“Okay, you ask first,” Scarlett started the fun night with unsuppressed enthusiasm. They have agreed to do the twenty questions. One asks, and the other answers, then the process takes turns. Voltaire was hesitant at first. He was still trying to figure out if their situation was really what he thinks it is happening. But as every moment passes by that, he can feel the sincerity in Dandelion’s demeanor. He was convinced she was not scheming or pretending about the getting to know each other thing she was suggesting they should do to make their deal viable. “Any question is okay?” he gave the lady in front of him, only wearing a fluffy robe, which he is not sure anything is worn beneath it, a measuring gaze. “Ask away!” she confidently answered. Spreading her hands with palms open in the air as if assuring him that she is willing to tell him anything he wants to know. “But let me warn you….” Vo
Voltaire was awake almost all night. He was trying to sort out his thoughts about laying his cards on the table with Scarlett. He was practically weary for the sun to show up so the morning would arrive soon. He was staring at the digital clock on the wall when sleep caught up with him. It was 3:48 when he was defeated to close his eyes and join Scarlett in a peaceful slumber. “V! V! Wake up!” A female voice whispered so close to him. Scarlett decided, along with their playful talk last night, that his name was too long, so she would call him V for a nickname. A name only she calls for him. He was still half asleep when he realized Scarlett was trying to wake him up in a hushed manner. “What’s going on?” Voltaire quickly got up. His eyes were still reddish as he must have been asleep for half an hour or so. “We have to get out of here,” she showed him her phone with its screen showing four surveillance
Voltaire We arrived at the hospital fast and without so much traffic. It was wee hours in the morning, after all. I was so worried. What could his illness be? Why didn’t he tell me anything about it? I hope it’s not that serious, like terminal stage cancer or anything. I closed my eyes in mixed emotions. Frustration. Disappointment. Regrets. I have been too busy with one goal to honor my mom and sister. I forgot I still have dad to consider into my priorities. “Go ahead. I’ll deal with the cab fare. I will be right behind you,” Scarlett suggested. I am sure she can see I was in a state of mess. “Thanks, Scar,” I gratefully thanked her then rushed into the entrance of the hospital as soon as the cab driver pulled over. Last night, we agreed that I would call her a nickname Scar, which I playfully pronounced as Oscar, but she was thrilled saying her name sounde
“Time flies too fast,” Voltaire whispered behind Scarlett’s ears. “Having regrets?” she asked teasingly. “What, of course not! How can I regret such a big fortune to fall on me directly from heavens above?” he hugged her tighter. It was their honeymoon. After settling things with their common enemy, Scarlett helped Voltaire find justice for his mom and sister. She did not accept other missions, and she declared she was retired from her mercenary gigs. She is now a full-time housewife to her husband, a Martial Arts Academy for Kids’ owner. The two decided to live low profile with all her assets to keep them afloat, living an ordinary family lifestyle. They hired trainers while Voltaire manages and drives the students from and to their homes before and after lessons. Their pretend-engaged-facade before Vincent became real as days went by, they both found themselves infatuated with each oth
Voltaire reveled at the profound proof of her femininity. And he is about to feast on it, not only with the use of his hungry eyes because he is aimed to ravish her with all his known skills and talents in pleasing a woman. She said she hadn’t had a good orgasm in three months. He will do all he can to make her forget such a sad memory and replace it with only the best of how he will make her feel, from tonight to every night of their married lives! “Ahhhmm... Oh my god!” Scarlett moaned in pleasure as she felt him torturing and teasing her with his peppering kisses around her longing core. She couldn’t grab hold of him because both her hands were held by one of his above her tummy while the other was spreading her pussy lips to reveal her clit. “Honey…?” Scarlett called out so sweetly. Voltaire was enjoying seeing such a cute side of her. She is always so confident that he never thought she could also make such a pitiful
Chapter 1 Loud neighbors 11:37 PM “Ahhhh!!!” “Yes, baby, ohhh….” “Ahhhh…” “Ffffucck!” 2:06 AM “Oh, my goddddd!” “Baby, faster please… harder….” “Don’t stop! Don’t stop…. Please… Please…?” 3:48 AM “Ohhhh…” “Fuckkk!”
