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!”

phone down on the

immediately began packing for the night’s stay at the hotel, like sensual lingerie she

arrived at Premier Hospital thirty minutes later. Cheryl seemed a little pale and

patients of similar conditions. Things are

of the ER unit, holding 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 attention and became the headline of several news

and erupted all over social media, with people demanding

Alex. You

bunch of reporters in front. Some of them are quite shady. We don’t want to get tangled in their questioning. Also, we have

who are a

hand and strode

was worse than what Alex imagined. The reporters immediately swamped onto them, as a woman in the crowd unexpectedly