Hospitality Man Series I: His Babymaker Client (ENGLISH VERSION)

CHAPTER 4

“TOK! Tok! Tok!”

The sharp, insistent knocking echoed through the quiet room, pulling me from the depths of sleep. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy with drowsiness, as the sound persisted.

“Tok! Tok! Tok!”

“What’s that noise? Someone’s trying to sleep here,” I muttered under my breath, my voice thick with irritation. The early morning disturbance was unwelcome, and I groaned, dragging myself out of bed. My hand instinctively rubbed my face, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep as I stumbled toward the door.

“Tok! Tok! Tok!”

“Geez, they’re not giving up,” I grumbled, swinging the door open.

There stood Rex, his usual mischievous grin plastered across his face. “It’s already 9 a.m., and you’re still asleep?” he quipped, brushing past me without waiting for an invitation. He made himself at home, heading straight for the living area.

“You’re too early to be this noisy. What are you even doing here?” I asked, my brow furrowed as I squinted against the sunlight streaming through the windows. My eyes were still adjusting, the brightness almost painful.

Rex ignored my question, rummaging through the fridge. “Get yourself together,” he said, pulling out a soda and cracking it open. “We’re joining my cousins for mountain climbing today.” He took a long swig, leaning casually against the counter.

“Are you planning to climb into the fridge? If not, close it! You’re wasting electricity,” I snapped, my voice rising in exasperation.

He chuckled but obliged, shutting the fridge door before sauntering back to the living area. “So, what do you say? You coming? It’ll be fun. There’s only four of them, plus some sorority girls from their university,” he added, his tone dripping with persuasion.

“When are we leaving?” I asked, curiosity piqued despite my earlier annoyance.

“At 11. They’ll pick us up,” he replied, his grin widening as he sensed my interest.

I hesitated for a moment, then shrugged. I didn’t have any plans for the day, and it wouldn’t hurt to tag along with Rex for once. “Fine. How long are we staying?”

“Just a day, but we’ll spend the night if it gets dark,” he said.

“Alright, let me pack.” I headed to my room, pulling out my travel bag and stuffing it with essentials. After a quick shower, I threw on a pair of shorts and draped a towel around my neck, the dampness cooling my skin.

“Hey, have you eaten yet?” I called out to Rex as I walked back into the living area.

“Yeah, I have. You?” he replied, already reaching for another soda from the fridge. This guy was on his fourth one—impressive, in a concerning way.

“I haven’t had the chance to go grocery shopping,” I admitted.

“Hold on, let me call Sophia. I’ll have her bring my bag over and pack some breakfast for us,” he said, pulling out his phone.

As he dialed, I couldn’t help but comment, “You’re lucky with your wife, man. Even as a doctor, she still finds time to take care of you.”

“That’s why I love her so much,” he replied, his voice softening.

“Why don’t you two have kids yet?” I asked, the question slipping out before I could think better of it.

Rex paused, setting his soda down on the table. He leaned back against the sofa, his expression shifting. “I’m sterile,” he said, his voice heavy with a sadness I hadn’t expected.

“You’re kidding, right?” I stared at him, disbelief written all over my face.

“I’m not. I can’t have kids,” he repeated, his tone firm but laced with resignation.

I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. “That’s... rough,” I managed to say, unsure of how to respond.

“Hey, why don’t you give us a child?” he said suddenly, his eyes locking onto mine.

“What?!” I nearly choked on my own breath.

“You could get my wife pregnant. I’d raise the child as my own,” he said, his voice steady, devoid of any hint of jest.

I stared at him, stunned. “Are you out of your mind?!” I grabbed a nearby pillow and hurled it at him, but he dodged it effortlessly.

“I’m serious!” he insisted, following me as I retreated to the fridge.

“No way, man! I’m serious too!” I shot back, grabbing a bottle of Rio de Plata and pouring myself a shot. The liquid burned as it went down, but it did little to calm my nerves.

“Why not? Don’t you find my wife attractive? She’s not bad-looking,” he pressed, his tone almost casual.

