CHAPTER 5

Mavin,

After my bath, I stepped out to my bedroom and wore a casual blue top and black trousers.

I walked towards my mirror to comb my short, black hair, as I didn't keep a beard, and I stared at my neck, feeling sore and seeing finger-scratched marks around it. I knew they were Thelma's doing.

I frowned, and my mind remembered the moment I had entered her warmth. I was beginning to have a full recollection of what had happened between Thelma and me.

I couldn't bring myself to stop the previous night, no matter how I tried, and my head ached at the remembrance as I groaned out in annoyance.

"Damn it!" As much as the medicine or whatever drug Sir Adam had given me had cleared, I was still having a headache.

I thought to warn Sir Adam again never to try such nonsense on me or follow my grandfather's orders, unless he wanted to be fired and dealt with by being thrown in jail.

Sir Adam is a 53-year-old man who has been with me for a long time, and he likes calling me "boss" to motivate me and remind me of my rank and who I am in City B.

I sighed and walked away from my mirror, finishing applying my perfume before leaving my bedroom and going downstairs to accompany my grandfather to the hospital as promised.

Grandpa was smiling throughout, as if he had won a trophy. He was already neatly dressed in a brown garment, and I walked towards the dining room to have breakfast with him.

I took my seat at the long, golden dining table, settling in a chair across from my grandfather, and told him, "Grandpa, I'm not happy with what you did earlier last night."

"Why, what did I do wrong, Mavin?" Grandpa's smile was still bright on his old face, and I knew he knew exactly what he had done.

"Wasn't it you who arranged with Sir Adam to send that young lady to me last night? Why, Grandpa?" I was very angry to say that, as I had gone through my grandfather's will, and he stated that if I didn't marry before the year ends, he would give his company and hotel to the poor, now that he was still alive. And I only had two months left before the year ended, as the day was October 18th.

"Don't ask me why, Mavin. And it's not like she's ugly. Or don't you like the young woman Adam brought to you last night? We can search for her again and bring her back to you, if you want her or look for another woman for you," Grandpa said as he waited for Angela to come out of the kitchen with his herbal tea. But I replied, "No, Grandpa... I don't need her again. And don't ever try to do that with me again. I won't take it lightly."

I slightly warned my grandfather, and he hummed, "Hmm..."

Angela, the head maid in my mansion, which I had bought five years ago when I turned 24, stepped out.

"Good morning, boss. What should I serve you this morning?" Angela politely asked me as she finished serving Grandpa his herbal tea, the way he liked it.

I sighed and looked away from my grandfather's face to stare at Angela's yellow face. She was a middle-aged woman, and most of the female staff working in my mansion were middle-aged, except for the younger maids recently employed, whom I wasn't so familiar with, as my mansion was very big with many rooms.

"Just tea and bread. Make it fast, as we're already running late," I told Angela, looking away from her to the dining room wall clock. It was already 9 a.m.

I sighed again, knowing my grandfather's treatment time was around 10 a.m. with his doctor, and I waited for Angela to serve my breakfast.

After my tea, with Grandpa at the dining table, I stood up and escorted him outside to my car, sitting him in the backseat before shutting the door and hopping into the driver's seat.

I started the car engine and drove out from my premises, arriving at the magnificent Saint Peter Hospital in City B. I parked my car in the hospital parking lot and stepped down, walking to the second-side door to assist Grandpa in stepping down as we walked into the hospital lobby.

My mind kept thinking about the pretty, yellow-skinned lady I had slept with the previous night. The way her body was so soft and made me harder. Whenever I glanced at any pretty, yellow-skinned lady with blonde hair in the outpatient department, my mind would skip a beat, thinking the blonde lady was Thelma.

"Oh, oh!" I grimaced, and Grandpa stared at my face, asking, "What's the matter with you, Mavin? Are you still thinking about the young lady again?"

"No, Grandpa," I replied coldly, and we walked to sit on a chair in the outpatient waiting room.

I took out my phone and unlocked the screen, immediately placing a call to my office assistant, Henry Black.

"Hello, Boss," Henry spoke as soon as the call connected, answering on the second ring.

"Inform Mrs. Tonia Briggs that I won't be arriving at the office on time today, as I went to the hospital with Grandpa. She should reschedule most of my business meetings with the top clients at noon, while you can attend to the rest arriving," I let Henry know, as he was my trusted assistant, helping me monitor all my company activities in my absence.

"Alright, boss. Anything else?" Henry asked, and I replied, "No, that's all."

I ended the call and continued to sit, waiting for the queue to reduce and for it to be Grandpa's turn.

Soon, we stood up from the guest seats and walked into the doctor's office.

Grandpa, at 75 years old, could still walk without a cane and was mischievous in nature.

"Good morning, Mr. White," Doctor Amari Hanks smiled at us. She was Grandpa's favorite doctor.

Grandpa loved having women treat him and touch him, and Doctor Amari asked, "How are you feeling today, Grandpa Charlie White?"

"I'm good, Doc," Grandpa replied with a smile, but I remained silent, sitting beside him on the guest chair, my mind preoccupied with new memories of the previous night with Thelma.

With the fact that Sir Adam had told me he didn't pay Thelma off, I felt guilty as I kept remembering the nasty things I had done to her body when making love.

I couldn't believe the strong effect the drug Sir Adam had given me would have. I really needed to find Thelma quickly to pay her off for the night we spent together and stop feeling guilty about my actions with her.

"Are you feeling fine today, Mr. Mavin?" Doctor Amari asked me, as she liked calling me by my name.

I met her big, brown eyes staring at me and replied, "Yes, I'm fine, Doc... Attend to my grandfather first, as I'm not a patient."

"But you're sweating a lot, despite the air conditioning in my office. And sometimes, it's good to do a body checkup on yourself, not wait until your body totally collapses before you do one," Doctor Amari advised politely, and I replied, "Okay, I'll consider it, but not today, as I didn't plan to do any checkup and have a business meeting to attend by 12 p.m."

I was still in pain, but I didn't want to be confined in the hospital bed.

Doctor Amari smiled sadly and said, "Hmm, it's just friendly advice, Mr. Mavin. But I can run a quick checkup on you if you want it fast."

"No, need," I replied.

Doctor Amari was a married woman, yet she still had a flirtatious tongue that irritated me the most. It was clearly written all over her face and body language, the way her big, brown eyes shone seductively at me like a happy puppy.

Now I understood better why she had so many sick patients waiting outside her office to see her. Even those who weren't truly sick would love to visit her hospital and have her touch their skin.

I guessed that's why my Grandpa also always loved visiting her hospital, as it belonged to her family and had been passed down as her inheritance, being an enormous building.

I heard she was happily married, and I'm sure Grandpa would have wished Doctor Amari was a single young lady so he could propose to her on my behalf. But I didn't like her, only tolerating her flirtatious face and tongue because of my Grandpa and the fact that she's now my family doctor.

"Grandpa, you look so happy today. What's the good news?" Doctor Amari asked Grandpa, as she finished checking his vital signs. Grandpa smiled at her and replied, "I'm just happy to meet with you today, Doc."

"Mm," Doctor Amari blushed, her big, brown eyes shining again, reminding me of the big, blue eyes of the lady I had slept with.

"That's good to hear, Grandpa. I've written out some of your new medication, and you can meet the nurses on duty to pick it up before you leave. Thank you for visiting us today, Grandpa," Doctor Amari said as we stood up to leave her office.

"Thanks," Grandpa replied, but I didn't say a word as I finally exited the office with Grandpa. We went home shortly after collecting Grandpa's medicine from the hospital pharmacy.