Jaime

Shadows of confusion

Doctor Ammy was always checking on Doctor Frank. Well, I can’t blame her, Jaime thought bitterly. I also can’t blame Doctor Frank. Doctor Ammy is a charming lady with a graceful shape… God can really create.

As she stepped out of the hospital building, she realized it was already late.

“Hey babe,” Jaime called out to Karl the moment she spotted her.

“Hey, how was today?” Karl asked warmly, her voice carrying a gentle melody that always soothed Jaime.

“You won’t believe…” Jaime sighed, then poured out everything that had happened,the doctors, the atmosphere, and even the strange pull she felt around them.

Karl’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Jaime… you’re so funny.”

How is this funny” Jaime shot back, her tone a mix of anger and confusion, her brows knitting together.

Karl giggled softly, her eyes glimmering. “Don’t you know how beautiful you are? I always tell you, you look like the daughter of a queen, a princess born to her own kingdom. You’re charming, Jaime.” Her voice held a rare seriousness that made Jaime’s heart skip.

Jaime froze, her breath caught in her chest. I never thought she’d say this. I never liked people telling me I’m beautiful… but Karl, Her chest tightened, and her lips parted slightly.

“I know you’ll want to brush it off, but it’s true,” Karl said more firmly, stepping closer. “You’re smart, and you’re beautiful.”

“Thanks, Karl. I really had problems growing up,” Jaime whispered, her voice trembling. “Not knowing my parents, not knowing who I am, not even knowing how beautiful I truly am. But now…” she swallowed hard, blinking back the sting of tears, “I’m happy to have you as my friend. We understand each other.”

Karl pulled her into a warm embrace. For a moment, the world outside seemed to fall silent, leaving only the comfort of their bond.

“If we don’t take taxi, we’ll end up developing hard foot,” Karl teased with a soft laugh.

“Yeah…” Jaime replied as they waited a taxi

Cling!

The sharp buzz of her phone broke the quiet of her apartment later that night. Jaime rushed to pick it up. Her breath hitched when she saw the name glowing on the screen.

Doctor Frank.

Her eyes widened. She whispered loudly to herself, “What does he want from me?”

The message read:

Frank: Hey damsel… Just checking on you.

Her fingers trembled as she typed back:

Jaime: Good day, sir. I’m doing good. What about you?

The reply came almost immediately.

Frank: Delighted to hear you are doing great.

Jaime pressed a smiley face with a happy heart, her pulse racing faster than

she could admit.

Her phone buzzed again, the vibration echoing through the quiet room. Jaime picked it up, her heart thumping as Frank’s name lit up the screen.

Frank: Since we are not needed tomorrow at the hospital, can we have a date?

Jaime froze. A date? With him? Her chest tightened, a thousand thoughts fighting for space in her head. She typed slowly.

Jaime: I’m not sure yet…

Almost instantly, his reply arrived.

Frank: Why not just say yes? It would be delightful.

Her palms grew clammy. She stared at the screen, chewing her bottom lip.

Jaime: Hmm…

Frank: Give me an answer, Jai.

Her breath hitched. The way he called her Jai made her feel exposed, like he could see through her hesitation. Her thumb trembled as she typed.

Jaime: Okay… tomorrow it is.

Her pulse raced when the next message arrived.

Frank: Thanks. We should meet at Star Hotel. Ask the receptionist for room 205.

Jaime blinked. Room 205? Her stomach fluttered with unease. Was it just dinner,or something more?

Before she could gather her thoughts, another message popped up.

Frank: Have a nice day…

Heat rushed to her cheeks. She typed back quickly

Jaime: Alright sir, meet you at 6.

Frank: Thanks, boo.

The word boo lingered on the screen, her heart reacting faster than her mind. She set the phone down, pressing her palm against her chest. Why does he make me feel this way? He’s my boss… this feels wrong, but still,why am I smiling?

A sharp smell broke her thoughts.

“Oh no!” she cried, rushing into the kitchen. Smoke curled from the pot on the stove, filling the air with a bitter scent. She fumbled for a cloth, pulling the pot off the fire, coughing softly as she waved the smoke away.

The room slowly cleared, but her mind didn’t. As she stirred the half-scorched meal, her thoughts circled back to his words.

The hotel room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside and the soft tick of a gilded clock on the wall. Golden light pooled from a chandelier above, reflecting off polished wooden floors and casting long, uneven shadows. Leather chairs and velvet drapes gave the space an air of careful opulence, yet the room felt heavy,charged with anticipation, desire, and unspoken threats.

Zain’s hands were clenched behind his back. His voice, low and tense, trembled despite his effort to stay calm.

“This won’t solve your problem, sir,” he said quietly. “Indulging in these… encounters won’t satisfy you.”

The man’s eyes, sharp and calculating, caught the light like molten metal. He leaned forward in the leather chair, jawline angular in the shadows, a predatory grace in every movement. His presence was magnetic and dangerous, filling the room with authority and quiet menace.

“It isn’t my fault I was born with this face, this body,” he said, voice rich and commanding. “Women can’t resist me. And Zain…” He paused, letting the word linger like a weapon. “…I am not ordinary. Stop lecturing me. Package them. I’m leaving this hotel in two days.”

Zain lowered his gaze, chest tight, fists still clenching. The man’s arrogance hung in the air, palpable and suffocating.

“Who’s next tonight?” the man asked, voice dangerously calm, like a predator calculating its next move.

“Daisy,” Zain replied softly, almost apologetically.

A deep, humorless chuckle rumbled from the man. “Daisy?” he repeated, shaking his head. “Weak name. Send her in… with Nelly. You know Nelly never tires.”

Zain nodded and slipped out, the door clicking softly behind him. Moments later, it opened again. Two women entered, their heels clicking lightly against the polished floor. Perfume swirled around them, heavy and intoxicating, mixing with the faint scent of whiskey lingering in the air.

Their dresses clung to their forms, cut low at the chest and slit high at the thighs, glinting under the warm, golden light.

The man leaned back in his chair, eyes darkening. Every motion, every subtle sway of the women, seemed to feed his hunger,not just desire, but control.

"Good evening, master," they purred in unison, their voices soaked in seduction.

"I don’t have time for greetings," the charming man cut in, his tone sharp yet alluring. With a forceful gesture, he pushed them onto the bed. The air grew heavy, filled with sharp gasps and trembling cries that only deepened his dark satisfaction

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