"What?! Can you say it again? Who?" Glenna's words rambled. Her questions came out one after another. She heard what the manager said, but her brain wouldn't process it. As if by doing so, the name would eventually change. Glenna felt her heart leap. It showed on her face though she was trying to conceal it. The dreadful sting of the possibility that she may have heard the name she feared it to be was starting to overwhelm her.Sandra frowned. She was trying to hide her smile, so she glared at the girl in front of her. "I don't know which of your questions to answer first," Sandra held her glass to have a drink of her vodka. To Glenna, Sandra was also bothered. The situation turned out to offend a VIP, and Sandra is not one to take such mistakes lightly."Did you say, Denny Vero?" Glenna's face turned pale with shock and fear."Yes!" Sandra answered with disdain."The Denny Vero that I know?" Glenna clarified."Is there any other Denny Vero among our clients here?" Sandra scoffed.
"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