“You’re insane!” I snapped, slamming the fridge door shut. “Maybe the reason you can’t have kids is because you’re both always exhausted from work. Take a break. Go on a trip together, just the two of you,” I suggested, trying to steer the conversation away from his outrageous proposal.

“I don’t know if that’ll work,” he muttered, sinking into the sofa.

“Have you even seen a doctor? Did they confirm you’re sterile?” I asked, pouring myself another shot.

“Not yet,” he admitted.

“Then there’s still hope. Damn, you had me worried for a second,” I said, relief washing over me.

“Maybe... I’ll take your advice,” he said quietly, his gaze distant.

I nodded, downing the last of my drink.

After several moments, a soft knock echoed at the door, pulling both of us from our conversation. Rex and I exchanged a glance before rising to answer it.

When the door swung open, Sophia stood there, her presence as radiant as the morning sun. She held Rex’s bag in one hand and a neatly packed breakfast in the other. Her smile was warm, though her eyes flicked toward me with a hint of playful mischief.

“Morning, Sophia,” I greeted her, leaning in for the customary cheek kiss. Her perfume was light, a subtle blend of citrus and something floral.

“Morning, Perv,” she replied, her tone teasing. “No plans to put on a shirt today?” Her laughter was soft, melodic, and Rex joined in, clearly amused by her jab.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help a small grin. “Give me a minute,” I said, retreating to my room to throw on a shirt. When I returned, the two of them were already in the living room, their laughter filling the space. Sophia sat perched on the arm of the sofa, her fingers brushing Rex’s shoulder as they shared a joke. There was an ease between them, a familiarity that made me pause for a moment.

“Hey, where’s the food?” I asked, breaking the moment.

“On the table, Perv,” Sophia answered, her voice light. I noticed how her hand lingered on Rex’s arm as she spoke, and I couldn’t help the slight furrow of my brow. They were always like this—playful, touchy, too comfortable. It was hard not to feel like an outsider in their little world.

I grabbed a plate and helped myself to the breakfast she’d brought. The vegetable salad was fresh, the ham and eggs perfectly cooked, and the fried rice had just the right amount of seasoning. After finishing, I excused myself to brush my teeth and rinse my mouth, wanting to feel a bit more human before the day truly began.

When I returned to the living room, Sophia was mid-sentence, her voice carrying a note of curiosity. “Perv, aren’t your parents supposed to be visiting the country soon?”

The question caught me off guard, and I froze for a moment. Sophia and her family were close to mine—our families had been business partners for years. But the mention of my parents always stirred something uncomfortable in me.

“I don’t really care what they’re up to,” I replied, my tone sharper than I intended.

She tilted her head, studying me. “Your dad mentioned they’re opening a new branch here in Metro Manila. Didn’t you know?”

I blinked, caught off guard again. “Another branch? And who exactly are they planning to dump that responsibility on?”

She shrugged, her expression innocent. “Maybe you.”

I scoffed. “Like I’d agree to that.”

Sophia leaned forward, her gaze steady. “Why do you hate your parents so much?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and uninvited. I clenched my jaw, my response clipped. “It’s complicated.”

She didn’t push further, and I was grateful. Instead, I shifted the conversation. “Anyway, did Rex tell you we’re going mountain climbing with his cousins today?”

She nodded, her smile returning. “He mentioned it last night.”

“Did he also tell you there are sorority girls coming along?” I added, a hint of mischief in my voice. I couldn’t resist stirring the pot a little. Maybe it was petty, but I wanted to see if I could ruffle their perfect dynamic.

Sophia’s smile didn’t waver. “He did,” she said, her tone light. “I trust him.”

I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her nonchalance. Rex, for his part, looked entirely unbothered, his arm casually draped over the back of the sofa behind her.

The conversation drifted after that, the three of us passing the time until it was nearly 11. By 10:50, we headed downstairs to wait for Rex’s cousin. The morning air was crisp, the sun casting a golden glow over the city.

At three minutes past 11, a van pulled up, and Rex’s cousin, Peter, leaned out of the driver’s side window. “Everyone ready?” he asked, his voice cheerful.

