Denise ran his left hand on her long gold hair and reciprocated. Afterward, he picked a piece of the Vanilla Fudge that John just served and presented it to her.
“Take your Vanilla Fudge,” he said and she took it
“Thank you, Hubby,” she appreciated him.
“You are welcome,” he looked into her eyes and said.
He watched her eating it happily and complimented her, “You are the best, Wifey.”
She giggled and admired his lovely face.
At Arthur’s House
After Nichole’s call with Olivia and Denise, she settled down to watch the television with her husband.
Then she called out, “Hubby.”
“Yes, dear,” he turned his eyes away from the television, looked at her and answered.
“When will you book a flight for our trip on Friday?”
“Yes. That reminds me. I will get Louis to do that after dinner.”
“It is all right.”
Soon, the chef announced, “Dinner is ready, Boss.”
“It is okay, thank you,” he appreciated him and they moved over to the dining table at once.
At Seven Oaks – Louis’ Apartment
He was having dinner joyously with Dr. Quain and his family. Their seven-year-old daughter, Jackie, was with them.
Afterward, they commended his chef, “You have a wonderful chef. Thank you for the sumptuous meal,” Dr. Quain said.
“You are welcome,” he responded happily.
“Thank you, Mr. Bailey, for the meal. It was so delicious,” their daughter appreciated him as well.
“Oh, Jackie! I am happy you love it.”
“You made my evening, Mr. Bailey. Thank you so much,” Mrs. Quain appreciated him as well.
They stayed with him and at 8:30 PM, Dr. Quain announced their departure, “We beg to leave, Mr. Bailey.”
“I see. Thank you for coming. I cherish your company.”
“You are welcome. I hope we do this again very soon.”
“We will do that again very soon,” he assured him.
Then, he walked them to their car and watched them as they drove off before he returned to his apartment.
However, his parents were just off the dinner table too and he got his father’s call.
He picked up the call and greeted him, “Hello, Father. It is a pleasure hearing from you.”
“Hello, Louis. You sound so happy. What is the secret?”
Louis simpered and was happy with himself. His father’s observation was not an exaggeration.
“Am I? I just hosted a dinner for Dr. Quain and his family. They just left.”
“That is a good one. It proves that you have a good Boss/staff relationship with your workers. I am proud of you.”
Now, Louis’ eyes were wet. He walked to his room immediately to avoid his domestic staff members seeing the tears that would flow from his eyes at any moment. He managed to give raucous laughter to conceal his heavy heart.
“Thank you, Father, for the compliment. I am elated that I make you happy. How is mom?”
“Your mom is fine. By the way. I called to ask you to book a flight to Cairo for us. We are traveling on Friday afternoon.”
“Consider it done, Father.”
“Thank you. One more thing, Son.”
“Yes, Father.”
“We will appreciate it if you can book that hotel suite you lodged in, possibly your room, for us.”
“It is okay, Father. I will get back to you. How many days are we looking at?”
“We will come back upper Sunday.”
“That is nine days.”
“Yes.”
“It’s okay, Father.”
“Thank you, Son. Good night.”
“Good night, Father.”
After the call, he fought back the tears that had gathered in his eyes.
‘I must be strong for the people who love me so much,’ he declared and took a deep breath.
He smiled when he remembered the day his parents visited him in Cairo.
‘Mom had not cried for a long time, but she wept that day because of me. Where did they sleep? I remember that I slept on the bed in the bedroom peacefully. Did they sleep in the parlor and on the couch just because of me? What a sacrifice.’
In appreciation, he quickly drafted a love message for his parents.
(To the best parents in the world. I wish to thank you for taking the pain to inconvenience yourselves that night at the hotel in Cairo because of me. I will always remember that. Not only that, I wish you a blissful married life. Likewise, I am proud to be your son. I love you. Louis.)
He sent the message before he went ahead and made the bookings.
At The Bailey Native Home.
After the call, Arthur and his wife were happy to hear that their son of twenty-four years was managing an entire branch successfully and having a cordial relationship with the staff members who were older than he was.
“I am proud of him too. Since he began to head the branch, he had recorded a massive success.” Nichole supported her husband.
Subsequently, Arthur did some work with his system while Nichole watched her favorite television program.
“Hubby, you need to rest. It is late. You can continue tomorrow.”
Arthur looked at the time when he heard his wife’s advice and exclaimed, “Wow! It is 10 PM. You can go to sleep. I will join you soon.”
She disliked the idea of going to bed without him but did not wish to protest. To get his attention, she got up from the couch and walked towards the wardrobe. Then, she stripped naked and applied her cologne and white powder. Likewise, she deliberately dropped the plastic powder container on the floor and whimpered, “Oh gosh!”
Now, Arthur looked away from his laptop and saw his wife completely naked. She squatted to pick up her stuff and threw her two legs apart, which made her honeypot to be exposed.
“Sorry, I distracted you,” she apologized,
All the same, she continued searching for her lingerie, which was visibly in front of her. Then, she felt heavy hands on her shoulders and heard a warm and inviting voice as though she was hearing it for the first time.
“You are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. I wish to take you now and always.”
‘It worked,’ she said to herself.
She attempted to turn and face him, but he stopped her by kissing her neck and ear and caressing her nipples with his two hands. Suddenly, a sweet sensation erupted throughout her body and her heart rate spiked up.
Then, he buried his face in her neck and whispered, “You are mine, I love you.”