With that thought in mind, I rushed to the kitchen. Checking the ingredients that were readily avable in the kitchen, I figured that I could quickly make some pancakes. Hayden seemed to like sweet things, judging from his liking for the chocte cake that he had the other day.


    I started working on making the pancakes immediately. This is a race against time. I must finish these pancakes before he wakes up and get my ass out of here. To be honest, I didn’t care whether he wanted pancakes or not. I’m going to do it so that I fulfill the deal I made to his father for today and then go visit my grandmother.


    Finally! I finished the pancakes, arranged them neatly on a te. Sifted icing on it. I admired my own aplishment with a satisfied smile. This should do it! I grabbed the te of pancake and quickly headed to the dining room where I ced the te on the table before quickly turning to leave


    I had finished sketching the portrait of my grandmother based on a photograph that we took together a few years ago. Sketching her in the hospital helped add to some references but I based her pose from the photograph instead while I can use her actual face as the reference for her facial expression in the painting.


    Now that she is permanently hospitalized and stuck in a hospital room all the time, I worried that she would feel lonely. I tried my best to visit her whenever I could and today was no different. I nced in the direction of Hayden’s room before I shook my head to clear my thoughts and headed with the men in ck to the hospital.


    …


    "Hayden…finally you’re up!" Auntie cried out as she came running up to Hayden.


    Hayden had woken up, took a rxing shower and had just trudged out of his bedroom. It was clear that he was sleepy and not fully awake yet even after his shower. His hair was damp from the shower, but he was already fully dressed and ready to go out.


    "What is it…so early in the morning…" Hayden mumbled with annoyance.


    "Morning?! Certainly not! It’s early in the afternoon," Auntie said, desperately correcting Hayden.


    "What do you want, Auntie?" Hayden asked as he walked past her towards the sitting room.


    "What did you do to Miss Malissa?" Auntie asked in an usatory voice.


    Hayden smirked a little to himself as he thought of all the things he did to and with Malissast night. He could still remember the feel of her body beneath his as she writhed against him. The pleasurable sensation of her pussy hugging his cock as he thrusted his cock into her warm and wet body.


    Her beautiful moans of pleasure as he rode her and her erotic face as she reached her climax over and over again.


    His thoughts were filled with memories of her fromst night and he felt the urge to hold her in his arms once again. He felt a stirring in his loins as his body started to desire her touch.


    "Hayden!" Auntie’s voice cut through his lustful thoughts and snapped him back to reality.


    Malissa was gone and in front of him stood good old Auntie with an angry face as she stared up into his face. Hayden sighed loudly. He had no idea what Auntie was referring to since she clearly wasn’t referring to how he had sex with Malissast night.


    "I have no idea what you’re talking about. What happened?" Hayden asked instead of guessing at what Auntie wanted from him. He would appreciate it a lot if she would just say whatever it was that she wanted to say.


    He sat down at the dining table, his eyes on the pancakes. Hayden knew at once that Malissa made these and that she had already left the penthouse for the day, probably to avoid meeting him as always. That thought never depressed him before, but it made him feel a little irritated today.


    "Can I get coffee? Tea…anything?" Hayden asked, feeling a little annoyed.


    "No! You’re not getting anything until you tell me what happened," Auntie demanded as she stood next to Hayden with her hands on her hips.


    Hayden didn’t like it when Auntie got into her bossy mode and started acting like she was his mum. Well, she is the closest thing that he’s got to a mother after all.


    "I already told you, Auntie. I have no idea what you’re going on about…" Hayden replied as he ran his fingers through his light blond hair.


    "Miss Malissa…she was crying," Auntie spat at Hayden.


    "…what?" Hayden said after a moment of stunned silence as he took in Auntie’s words.


    "She was crying. Miss Malissa came out of your room yesterday and she was crying. I saw it with my own two eyes!" Auntie said with conviction.


    Hayden froze in shock as he continued to listen to Auntie’s words. Malissa was crying? Why?


    His brows knitted into a frustrated scowl as his mind filled with countless scenarios as to why Malissa was crying. None of them anything pleasant. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had gotten up quickly from his seat and was heading straight for the door.


    "Where are you going?! Hayden!" Auntie called after him.


    "Tell Luka that I’m not going in today!" Hayden called back.


    Auntie watched in shock as the front door mmed closed with Hayden gone. She didn’t know what was going on and why Hayden was in such a hurry, but she decided to do as she was told anyways. Picking up the phone, she dialed Luka’s mobile number which she remembered by heart and ryed on Hayden’s message.


    "Luka…Hayden just went somewhere. He told me to tell you that he’s not going in today," Auntie spoke through the phone.


    The man on the other end of the line replied and Auntieughed merrily along with his joke.


    "I don’t know…Hayden’s been acting weird since he came back. What are you doing? You should talk some sense into him…" Auntie said impatiently.


    --To be continued…