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!”

gingerly placed her phone down on the table and gently touched her

hotel, like sensual lingerie she would be

Hospital thirty minutes later. Cheryl seemed a little

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

in front of the ER unit, holding various gadgets and equipment in their hands. They were reporters and journalists from

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

a minute, Alex. You should put a

a mask. She put it on for Alex and said, “There are a bunch of reporters in front. Some of them are quite shady. We

who are a little emotional.

grabbed his hand and strode

what Alex imagined. The reporters immediately swamped onto them, as a woman in the crowd unexpectedly yanked Cheryl’s