Chapter 37: Being sick

He eventually releases his warm cum inside her. Cum overflows out of her sweet spot as he pulls his huge d*ck out. "Mmmmm, sweetie. I filled you up. Did you feel so good too?" he asked as he kissed her cheeks. Denise remained silent as her breathing became heavy and her eyes closed. She shakes her frail body.

"Denise. Denise.. open your eyes. I know you're awake. Do you hear me?" Mike shook her shoulder, but Denise had already fallen asleep. Mike then places his hand on her brow. "F*ck she's heating up," he exclaimed as he rushed up to dress her.

He quickly pulls his pants down and adjusts his belt before grabbing his phone. He took a deep breath and reached into his pocket. "Oh f*ck, where's my phone? I just put it in my pocket," he shrugged as he returned to his room to retrieve his other phone and quickly dialed one of his trusted private doctors.

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She whimpered quietly as she returned to the room, still stinging from the pain he had left her in. Denise, on the other hand, was relieved that he did not punish her for what had happened.

She quickly lifted herself with what little strength she had before collapsing again. She takes a deep breath. "F*ck! it still hurts," she muttered as she sat up quickly as the door swung open. "What are you doing?" Mike asked walking towards her. "M-mike I'm j-just trying to get a glass of water," she shuttered a little bit as she bite her lips. "O-okay, never mind the doctor is already here," he said as his private doctor examine her abruptly.

"How are you feeling now?" the doctor asked as he check her temperature. "I feel sick, of felt too weak and I've been throwing up, lately," she said as he glanced at him.

"And did you tell him about this?" he asked. "N-no, he just noticed earlier," she simply said as the doctor check her pulse.

"Okay, I think I know what it is," the doctor said as he glanced at her seriously.

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"How is she?" Mike inquired.

"She has a fever caused by her ulcer; I have already given her some medicine; make sure she eats at the appropriate times," the doctor explained.

"OK, thanks," he replied simply before the doctor left the room.

"Get up, my princess, you need to eat right now," Mike said, but Denise remained silent.

"I don't want to repeat myself, Denise," he said raspily.

"I don't want to eat! I just want to go home! "she yelled at him, rolling her eyes.

Don't talk like that to me, or you'll get

Denise finished the sentence, "Regret it."

"Are you really testing my patience, Denise?" he asked as he approached her and held her jaw up to face him.

Denise took a deep breath as their gazes locked. Don't be so stubborn, Denise; you know I don't tolerate that kind of attitude, or do you want to end up chained in the basement? "he threatened, and Denise shook her head hurriedly.

"Good then, get up and f*cking eat your food now," he said, as he secretly smirked when he noticed how panicked she was.

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The sunlight on Denise's eyes jolted her awake. She looked at the time; it was 10:30 a.m. She looked to her side but didn't see Mike, despite noticing a small note on his pillow with three large sunflowers. "Really? trying to impress me, huh, but that wouldn't work," she thought to herself as she read the note. It reads:

Ma Amore, good morning.

I hope you get a good night's sleep. I'm sorry for leaving so early; I needed to finish some blood work and didn't want to wake you up because you needed more rest.

And lastly, don't try anything stupid you know what the consequence is. I'm warning you, so better behave yourself. Love you :))

Your love,

Mike.

She ripped the note and tossed it in the trash can next to her while staring out the window. Many weeks had passed, and she was still imprisoned in the same place. Denise devised several strategies to avoid him while he was not present, but she is certain that he would find her regardless.

"I miss my husband, Antonio," she mumbled as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Nothing has changed; Mike is still obsessed with me; I thought it was just a passing phase, but I was wrong; instead, he's becoming more and more possessive," she mumbled as she wiped away her tears.

He wouldn't even let her speak to any of the bodyguards, and he even made her wear something that covered her entire body. She then pushed all of these thoughts to the back of her mind and got out of bed. She went to the bathroom and went through her routine.

"I need to be strong," she murmured as she looked in the bathroom mirror.

After a few moments, she went down and went to the kitchen, her eyes widening as she recognized the woman cooking. "Samantha??"

"Hello, long time no see," Samantha said, smiling at her.

"How did you get here?" Denise inquired.

"Will Ronnie and Mike are both busy right now, so Mike sent me here because you're too bored here," Samantha explained as she placed the fried beef on the plate.

"Exactly, it's so boring here," she said as she sat down.

"Let's say first, then let's talk about what happened and why you're here again," Samantha said as Denise's eyes welled up with tears as she remembered what had happened.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Samantha apologized when she noticed her silence.

"No, it's okay; he murdered my husband and kidnapped Mike yet again," she said, her voice sad.

"Why are you still with Ronnie?" she inquired abruptly.

"You know me, Denise; I love him, which is why I can't leave him," Samantha replied with a sweet smile.

"How about you, what's your plan now? Stay with him and start loving him, or run away from him once more?" Samantha inquired.