All Chapters of My Janitor's Whisper of Love : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Since they were out, I was free to walk around the house. I got to the parlor and sat down. Milo was not excited to see me. I gave him a hateful look and concentrated on the furniture in the parlor. "Dirty people. Why can't they wash the curtains?" I cursed them again.Now, to make my wife die faster, I decided to be mischievous."I can take away her drugs if she has any. She would be frustrated and more depressed if she could not buy another one due to lack of funds," I mused, rising with a silly grin.I was heading to her room confidently when Milo yapped and growled at me. It occurred to me that he had been lying on my wife's door probably protecting it from the enemies."I am not an enemy," I said to myself and inched further.Now, apart from growling, he barred his teeth in readiness to attack me. I was shocked to see such hostility."Milo," I called out, hoping to win his friendship, but he ignored me, flattened his ears, and lowered his head."I'm alone in my house. Everyone h

They obeyed and got into the back seat. Celestine got behind the wheel while I sat in the passenger's seat. Without hesitation, we moved at 9:05 AM while the girls continued to wait.We drove in silence until we got to the airport. Celestine stopped at the car park and the soldiers helped us to get our luggage out of the trunk. Then, we joined Philip, my driver, and the youths in the lobby."You will return with the cars," I informed the soldiers."It's okay, My Prince," they responded simultaneously.My driver took them to where he parked his car and they returned to wait for us to leave. The soldiers thought that they were on the right assignment and suspected nothing.A few minutes before 10 AM, our departure was announced and we stood up. The soldiers were touched like a child whose mother was embarking on a trip."We will miss you," they informed us.I smiled and responded, "We will miss you as well, but we will keep in touch.""We got it. Safe trip," they said cheerily."Thank

"You are doing well," I complimented them.I smiled within me when I saw nervousness on their faces."Thank you for the compliment, President," they responded, almost mumbling.Meanwhile, some workers were panicking and afraid that I may singled them out for critics. To Their relief, I walked on."Thank you, manager. Keep it up," I praised the field manager.He leaped in excitement and responded, "Thank you, President. I promise to do more."We returned to the complex afterward and I settled down in my office. I rested my back on the chair and my stomach wobbled in hunger. The thought of lunch reminded me of Johnson. I quickly looked at my phone to see if he called back or sent a message but I got none. I got up from my chair and paced the office like a caged panther. Then I collapsed onto the sofa with a theatrical groan, pressing the back of my hand to my forehead as though I was struck by a sudden fever. "He didn’t call me again. Not even a text!" I wailed to no one in particular

She was aware that our relationship was just business and no syringes attached. With my words, she melted."Huh! Penetrate me deeper, Mark. Only you know exactly how to touch my soul," she cried out in ecstasy and positioned herself for deeper penetration.Within the stipulated time, I was through and left an indelible memory with her."Thank you, Mark. You’ve mastered the art of driving me wild," she appreciated me and began to dress up."I'm happy that you love it and I wish to be with you always," I responded and began to dress up.She kissed my temple and asked me," What is stopping you?"I showed sadness and she was curious to hear my problem."One of my clients who works in the Mayor's office is threatening to report me to your husband," I said with a heavy heart.She was shocked to hear that and screamed, "What? Why me?""She noticed that I preferred you to her. Why will I not when you give me the satisfaction I need."With my compliments and the pleasurable time I had just giv

Nevertheless, I pulled off my jacket, hung it on the headrest of my swivel chair, and sat down. I picked up my phone to read my message and was tensed up. Seeing the sender’s name on my screen ignited a fresh wave of fury. I stared at my device for as long as I could remember and felt like crushing the notification."How dare he reach out to me again as if I had just been waiting to hear from him?" I mumbled grudgingly and tapped the message to see what he had to say. Johnson's message blindfolded his reasoning, making risks seem worth taking and chasing after me harmless.(Hello, Reuben. I believe you are missing me as much as I miss you. I had put every misunderstanding behind me and I am happy to know that you have done the same thing. Today's lunch was incomplete without you and I look forward to a beautiful tomorrow. In case you don't know, lunch hour quickie is a slang term I use when referring to a brief, intimate sexual encounter that takes place in my office during a lunch b