Asher woke up around noon the next day after his contract with Nikita. Their agreement was to let her stay in his apartment while he was away to make sure his house was safe, having a stranger stay with rent. He is a site construction engineer of his dad’s real estate developer company. He can only come home every weekend as he has to supervise everything on the construction site while construction is going on. It wasn’t the only house he owned, but this one is his favorite. He grew up here ever since he can remember. Their contract covered six months, and if he wanted to keep Nikita’s company, he could have done so, but he realized he didn’t want Nikita around his house. She isn’t as neat as he thought she was. He always ends up cleaning his room every weekend. He is tired from all-night fun in bed, and he gets tired from almost all day cleaning his room. He also has a toilet and bath inside his room, but he did not declare it to his renters. And the
Bianca was so furious that she gobbled her food to hurry and finish. She washed her plates and everything she used in the kitchen except for what he used. She was murmuring words Asher had no clue about. They weren’t loud enough to hear and realized that she was cursing him in her mother tongue. Cursing her situation, she was deeply annoyed at the realtor agent she talked to. “Nega namja rang kateun jib-eseo jinirago? Tsk!” [They expect me to live in a house with a man?] “Mari andweji!” [that’s insane!] But she was also worried about being the one defeated in this battle. This isn’t Korea, after all. She can only hope her landlord will take her case into consideration. But then this country is among the liberated ones. They may not really mind her complaints and make her decide to take it or leave the place
“What’s wrong? What happened?” Mavie asked, baffled as the man suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and he cried pitifully. Mavie looked at the patient on the bed, there was nothing unusual. His heartbeat was normal, and he looked just the way he used to be a coma patient. “What is going on? Please tell me….” Mavie answered assuringly. Trying to calm her Master to the best of her ability. She was also starting to feel scared because she had never seen this brave man act the way he was at that moment. Judas told her everything that he had seen his grandpa did except the part where he mentioned Mavie as his girl. But as he tried to ask again to show Mavie, the old man on the bed did nothing similar to what Judas was excitedly telling Mavie. “Mister Dinero, it’s me, Mavie. Do you recognize me?” Mavie asked casually, speaking to her patient like she would usually do. But the patient’s eyes did not move like Judas said they did. They tried again. Nothing. “I asked him a few q
As for Mavie, she was actually brave only because she knew some of her Master's men were around to protect her. But she was not going to rely everything on them. She will fight on her own if someone comes trying to bring her down. Mavie admits that her bravery was also because she was more than confident that her Master was not going to let her be bullied other than him. Like Judas would tell her most of the time; "You are my slave. I am your only Master. No one is allowed to order you around other than me. Not even a bully aside from me."So she did not fear to act accordingly, protecting herself when someone tried to intimidate her with violence. But she did not want to let the matter get worse. Mavie tried to deal with what happened in her own way."Mister Ray, please do not tell my Master about what happened today. I don't want him to get mad or worry about me. He already has so much to handle. I do not wish to add to the things that would bother him about me."Mavie begged Ray o
Days went on. Days became weeks. Weeks turned to months, and months became a year. A lot of things happened. Joaquin Dinero, Mavie's patient, passed away in his nap with Judas and Mavie right beside him. His body had seemed to reject the medications, and in Judas' dreams, his grandpa spoke to him that he was too tired and wanted to join his wife in peace. Ever since then, the grandson was torn between the sadness to let his grandpa go, and another sorrow that he was refusing to grant the last, one and only wish the old man seemed to have asked of Judas, the grandson. It was not even a wish done like every ordinary people would do. It was like asking Judas to let his grandfather die. And the way of asking such a wish was through a dream which Judas could not find in his heart to fully believe until he realized that every medical procedure and treatment they tried to provide the old Dinero did not seem to have any positive effect. But, of course, the grandson did not give up. Mav
Mavie did not want to disobey her employer so she ate the oatmeal although she was not a fan of eating it. She had to take some meds to get better very soon so she could do her tasks, and so she did everything her Master had ordered her. The medicine had an effect to make her feel sleepy so even if she did not want to sleep, thinking it was rude when her employer was around, her body was not able to fight against the medicine’s effect. Without her knowing, she had a good sleep and rested, when she woke up, she felt way much better. It was almost like she had never had any cramps earlier that day. “What are you doing?” Judas asked when he heard some noises from the kitchen while he was checking the monitors all around the house, his and his grandpa’s, his business building, and everything that was going on in his operations. By having an eye directly able to see everything in and out of his business establishments, Judas can easily handle problems even when he is afar. “Ahmm, I am s
