Chapter 5 Paramour
"I don't need stupid employees," he sharply said.
I keep on sneezing.
I don’t understand what he’s saying.
"Are you okay?" he’s worried; Kier is done talking to someone. I said to him.
“I’m okay.” I lied.
I don’t feel well. Kier lowered the temperature of the AC.
"Don't lie to me," he said while glaring at me.
I sneezed.
I don’t understand what he says in the other line because I keep sneezing.
“Are you okay?"
He’s worried, doesn’t he?
Kier finished talking to someone over the phone.
I nodded, “I'm just getting cold.”
He turned down the AC, and he glared at me.
"Don't lie to me," he said while glaring at me.
I sneezed again.
Kier walked near me, holding the coffee I made, and I didn’t expect it when he looked at my temperature using his palm.
"You're not allowed to drink again," he pinches my nose, but I sneeze in front of him.
"Do you want to drink my coffee? Hmm."
“I don’t like coffee,” I said to him.
"Achoo!!" I got another tissue.
“Grandfather called me." I started.
“Grad Lo wants us to attend a social gathering,” that’s all I want to say. That’s why I am here.
"Birthday?" He simply asked.
“They didn’t mention anything; maybe they just want to prepare.”
He nodded; how he looked at me was like penetrating my bones.
"Do you want to go?" He asked me and leaned on the coach.
“It’s up to you.”
“It'll depend on you. I know you don't like social gatherings.''
Once we attended the party, our ways separated because most of the guests were businessmen and businesswomen. When I got bored, I decided to sleep in his cousin's house on another side. I didn’t know that Kier was searching for me at the party, wherein I was already sleeping peacefully.
There's no interaction between us; we're just talking if we have important things we need to discuss. I don’t like social gatherings; I’d rather stay at home. Yes, I am an introvert; I feel dizzy when the crowd gets heavy, and knowing Grand Lo, he’s inviting everyone.
“Can you go alone? Tell them I’m not feeling well,” which is true.
"Grand Lo will be mad at me if I go there alone. You know him, how much he loves to reunite everyone."
I sneezed a hundred times. He taps my forehead again.
"You're not feeling well." He stated.
“My head is aching,” I complained.
"If you didn't drink, that won't happen to you." He bitterly said and lifted me like a newly wedded. He can’t move on from what happened yesterday and keeps talking about it.
"Are you still mad?” I asked and looked at his face.
Kier didn’t answer and kept his focus, and he brought me again to his room.
“This is not my room..” Ken laid me down.
"Stay still," he said when I was about to go up.
“I’m not feeling well.” I want to cry; my body is heavy.
“My tummy hurts too,” he gets his phone and checks on something, and his eyebrow furrows.
"That's Dysmenorrhea,” he said as a matter of fact.
“Ken, my body is getting heavy; I’m not feeling well; I can’t lift my body too.”
I don’t understand what I am feeling. My body is so heavy.
"You have stains," he's penetrating something; I couldn't open my eyes.
"You need to change," he carries me again.
"Can you move? You need to change," Kier’s voice and face are worried for me.
I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn’t, I was weak, and it felt like someone was punching me until I couldn’t stand up.
"I want strawberry jam, but my body is aching," I complained, but he chuckled.
"I'll buy you one later, but you need to change." He softly said.
Even though I feel weak, I force myself to move. Kier gave me a napkin. Where did he get these? And he knew the brand I was using. I'm too weak to ask about those things.
"You're having your fever." He said when I lay again on the bed.
."H-how did you k-know that I have my period?" I asked.
He knows it better. He averted his gaze at me.
"I installed a period tracker," Kier answered, and I saw his neck turn red.
How did he know there was? I never remember that he saw me having a period because we only talked once in a blue moon. Although I was curious, I never asked because my body was already in pain.
"Can you massage my body? it hurts." I cried because I felt extreme pain, and I felt so bad.
"Wife, I can't massage you," he softly said.
"Your pores in your body are open," he wiped my tears softly.
He looked like an angry monster a while ago. Now he's very soft on Ken. He's bipolar.
"It hurts," I cried.
Here is the feeling again, as if someone beat me.
He sighed.
"Okay, I'll do it softly," He abided.
He massaged me, and I ordered him to pet me, but he just contradicted me. He showed me proof that he couldn't; that's why Kier had been fiddling with his cell phone earlier because he was searching.
"I want sweets."
"You can't eat sweets; it'll increase bloating."
Okay, he's smart and knows a lot.
“And caffeine too." He added.
**
<Third Person>
Kier woke up with a headache.
"Damn!"
He dressed up and answered the call; his phone kept ringing while taking a bath.
"What!" He’s irritated and annoyed by the caller.
...
Kier was already coming down the stairs, and his left hand was in his pants pocket. The other hand is holding his cell phone.
"Yeah, I'll be there by afternoon." He replied shortly.
...
He looked at his wristwatch, and it was early in the morning.
"Whatever!" Kier responded and ended the call.
He entered the kitchen, and he saw the two women cooking - his Friend's wife together with her friend; he was not familiar with the other woman.
"Good Morning, Brother Kier!" Mia greeted him cheerfully.
He just nodded at Mia.
While Yunnie shyly smiled at Kier while cooking pancakes.
Mia and Yunnie are cooking something.
"What are you cooking?" He asked and got his plain white mug.
“Ah, sorry if we invaded your kitchen and me and Bab-Yunnie do the grocery since you’re out of stock; this is also our payment for letting us stay here,” Mia answered while putting something on the frying pan.
"You don't need to do that." He said seriously, and he poured hot water on his mug.
He needs coffee.
“It’s fine, brother; we want to cook too,” Mia insists and looks at what Kier is doing.
"Coffee is your favorite too?” Mia asked in curiosity.
Kier nodded at Mia.
"Ay, you’re like Lee; his coffee is life too. His morning is not complete without two cups of coffee.
Ken chuckled.
"You two are best friends," she continued.
"I'll just check my wife upstairs," Kier bid and left with his coffee.
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<Shielyn>
I’m still in his room.
“Ken, I’m hungry,” I shouted irritably. He had just entered the room, and his right hand was in his pants pocket.
"Mia's cooking." He informed me and put the mug on the table.
"Why are you taking so long?!" I shouted at him, and his forehead furrowed.
He approached me.
"How are you?" He was about to touch me when I slapped his hand, he was shocked by what I did, but he quickly recovered.
“Don't touch me!" I snickered at him.
“Why are you so curmudgeonly?" He seriously asked while his eyebrow furrowed.
"Don't even speak deep English to me!" I feel so irritated by his looks. It’s weird.
He chuckled.
"Why are you so pissed?" He sexily asked.
I covered my nose when I smelled something.
"You stink!" He smells himself.
"I just finished taking a bath.” He said seriously.
"You smell like a cigarette!" I smell the room.
"And you smell coffee too!" I complained.
“I d-drink coffee." The way he said it as if he had committed a crime.
"How about the cigarette?" I raised my eyebrow.
I crossed my arm on my chest. Kier looks away and is nervous.
I thought he was a strict boss and good at closing business deals. Why does he look nervous, by my question?












