CHAPTER 5

MAVIN:

Finished with my bath, I stepped into my bedroom and pulled on a casual blue top and black trousers.

I walked to my room mirror to comb my short black hair—I never kept a beard. I stared at my neck, sore with finger scratches from my bath. Thelma's doing.

I frowned. Memories flooded back of entering her warmth. Full remembrance hit of what happened between Thelma and me.

I couldn't stop myself no matter how hard I tried. My head ached at the thought. I groaned in annoyance.

"Damn it!" The drug Adam gave me had cleared, but hot flashes and headaches lingered.

I'd warn Adam never to pull that shit again—or follow Grandpa's orders. If he did, I will fire him or jail him.

Adam was 53, loyal for years, called me "boss" to "motivate me, remind me of my rank in City B."

I sighed, finished my perfume, left my bedroom, and went downstairs to take Grandpa to the hospital as promised.

Grandpa smiled the whole time like he'd won a trophy. Neat in his brown garment, he waited. I joined him in the dining room for breakfast.

I sat at the long golden dining table, across from Grandpa. "Grandpa, I'm not happy about what you did last night."

"Why? What did I do wrong, Mavin?" Grandpa's smile beamed on his old face. He knew exactly.

"Didn't you arrange with Adam to send that young lady to me? Why, Grandpa?" Fury boiled—I'd read his will. If I didn't marry by year's end, he'd give his companies and hotels to the poor while alive. Two months left: its October 18.

"Don't ask why, Mavin. She's not ugly. Didn't you like the woman Adam brought? We can find her again—or get another," Grandpa said. He waited for Angela with his herbal tea. I snapped, "No, Grandpa. I don't want her. Never do that again. I won't take it lightly." I warned. He hummed, "Alright."

Angela headed my mansion. I'd bought the luxurious place five years ago at 25.

We'd left the old family house—Grandpa's house too.

"Good morning, boss. What should I serve you?" Angela asked politely after Grandpa's tea.

I sighed, looked from Grandpa to Angela's light-skinned face. She was a middle-aged woman, like most female staff. Younger maids were new; the mansion was huge, spacious with many rooms.

"Just tea and bread. Make it fast—we're late." I glanced at the dining room wall clock: 9 a.m.

Grandpa's treatment was at 10. I waited as Angela served my breakfast.

Finished with tea at the table, I stood, escorted Grandpa to my car. He took the back seat. I shut the door and hopped into the driver's seat.

I started the engine and drove from the premises through the city. I pulled into Saint Peter Hospital's lot in City B and parked.

I stepped out, opened Grandpa's door, helped him down. We entered the lobby.

My mind fixated on the pretty light-skinned lady I'd fụcked last night.

Her soft body had made me harder. In the OPD, every pretty light-skinned blonde made my heart skip—thinking it was Thelma.

"Oh!" I grimaced. Grandpa eyed me. "What's wrong, Mavin? Still thinking about that young lady?"

"No, Grandpa," I said coldly. We sat in the OPD waiting room.

I pulled out my phone, unlocked it, and called my office assistant, Henry Black.

"Hello, boss," Henry answered on the second ring.

"Tell Mrs. Tonia Briggs I won't make it to the office on time. I'm at the hospital with Grandpa. Reschedule noon client meetings. Handle the rest."

"Alright, boss. Anything else?"

"No." I hung up. Henry managed in my absence.

I waited for the queue to shorten, Grandpa's turn to come.

We entered the doctor's office.

Grandpa was 75 but walked without a cane—still mischievous.

"Good morning, Mr. White," Doctor Amari Hanks smiled. Grandpa's favorite.

He loved women treating him. "How are you today, Grandpa Charlie White?"

"I'm good, Doc," Grandpa smiled. I sat silent beside him, mind replaying last night with Thelma.

Adam hadn't paid her—I felt guilty recalling the nasty things I'd done while fụcking her.

That drug hit hard. I needed to find Thelma fast, pay her off, ease the guilt.

"Are you feeling fine today, Mr. Mavin?" Doctor Amari asked me. She loved calling me by my name instead.

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

"But you're sweating so much, despite the air conditioning being on in my office. And sometimes it's good to do a bodily checkup on yourself, and not wait until your body totally collapses before you do a checkup." Doctor Amari advised me politely, and I replied, "Okay. I will put that into consideration, but not today, as I didn't plan to do any checkup, and I have a business meeting to attend to at 12 p.m."

I was still feeling pain, but I didn't want to be confined to a 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."

Dr. Amari was a married woman, yet she still had a flirtatious tongue that irritated me the most. She was a young lady, and a horny doctor by her looks.

It was so clearly written all over her face and her body movements, and with the way her big brown eyes shone seductively at me, like a happy puppy.

At least now I understood better why she had so many sick patients waiting outside her office door to see her, in the queue.

Even those who were not truly sick would love to visit her hospital and have her touch their skin.

I guessed that's why my grandpa always loved to visit her hospital. The hospital belonged to her family, and it had been passed down to her as her inheritance. It was an enormous building.

I heard she was happily married, and I'm sure Grandpa would have been wishing that Doctor Amari was a single young lady, so he could propose to her on my behalf.

But I didn't like her, and only tolerated her flirtatious face and tongue because of my grandpa—and the fact she was now my family doctor.

"Grandpa, you look so happy today. What's the good news about?" Doctor Amari finally asked.

Grandpa smiled too. She was done checking Grandpa's vital signs, and Grandpa smiled at her and replied, "I'm just happy to meet with you today, Doc."

"Alright," Doctor Amari blushed, and her big brown eyes shone again, reminding me of the big blue-eyed lady that I had slept with the previous night.

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

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