“All set,” Rex replied, clapping a hand on my shoulder. Sophia stepped forward, exchanging quick kisses on the cheek with Peter.

“Oh, by the way,” Rex said, turning to me. “This is my buddy, Pervince de Realonda.”

Peter extended a hand, his grip firm. “Hey, man. Peter Alonso. Good to meet you.”

“Likewise,” I said, shaking his hand.

Peter introduced the others in the van— a couple of friends, and, of course, the sorority girls. Sophia said her goodbyes to Rex, her touch lingering for a moment before she climbed into her car in the parking lot.

We drove off after Sophia left. The vehicle was packed, and as we squeezed in, I found myself wedged between the door and a girl named Eurika. She was petite, with a nervous smile that made her seem out of place in the crowded van. The others were already dozing off aside from Peter, who was driving, but Eurika looked uncomfortable, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

“You okay?” I asked, keeping my voice low so as not to disturb the others.

She gave me a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine,” she said, but the way she shifted in her seat told a different story.

“You know,” I said, trying to lighten the mood, “if you’re uncomfortable, you can just sit on my lap. Might be less cramped.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, I thought I’d overstepped. But then she laughed, a soft, melodic sound. “Is that okay?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

“Sure,” I said, shrugging. “You don’t look like you weigh much anyway.”

She hesitated for a moment before carefully shifting onto my lap. Her skirt rode up slightly as she settled, and I made a point to keep my hands resting on the seat beside me, giving her space. She was light, her warmth a stark contrast to the cool air conditioning blasting through the van.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“No problem,” I replied, keeping my tone casual. The van rumbled on, the road stretching ahead as we made our way to Mount Makiling in Laguna. The others were already dozing, their quiet breaths filling the space, but Eurika and I sat in comfortable silence, the unspoken understanding between us adding a layer of intrigue to the journey.

As she settled onto my lap, there was a fleeting moment of awkwardness, a subtle tension that hung in the air. I could sense her hesitation, though I knew deep down she desired this as much as I did. Women, after all, have a way of masking their true feelings, sometimes even their arousal, with practiced ease.

The car rolled over a series of humps, and the sudden jolt caused her to bounce slightly. Instead of landing back on my thighs, she shifted forward, her weight settling directly over me. The sensation was immediate, and I felt myself hardening beneath her.

“S-Sorry,” I murmured, my voice low as I discreetly adjusted myself, my hand slipping into my pants to ease the discomfort.

She let out a soft laugh, her eyes meeting mine. “No, it’s okay,” she replied, her tone light but laced with something deeper, something unspoken.

I could feel the heat of her arousal beginning to rise, a magnetic pull that drew me closer. Leaning in, my lips brushed against her ear as I whispered, “Since everyone’s asleep… would you like me inside you? That way, even if we hit more bumps, you’ll stay right here, close to me, no matter how much we’re jostled.” My voice was a low, seductive murmur, each word deliberate, designed to ignite the fire between us.

She hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering toward Peter, who was dozing in the front seat. Then, with a quiet determination, she reached for her bag and pulled out a small blanket.

Lifting her skirt slightly, she slid her underwear down, revealing the smooth, shaved skin beneath. My breath caught at the sight, and I felt a surge of desire course through me. She moved closer, her fingers deftly working to unbuckle my belt. I was only wearing shorts, and she made quick work of the buttons and zipper, her touch deliberate but gentle.

Her hand found me, and as she guided me out, I saw a flicker of surprise and awe in her eyes, mixed with a hint of nervousness. For a moment, she turned away, as if gathering her courage, before positioning herself over me. Slowly, carefully, she guided me inside her, her breath hitching as she took me in.

Once I was fully within her, she let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly. She draped the blanket over us, shielding our intimacy from any wandering eyes. Leaning into my shoulder, her lips brushed against my ear as she whispered, “Let’s save the rest for later, okay?” Her voice was a sultry promise, and it sent a shiver down my spine, intensifying my arousal.

“Okay,” I replied, my voice thick with anticipation, already yearning for what was to come. The air between us was electric, charged with unspoken desires and the promise of what lay ahead.