5

Mavin,

I stepped out of my bedroom and dressed in a casual blue top and black pants. I walked over to the mirror to comb my short black hair.

I felt a sore and scratches on my neck from when I was taking a bath. I noticed finger scratch marks on my skin.

Frowning, my mind flashed back to the moment I had been with her.

I couldn't bring myself to stop. I held my head to ease the pain from the memory.

Even though the medicine had helped, I still had a headache. I thought about giving Adam and the rest of the staff a serious warning.

Adam Howard, a 53-year-old man who had been with me for a long time, liked to call me boss.

He said he called me boss "to motivate me and remind me of who I am and my rank in City B."

I sighed as I finally walked away from the mirror. After applying my perfume, I left my room and went downstairs to accompany my grandfather to the hospital, as promised.

Grandpa was smiling like he had won a trophy, neatly dressed in a brown garment. As I took my seat in the dining room across from him, I told him, "Grandpa, I'm not happy with what you did last night."

"What did I do wrong?" Grandpa's smile remained bright, and I knew he knew exactly what he did.

"Are you not the one who arranged and sent that lady to me? Why?" I was angry, having read his will that stated if I didn't get married before the year ends, he would give away his company and hotel while he was still alive.

We have just two months left to the year end. The day, October 18th.

"Don't ask me why, Mavin. It's not like you don't sleep with women. Do you not like the woman that Adam brought to you yesterday? We can search for her and bring her back," Grandpa said, waiting for Angela to step out of the kitchen with his herbal tea.

"No. I don't need her, and don't try to do that to me again," I warned him sternly. Grandpa hummed in response.

Angela, the head maid in our home, served in our luxurious mansion that belonged to me.

I built it five years ago when I turned 30. We moved from the old family house, which had been our ancestral home and also Grandpa's house.

"Good morning, boss. What would you like me to serve you?" Angela politely asked me after she had served Grandpa his tea, while I looked at her middle-aged yellow face.

Most of the staff working in my mansion were older, except for the younger maids who were recently employed, whom I was not familiar with due to the large size of the mansion.

"Just tea and bread, and make it quick, as we're already running late," I replied.

Glancing at the dining room wall clock, I saw that it was already 9 am.

I sighed, knowing that Grandpa's treatment with his doctor was scheduled for around 10 am. I waited for Angela to serve my breakfast.

After finishing my tea with Grandpa at the dining table, I got up, escorted Grandpa to my car, and drove him to town.

We arrived at the magnificent Saint Peter Hospital in City B, and I helped Grandpa inside.

My mind kept wandering to the blonde beauty. Whenever I saw a lady with blonde hair, my mind would freeze, mistaking her for the blonde lady.

"Oh no," I grimaced. Grandpa noticed and asked, "What's wrong, son? Are you still thinking about her?"

"No, Grandpa," I replied as I led him to the OPD waiting room.

Taking out my phone, I called my office assistant, Henry Black.

"Hello, boss," Henry greeted me.

"Please let Mrs. Tonia Briggs know that I won't be arriving at the office on time," I informed him. Henry, my office assistant, helped me manage the company activities in my absence.

"Understood, boss," Henry replied before I ended the call. I sat waiting for the queue to decrease before it was Grandpa's turn.

As soon as it was, we went into the doctor's office. Despite being 85 years old, Grandpa could still walk without a walking stick and remained mischievous.

"Good morning, Mr. White," Doctor Amari Hanks greeted us with a smile, Grandpa's favorite doctor.

Grandpa preferred female doctors. She asked Grandpa how he was feeling that day.

"Good," Grandpa answered shortly, while I sat silently, my mind still preoccupied with thoughts of the lady from the previous night.

Feeling guilty after Adam had mentioned not paying her, I couldn't shake off the memory of the things I had done to her.

The effect of the drug that was given to me was unexpected, and I felt the urge to find the lady, settle things, and pay her to rid myself of the guilt.

"Are you feeling alright today, Mr. Mavin?" Doctor Amari addressed me by my first name. I met her big brown eyes, saying, "Yes. Please attend to my grandpa first as I'm not a patient."

"You're sweating despite the air conditioning, and it's advisable to have a checkup occasionally before your health deteriorates further," Doctor Amari suggested politely.

"I'll consider that another time, not today. I have a business meeting at 12 pm," I replied despite still feeling discomfort.

"Just a friendly suggestion, Mr. Mavin. I can quickly check on you if you'd like," Doctor Amari offered with a smile, despite being a married woman, her flirtatious manner irritated me.

Even if she was married, her flirtatious demeanor never wavered. Her big brown eyes sparkled like a happy puppy.

I understood why she had a lot of patients, as even those not sick would visit her hospital just to have her touch them.

It seemed Grandpa appreciated visiting her hospital since it had been in her family for generations. However, I didn't like Doctor Amari and only tolerated her because of Grandpa.

"Grandpa, you seem very happy today. What's the good news?" Doctor Amari asked him with a smile after checking his vital signs. Grandpa replied, "I'm happy to see you today."

Doctor Amari blushed, and her eyes sparkled again. I remembered the big blue eyes I had seen earlier. She said, "That's great. I've written down your medications, and you can get them from the nurses before you leave. Thank you for coming today, Grandpa," before we left her office. 

"Thank you," Grandpa replied. I didn't say anything as I walked out of her office with Grandpa. We stopped at the hospital pharmacy and collected Grandpa's medication before going home in my car.