Lanceil spaced out while sitting in front of his desk. The conversation he had with Agatha in the hospital kept replaying in his mind again and again. “Sir Lanceil? Is that you?” With heavy eyelids, Agatha forced her eyes open, and she tilted her head to him. “You’re awake,” Lanceil greeted while sitting next to her bed. “Where am I?” “Inside your room. The woman next door said that you fell unconscious on your way to the condominium.” “The creepy woman next door?” “Creepy?” Now that Agatha brought that, Lanceil would agree that their neighbor looked creepy. “I want water,” Agatha begged. The strained expression on Lanceil’s face loosened as he looked back at Agatha. “Wait a minute. I’ll get you a water.” He stood up and poured water into a glass. He helped Agatha sit up and then he handed her a glass of water. “I feel so dizzy,” Agatha breathed after taking a sip. “You will. The doctor said that you’ll feel dizzy. So, lie down again.” Agatha shut her eyes and
When Lanceil went back to his condominium, neither Agatha nor Vincent was home. He felt glad because he didn’t know how to face Agatha, or if Agatha could remember their conversation. ‘Since I am alone, maybe I can…’ he had an impure idea. Lanceil went to the bathroom. He took off his clothes and threw himself into the bathtub filled with warm water. As he closed his eyes, Lanceil recalled Agatha’s words. [“You’re a very clean person. Even though you’re still a young healthy man, it seems you are not interested in such things. Masturbating.”]“Shit.”He’s getting hard just by recalling her voice and her words. Lanceil looked at his er*ct manhood and spit out swear words over and over again. He then recalled the day he saw Agatha’s p*nty by accident. “Ahhh, Agatha,” he called his name. “Ha….”Lanceil’s hand touched his p*llar and it moved rapidly.“You don’t know what’s in my mind, Agatha,” he whispered. Every time the slippery wet pillar was rubbed by the rough hands, the strai
As soon as Vincent entered his friend’s house, he heard a piercing shout for him. “Agatha pooped in my shoes!” his friend complained. He was referring to the stray cat from the street that Vincent took and brought to his friend’s house.Weirdly, when Vincent heard that the cat, which was named after his brother’s maid, he had an odd image of the real human Agatha pooping in the shoes.“Pfft…!” Vincent laughed, which annoyed his friend even more. “Do you think it’s funny?”Wiping his wet eyes, Vincent answered, “Yeah.”“HA HA HA,” Jackson gave him an excessive laugh before he pointed to the cat, that aws biting and scratching the sofa. “That’s funny?”Vincent was ignorant and said, “Why? She’s cute.” “Cute my ass! I bought my shoes for $500! And the CUTE LITTLE FELLA, pooped in my shoes!” “That’s not expensive. My shoes are $2000.”“Vincent, you bastard….!”“Fuck. You are so noisy.” Vincent shook his ear with his forefinger. “Don’t you feel guilty for shouting at me when I was a
“Finally. I met you,” Agatha said to Brett, who appeared after ruining her date with Lanceil in the orphanage. “Did you miss me so bad?” Brett asked, laughing. Agatha rolled her eyes. It’s not that she missed him. She was annoyed that Brett didn’t explain anything to her after he suddenly appeared in the orphanage. “We have a lot to talk, Master,” Agatha said. “Save it later. It’s holiday.” “What?” Agatha knows that today is a holiday. But wasn’t Brett interested in hearing reports about her mission? ‘He looks so desperate when he came to the orphanage!’ Agatha complained in her head. “Didn’t you call me to hear my reports?” “I will hear that later. For now, I am giving you a day off.” “Which part of this is my day off?” she said, raising one of her brows. “Because we’re going out to relax!” He announced, opening his arms widely.Agatha blinked apathetically, which, entertained Brett even more. He must be having so much fun annoying her and seeing her bored face right afte
Brett brought Agatha to a luxurious restaurant after visiting the large aquarium. Sitting inside the restaurant, Agatha looked at the grilled whole fish on her plate, before she diverted her eyes to the smiling Brett.“I thought you were hungry. So, what are you waiting for? Dig in,” offered Brett, while pointing to the food he ordered.At their table, there are filler-free crab cakes, grilled sushi-style octopus, firm, meaty Fagri, a Greek pink snapper, flaky, ivory Turbot, and a crisp mix of paper-thin fried zucchini, eggplant, and cheese.“Master,” she called with a sigh.“Yes?” “We just visited an aquarium. Right?” “We did.” “Then, why did you bring me to a restaurant that offers fish and seafood?” Agatha thought that it didn’t make sense that they are going to eat fish and seafood after sightseeing at the aquarium. It just feels so wrong.The mystery, however, was solved by Brett’s next response. “It’s your fault,” he blamed.“My fault?”“You wanted to be a fish, so I sudden
Vincent brought a citrus canned juice. He was planning to give it to Agatha, even though their relationship was bad. ‘I’ll throw this to that idiot maid,’ he said to himself while opening the door of the condo.He walked toward her room and was about to knock on the door, but Vincent hesitated. ‘What would I say?’ he asked himself. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to give it to her because he felt guilty. There were times when he purposely made Agatha’s job as a maid very difficult. To tease her, he deliberately spilled the milk in the kitchen. Not only that, but he also even stained his und*rgarments and the bed sheets with his sem*n, because he knew she’d be too embarrassed to wash those.So, when Agatha fell sick, Vincent blamed himself. He looked at the juice in his hand. He heard footsteps coming closer, so he dropped the juice and then walked out of the condo. When he reached outside, Vincent realized why he bought the juice for Agatha. ‘I am getting interested in her i
Sebastian and I went to the coffee shop near the condominium building. Wordlessly sitting in front of him, I looked at the citrus juice that Sebastian ordered for me. ‘There must be an issue about citrus juice.’ “I heard about you and Mikhail.” I lifted my eyes to Sebastian, who spoke after being quiet for a long time. “The two of you broke up,” he said. I took a sip of the juice. When I placed the glass on the table, I replied to him. “I am sure that’s not the only thing you heard about me,” I said, “Yes. Mikhail and I broke up. My dad was arrested for tax evasion. We lost the authority to run the company. We had debts to pay, and we sold our house. Then, my father died. Now, I am broke.” My best friend looked into my eyes with parted lips. Sebastian heard all of this. I am certain of that. “And you… disappeared,” Sebastian added while looking empathetically at me. “Why did you do that, Agatha?”“Do what?” “Suddenly disappearing in my life. I tried so hard to look for you.
Money was God to Adam. He didn’t care when everyone called him the villain, because they had no idea what he had gone through before reaching his position. To escape from poverty, Adam became a violent and ruthless businessman. He really believed he would not change. "Please! I'll pay you soon! Please, Sir! Don't do this to me," the old lady begged Adam while she was on her knees.Her hands, covered with wrinkled skins that witnessed decades, grabbed the hemline of Adam’s pants. When she bowed down, big droplets of tears fell on the ground.“I beg you, please,” she pleaded, crying in her throaty voice.Usually, Adam would not feel empathy toward borrowers who failed to pay their debts. However, he could not stop thinking about what happened yesterday in the coffee shop. Yesterday, Adam went to a coffee shop to meet a business partner. While waiting, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. He tilted his head and saw Agatha talking with a friend.[“I am sure that’s not the only thing you