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

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

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

"Ahhhhh... Oh my god... Bianca help...." Asher pretended to be in great pain. He was sure afraid if he let this situation end this way, he wouldn't have the chance to get a hold of her.  Bianca heard him groaning in pain from her side of the door.  "Did I hit a fatal point on him?" she murmured as she pinned her ear on the leaf of the door.  "Bianca, please...?" Asher was sure she was still next to the door, he heard her step towards it, and a faint shadow could be seen as the sun was up and inside her room was bright. He could see her shadow as he was on the floor, almost lying down. He made sure his voice was pitiful to make her come out and hopefully believe him and then help him.  Bianca grabbed her hair in frustration, she didn't want to help

Bianca didn’t have many things to buy, so her list didn’t take long to get done. She stayed seated with Asher at the table, waiting for him to be finished so she could clear the dishes and prepare to go to the supermarket.  “I am going out after I’m done here,” she informed Asher.  “Are you going to the supermarket?” He asked. “I’m going with you,” he added when he saw her nod to his question. “Then you better be ready when I’m done,” she answered. She was thinking about the time she needed to conserve. The way to her work is nearby, but the way to the supermarket is in the opposite direction and farther. She still has some designs to finalize before handing them over to her immediate boss by Monday. “I’ll be quick, wait for me, okay?” he hurriedly went to