"You might have troubles with hang-over in the morning if you try something stronger than a fruit wine," Denny replied with humor and also honesty. "We have a lot of wine, don't worry about it."He handed her the wine glass as he read what it said on the print."You are my person..." Denny poured the fruit as Trisha held the glass.Then Trisha handed Denny the other wine glass as she read its print."And I'm yours..." mimicking Denny's gesture of pouring the wine for him.They were still standing on their spot by the island table in the kitchen. They clinked their glasses before having a sip of their drinks."Cheers!""Honey, you take the glasses, and I will bring the tray. Let's move to the living room," Denny suggested."Okay," Trisha complied and followed Denny's lead on where to sit on the couches.Silence filled the place when they got seated. Denny opened the conversation."You don't have to say anything if you're not ready, okay?" Trisha nodded with a grateful smile."You can

With their hands filled with bottles of wine and their wine glasses, the two of them crossed the distance from the living room to the bedroom with slight pecks of kisses along the way. They arrived at the room with its door widely open, and since there were only the two of them in the house, they did not bother closing it. Denny sat on the bed close to a side table to secure the bottle of wine he was carrying but kept his hold on the glass in his hand, with his legs to the floor while a hand was leaning for balance on the bed. Trisha went to the bathroom as soon as they arrived at the room. She was to serve her client. She felt the need to freshen up. She placed her wine, bottle, and glass on the flat surface of the lavatory and quickly turned the hot water on the shower."Honey?" Denny called up. He heard the sound of water, but as the noise was closer to Trisha, she must have not heard him calling. He got no answer. He turned the room temperature higher as he worried the temperature

Trisha was obviously intimidated, and the lady, Denny's sister, became even more menacing. Denny felt the offense in Trisha's expression, so he did not wait for her to get to his side. He walked over to comfort her in his embrace and whispered."She's my evil sister. Don't mind her. I got you."Trisha took a deep breath, and what he said indeed comforted her somehow. "Thank you," she whispered back.Denisse Vero was very annoyed at their whisperings. The two were by the bottom of the stairs, with Denny openly overprotecting this young witch. It was unmistakable to see that Denny was years older than the girl. And for Denisse, based on experience from her cheater of a husband, Leo Rossi, this one is another flirtatious courtesan. She was not going to let her little brother get lured by such an insolent bitch and ruin his life. Draining his bank accounts and losing his family or his chance to have a better family.Denny's neighbor, Caroline Winslet, told Denisse about these horrendous

"Wow! I am so proud of myself!" Denny with great enthusiasm, followed by a loud roar of gleeful tee-hee from the two of them. "I really have good eyes on everything!" He was so proud that he bought such goods at reasonable prices and he loved them, all of them!Trisha shook her head in disbelief as she washed everything they used for the meals as well as the ones Denny used to cook while the man of the house was like a kid unwrapping gifts on a Christmas day. "I can see myself in you around fifteen years ago," Trisha teased Denny. "What was that supposed to mean?" Denny's mouth gaped, and his eyes widened in incredulity. He did not want to believe this silly girl in front of him just made it sound like he was being compared to her toddler self. "Do I look like a five-year-old to you?" Denny asked flabbergasted."I don't know if you are aware but, I am just being..." Trisha paused and looked up at the ceiling as if she was thinking deeply. "Shall I tell a lie instead?" She squinted h

Startled to see her tears, Denny leaned over to kiss them away before he claimed her lips. Then he asked."Why sad?" he whispered gently."I'm not..." Trisha replied, smiling softly."Why the tears, then?"Trisha covered her face with her palms and muffled her mouth as she answered. Her timid self surfacing as Denny pointed our her tears. She wasn't sad. Not at all, but she really wished with all her being to be filled and feel that glorious sensation Denny had introduced to her a lot of times already. If it is wrong to feel in such a way, Trisha was guilty, with her heart and soul. Right at the moment, all she wanted was to feel complete, to be one with this gorgeous, dashing man, even if she was aware she was just a service girl and he was his most valued client. "Because I want you inside me so badly, but you won't..." she sounded whining while feeling embarrassed at the same time.Denny chuckled at her response, he felt over the moon, but he did not grant her wishes right away. H