The Pinnacle Of Life

Spending the night in a Presidential Suite as an apology? Wasn’t that a thinly-veiled invitation for them to get intimate?

Two more months to their first wedding anniversary, but he had yet to do it.

He could pretend not to bother, but as a man, how long could he keep his act up?

“Sounds good!” Alex replied eagerly. “Should I get us some stuff?”

“Stuff? What do we need?” Dorothy Assex asked coyly.

“Of course! Well, some protection… Or perhaps, there is a, you know, kink you want to try out?”

“I… Uhm… I gotta go. Here’s the address, come quick! I… I love you.” Dorothy’s heart was fluttering madly as she spoke those words, which she had never said before.

Alex almost squealed in joy. He wanted to be at the Landison hotel as quick as his car could take him. However, he promised Cheryl Coney to check in on the patients. “Darling, do you mind waiting for a while? I have some matters to attend at home. I will be there latest, by, say, nine-thirty?”

“Okay!”

her phone down on the table

hotel, like sensual lingerie she

thirty minutes later. Cheryl seemed a little pale

more patients of similar conditions. Things are not looking good for them. Just today, two of the patients stopped breathing

various gadgets and equipment in their hands. They were reporters and journalists from various media companies in California. The exposure of this case attracted plenty of

town and erupted all over social media, with people demanding the urgent arrest

a minute, Alex. You should put a

of reporters in front. Some of them are quite

a little

grabbed his hand and

immediately swamped onto them, as a woman in the