With that thought in mind, I rushed to the kitchen. Checking the ingredients that were readily available in the kitchen, I figured that I could quickly make some pancakes. Hayden seemed to like sweet things, judging from his liking for the chocolate 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 plate. Sifted icing on it. I admired my own accomplishment with a satisfied smile. This should do it! I grabbed the plate of pancake and quickly headed to the dining room where I placed the plate 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 glanced in the direction of Hayden’s room before I shook my head to clear my thoughts and headed with the men in black to the hospital.
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“Hayden…finally you’re up!” Auntie cried out as she came running up to Hayden.
Hayden had woken up, took a relaxing 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 accusatory voice.
Hayden smirked a little to himself as he thought of all the things he did to and with Malissa last 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 from last 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 Malissa last 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.
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