The Royal Contract

He had barely made himself comfortable when his phone rang. He quickly grabbed it in his pocket.

“Yes!” He answered the call after hearing it on the third ring without bothering to see the caller. Then, the girl who came home with him from the bar walked toward him and sat on his lap.

“What is it?” He asked whoever was on the other line, but his mind was distracted by the hand that kept moving on his chest, never hearing the answer.

Then, the girl started kissing him as her hands circled his neck, making him groan. “That is so good.” Closing his eyes, he mumbled as the girl shifted in her position, straddling him instead.

“Do you like that?” The girl asked him. Eventually, he dropped the phone on the soft cushion at his side as his hands grabbed her by the waist, forgetting that he was talking to someone.

“Yes.” Liking what she was doing with his body.

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Then, the phone buzzed after a minute, vibrating on his side, interrupting him again. One of his hands let go of the girl and grabbed the phone, placing it near his ears.

“Yes, what is it?” Only, this time, he answered the call irritatedly, not particularly happy with the constant interruption.

But he still enjoyed the way the girl continued kissing him on his neck, feeling her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt while his free hand also worked on the zipper at the back of her dress.

“Is... Is this Mr. Blake?” A female voice asked over the line, slightly hesitating to answer him, mildly trembling, indicating that she was nervous about something.

Her tone was unfamiliar, believing that he had never heard her voice before. But then again, he could not possibly remember all the girls he had slept with but could she be one of them.

“Yes.” Now, he was the one reluctant to answer her as his fingers stopped midway from undressing the girl on top of him. His eyes became alert as his ears picked up all the sounds coming from the other line. “Why?”

Was she looking for him because of something? That could not be it. He usually was careful and used protection religiously.

“Do you, by any chance, know a sweet lady named Angela.” Her accent was evident in her voice. Suddenly he felt relief, discovering who might be calling him. It could be a neighbor or a nurse attending to his grandmother.

“Yes, I know her. She is my grandmother.” Confirming his relationship with the woman in question. Then, the girl moved her hips on top of his, making a groan escape his lips again.

“I know you are a busy man, but I think you can spare some time for your grandmother.” Gone was the indecisiveness in her voice as seriousness and annoyance took over, probably guessing what was happening to him at the other line.

He certainly was not expecting that coming from a nurse who probably took care of Angela. He raised his brow at her tone and boldness, finding it challenging.

Then, a new dread came over him, feeling his heart skip a beat, realizing that he had not checked on his grandmother for a few days. He suddenly was aware that she might be calling about her.

“What happened to her? Is Angela alright? Who is this, and why are you calling instead of her?” Many questions suddenly ran into his mind.

He quickly stood up from the sofa, bringing the girl along with him, making her look at him questioningly. “I am sorry, but you have to go.” Suddenly, he was not in the mood for her company tonight.

“Just wait for a second.” He said on the line, not wanting her to hang up the phone as he turned back to the girl who was now fixing her dress. Then, the line fell silent.

“I am sorry, but there is an emergency.” He stared at the girl with an apologetic look. He was a womanizer, but he was not a complete jerk.

“That is ok.” The girl answered him, probably hearing the panic in his voice. “Go attend to your grandmother.” The girl said, grabbing the bag she dropped earlier on the other chair.

“But I do hope you will call me soon.” She seductively uttered as he guided her towards the door, placing a card in the front pocket of his shirt, kissing him one last time before exiting the door.

He then returned his attention to the girl on the phone. “Ok, tell me what happened to Angela. How is she?” His focus now was entirely on the girl on the other side of the line.

He paced his living room floor, waiting for her to answer all his questions. But she was taking her sweet time as if punishing him for all the fuss he made earlier.

“Well?” He questioned the girl, wondering if she was still active on the line, but he could hear something in the background. It seemed like she was in a hospital. Then, his earlier assessment was correct. She must be a nurse calling about his grandmother’s wellbeing.

“She had a mild heart attack, but she is doing fine now.” Her voice finally floated back in the air. “She is stable, and you have nothing to worry about her situation. We only want to inform you about her current condition.”

Then, the line went dead.

“Hello.” Nobody answered since she ended the call.

He tried to call the number back, but it only went to voice mail. He was unsure if it was a prank call, but it was a serious matter. Quickly, he called the hospital handling his grandmother’s health, finally confirming that they had admitted her.

After that, he called his assistant, letting her handle all the arrangements. He was flying out tonight. He had to get home and needed to check on his grandmother in person.

He could already see the face of his grandmother. He knew she never liked it when he came home to visit just because she was sick. His grandmother never liked disturbing his bachelor’s life.