck a gun to her head, so the fact that she was asking him right now, in a voice this uncharacteristically meek and soft, shocked Javier. He asked her what had happened, but the young woman simply asked him to meet her at her place.There was little work for him to do lately. Javier had someone else to help him oversee the research and development of the vaccine, so he was free to attend this mysterious meeting. As soon as the call ended, he bought the earliest plane ticket he could find and immediately headed to Chessie’s part of the country.He reached the city at night and met Chessie by the entrance of the airport. She was as beautiful as he remembered, and tough as a nail
Chessie had no problem paying Javier for a wonderful night. He was a handsome freak in the sheets who asked for very little despite the expensive experience he delivered. No one would see him as anything but a great bargain. The problem, however, was that she was in battle warrior mode. Like a warrior, she would see trails of blood during her showers despite not even having a scratch. Like a warrior, she would bleed for a week and yet walk around without suffering from any blood loss. Yep. Chessie was going through that time of the month, and his libido could do nothing about it. It would be barbaric of him to answer his carnal calling without any concern for Chessie’s condition. She was his woman, so caring for her was part of his responsibility. But gosh, he swore to God, it did not mean holding his lust in was easy at all. Hell, it made the night torturous. Here lay Chessie, beautiful and alluring, cuddling in his arms—so close yet so far away. It was the worst. Just the wor
“My dearest Miss Sommer! You truly have the most amazing body ever! Just look at your fair, long, lean legs! Even the best models in the business would surrender at the sight of them. And your butt! Incredibly sexy, just like a ripe peach! Oh, and let’s not forget the jaw-droppingly perfect proportions of your waist and chest—perfection is what they are!“Believe me, Miss Sommer, I’m not exaggerating when I say you possess the most beautiful figure I’ve ever seen. You really are one of a kind, a true primadonna! If you graced my evening by joining me for dinner later...oh, it would be the highest honor of my life!”On and on, Kenny Mason, the gym trainer, prattled with all the flattery he could summon. The target of his buttery infatuation? Lilith Sommer, who was jogging on the treadmill. Her supposed husband was standing nearby, but Kenny ignored him altogether.Everyone in the gym knew who Draco DeSantis was. He was a spineless waste of space, that was who he was. He never raised
Javier’s unfazed attitude ignited an inferno within the thrice-insulted Kenny.Kenny had had his fair share of being on the receiving end of verbal abuse. But to be subjected to Draco-f*cking-DeSantis’ slights three times in a f*cking row?! How could he not be p*ssed?!He did not even wait until Javier’s hands were in the gloves. He charged, fueled by pure rage, springing toward his prey like a provoked jaguar. A sharp gust rolled along at his momentum, and when he was a few inches away from his target, he leaped into the air and performed a mighty swing.It actually looked pretty cool.At that very moment, Lilith walked out of the changing room, smoothing down the corner of her shirt.Then, her eyes traveled up to the ring—and widened.Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined seeing her milquetoast husband standing in a ring, engaged in a fight. She would have tried to understand why this anomaly was happening, but now was not the time. Besides, her mind was completely occup
Lilith drove, speeding all the way until she stopped at a lavishly designed Hermes boutique. It was not just a family gathering today. It was Lilith’s third brother, Raphael’s birthday.Both of them had been the closest since they were young, so Lilith would never forget Raphael’s birthday.She took nearly half an hour to filter her choices upon entering the boutique and finally made up her mind on a belt that cost around 10.5 thousand dollars.It was only a belt! Using a rope could do, but the Sommers were rich since they were business tycoons in Beencelle. 10.5 thousand dollars was nothing much to them, especially when it was highly likely that money came from the narcotics trade.Lilith went back to the car with Javier holding the luxuriously wrapped gift box that the belt was in, only to discover that the car had broken down. The ignition was normal, and the clutch was normal, but the gear could not work. It was like the gear stick was welded.Lilith liked driving manual cars,
While Shane, the elite of elites in cars, was still gloating, Javier made his utmost honest comment regarding the former with the simplest word.This angered Shane. No one dared call him a fool right in his face when he was the second son of the Sullivans. He grabbed Javier, who wanted to go to the passenger seat, insisting on getting to the bottom of it.Javier had only explained when he saw Lilith’s confused gaze. He was mainly doing the explanation for her.“There’s a small possibility that clutch disks will stick together when you drive on a rainy day. When they’re stuck, you can’t shift your gears.“Starting the engine in your gears will cause the car to rush forward due to the gears, and the force will separate the stuck clutch disks.“That’s why I shifted the gear to go forward when I started the engine. It’s this simple.”Javier’s explanation made sense.Shane, who realized that the bumper of the car had not hit the pavement, was even more convinced that the latter was n
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