Just as Judas had ordered, the lady doctor was able to speak with Ray, but the doctor suggested that the patient be brought to the hospital for a proper check-up. “At the clinic, we have everything we might need in order to make sure everything is accurate, unlike when we do it on house calls. It would be best to have her womb checked through an abdominal or vaginal ultrasound.” Ray relayed the message to his boss. Judas was silent for a while. He had to think of a way to keep everything in safety. There were a few things Judas had to consider whatever he might decide to do in his predicament. “Ray, I want you to check who gave me the first call with an unregistered number today. Can we make it quick? I want to bring Mavie to the hospital, but I am worried about leaving grandpa behind,” Judas stated with a dark face. Ray knew that look. As the assistant for the mafia don for quite a while now, he had learned to read between the lines, hear unspoken statements, and read his boss’ m
"Master….?" Mavie called out softly. Mavie was not so sure she was allowed to address the man the way they had agreed. She was confused if their arrangement also applied while she was on work duty or on the weekdays, now that they both realized they were also employee and employer aside from being slave and Master. But calling the man master was not something she felt awkward about at all, so when she noticed the man did not seem to mind her way of addressing him, Mavie continued to ask what she had in her thoughts. "How was the result from the test we did last Sunday with the doctor?" Judas was not sure if this girl was playing a silly game or if she was really unaware of such facts about the human reproductive system. But when he looked at Mavie's frail mien, Judas' gaze lowered and continued to clean his grandpa's teeth and gums with the soft and wet cloth. Just the way he saw on the security surveillance camera how Mavie would do such tasks of keeping the patient feeling fresh
“Master….?” Mavie did not expect to see the man, but instead of surprise, a faint smile was visible on her face. If there was someone Mavie wished to see at the very moment, it was no other than this person. The only person she had been thinking of with so much longing to see again, spend time with, no matter what reasons fate had to bring them together. “Master, is it really you?” Mavie asked again but in a soft whisper. Judas had so many scenes played in his mind of how this moment would turn out to be in reality to have a slight idea; if he cannot be accurate, so he would know how to explain and clarify his identity to Mavie. He had expected her to be surprised, first of all. If not, she should be scared o upset, but among all the possibilities his mind had conceived, Judas was baffled to see an exact opposite to what he had supposed Mavie would have reacted. “I had hoped the names of my slave and the hired carer for my grandpa would be one and the same person,” Judas hid his a
Ray started to check the packaging label of the item. He had a picture from Mavie’s stocks and the products that were on the racks. “They have the same packaging, right?” Ray held the pack and showed it to Judas. “This item is the same as the one in this picture, right, boss?”The cashier was watching the only customers he had in the store in the wee hours of the night; two men, as they chose items on the shelves. The store worker was not confident to walk closer and offer his assistance because he noticed they were on a section he was not very knowledgeable about. He was a man, after all, so he did not know much about sanitary pads. He was confident he could assist them, but only if they wanted to pay for their purchases. Because f they were going to ask anything else about the item, the worker was not ready to answer any questions. But if they still chose to approach him, he would just tell them to check the prints on the packaging. That’s all he could to help. Soon enough, two da
Ray was startled when he noticed his boss got into a car parked right outside the gates. Judas had ordered one of his men to bring a vehicle outside his gates and had its engine started because he would be leaving soon. And it was right where Judas asked it to be when they walked out of his grandpa's house. "Boss…?" Ray called for Judas' attention with hesitations. "What?" Judas asked as he fastened his seatbelt, seated right next to Ray, who was sitting behind the wheels. "I'm going to buy the pads and a serving of warm porridge. You can take your rest. I can handle this," Ray answered cautiously. "I have no doubt you can. I am even amazed you don't seem bothered that you are going to buy such items for a woman. Personal, if I may add," Judas said casually. "I don't think you're that kind of guy…." Judas could not say his words exactly. The Mafia Don was also cautious not to offend Ray's feelings if he happened to be wrong in his thoughts. They do not have much of an age differe