C18 18. Kill her, I'll pay you 1 million dollars. Deal?

ENDLESS NIGHTS

Chapter 18

Pinky

**At the hospital**

Upon my arrival at the hospital, I searched thoroughly for David's vehicle but failed to locate it. I approached the receptionist and inquired,

“Good day. Might I ask if Mr. David Maynard is currently inside, or has he already departed?”

The receptionist responded, “I’m sorry, ma’am; I haven't seen him.” I pondered the possibility that he might have worn a mask to conceal his identity, a tactic often employed by renowned individuals, or perhaps he never passed through the reception area.

I then redirected my inquiry to the receptionist, asking,

“Could you please check for another name, Alessia? Alessia Williams?”

“Of course, ma’am,” he replied and consulted his records.

“I regret to inform you, ma’am, that there is no entry for Alessia Williams. However, there is a Virginia Williams listed.”

“Virginia Williams? Could you please clarify her status? Is she a patient or a visitor?”

“She is a patient, ma’am,” he replied.

“Well then, may I know her room number?” I asked.

Before he could respond, another nurse approached and gently grasped my arm.

“Excuse me, are you Ms. Pinky? You are here to visit Gini, correct?” she inquired quietly. I found myself somewhat bewildered by the multiple names. Initially, it was Virginia, and now Gini. I turned to her and requested,

“Could you please escort me to the doctor I spoke with over the phone?” The young nurse smiled and responded,

“Certainly, follow me.”

She guided me to a male doctor. “Would you kindly excuse us?” the doctor requested, addressing the nurse, who promptly exited the room.

“Greetings, Ms. Pinky. I am Dr. Martin, the physician attending to Mrs. Gini, who is currently on the bed,” he stated. “What brings you here, Ms.?”

“Please, call me Pinky. I must admit, I was expecting to see a female doctor. I was taken aback by the timbre of your voice during our telephone conversation; it sounded quite feminine. You possess a remarkably gentle and pleasant voice,” I replied.

“Thank you. How may I assist you today, Pinky?” he asked. I approached him and placed my hand lightly on his chest, posing a direct question,

“What is your monthly salary for your work at this hospital?”

“Umm, I earn $30,000 per month, ma’am,” he responded.

“That equates to an annual income of $360,000, correct? Dr. Martin, I recognize your intrinsic value as a person. Here is my proposition: eliminate Gini, and I shall compensate you handsomely, providing you with a sum sufficient to sustain you for the remainder of your life.”

“Ma’am? A-are you certain?” he stammered.

“If you carry out this act for me, I will offer you $1 million,” I whispered.

“That is a substantial amount, ma’am. Are you truly willing to pay me such a figure? ... May I execute this now?”

“Yes, you may, but under one condition: upon receiving the $1 million, you must vacate both your position and the country as swiftly as possible.”

“I will adhere to that, ma’am,” he affirmed.

“Excellent, please do not let me down,” I said, promptly exiting the hospital.

**Alessia**

I was chilling on a bench at the hospital, waiting for Doctor Martin who was helping my Aunt. As I was sitting there, I looked up and saw a girl heading out the hospital door. She kinda looked like Pinky, and even though I could only see her back, I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to. I called out,

"Hey, wait! Pinky..." and rushed to the door, but then bumped into Doctor Martin. He paused and said,

"Hey, Ms. Alessia. Just so you know, Mrs. Gini is on the mend." I breathed a sigh of relief and said,

"Oh my gosh! That’s great to hear." He then suggested I head home and rest, saying I'd come back in the morning. I asked,

"Can I see her before I go?" but he quickly replied,

"No, no, no. Seriously, let her rest. Remember, last time you saw her? She fainted. Just give her some time." I nodded, thanked him, and bolted out of the hospital.

I pulled out my phone to order an Uber, but it was dead. Just then, I spotted David’s car parked at the gate. I hurried over and saw him inside, which meant Mandy was probably at home.

"Hey... um, the doctor said she’s recovering," I said. He asked if I needed a ride, and I replied,

"Sure, but I really want to thank you for covering Aunt Gini’s treatment. I appreciate it so much." He smiled and said,

"No problem." But then he jokingly added, "So what do I get in return? I mean, no guy spends that kind of money without wanting something."

He went on, "We just want a little love; I want to make sure I’m not falling apart here. Alessia, I love you. If you’re down, I promise to cherish every bit of you." I couldn’t help but smile. I was still standing outside, leaning into his car when I suddenly opened the door, playfully undid some buttons on his shirt without asking, and kissed him. To my surprise, he kissed me back! I asked,

"Can you close your windows?" and he replied,

"As you wish, beautiful," while rolling them up. He then lowered his seat, and I leaned back to look up at him.

As the kissing got more intense, he started undressing me until I was just in my bra and pants. But then he stopped, and I was like,

"What’s up? Are you okay?" He didn’t say anything. After a bit, I asked, "Can I put my clothes back on now?" He just grinned and said,

"Alessia, you're stunning. Your curves, your lips... everything." I chuckled,

"Is that why you stopped?" He replied, "Kinda... I just got lost in how beautiful you are."

“Thank you. Now, where were we?” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. A charged silence enveloped us, a fragile bubble filled with anticipation and warmth. He smiled, a sly grin that hinted at mischief before leaning in closer, his lips brushing tantalizingly against my neck. He traced a slow, deliberate path down, moving ever so softly until he reached the delicate curve of my breasts.

In an almost reverent motion, he grasped the fabric of my bra, peeling it away with the care one might show to a precious artifact, revealing the softness beneath. His mouth found its way between my breasts, and a soft gasp escaped my lips, drowned out by the heat of the moment. My body responded instinctively, caught in a whirlwind of sensation. Every tender caress sent ripples of pleasure coursing through me, amplifying my desires. The weight of his touch was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine as I succumbed to the blissful pleasure he evoked. I felt myself succumbing to an insatiable longing, my desire for him swelling, yearning for him to be even closer.

“Are you okay, Alessia?” he murmured, his warm breath fanning my skin, amplifying the frisson of electricity between us.

“I am reveling in this moment, Dav. Please, don’t hold back. Touch me, explore every part of my body,” I implored, urgency lacing my voice.

His gaze was serious as he leaned closer, his lips brushing my earlobe. “If I were to ask you to be mine forever, to devote myself to loving and cherishing every inch of your body, would you say yes?”

A playful smile played around my lips, but beneath it lay the depth of my vulnerability. “I am already yours, Dav. The true question is whether you mean every word. Will you consistently worship my body for all eternity, or are you simply another fleeting moment destined to fade away?”

“I’m someone who will run away with you, Alessia,” he replied, his sincerity ringing clear in the dim light. “Being with you is my sweetest pleasure. Receiving your love in return is the most precious treasure I can imagine. I will love you forever, baby.” He said this with such conviction, lowering his face, trailing sweet kisses between my legs, igniting my senses further.

But then, like an unwelcome jolt from a dream, the shrill ring of my phone disrupted our blissful reverie.

“Is your phone ringing?” he asked, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes as he reached for it, wondering who could dare interrupt us.

I snatched the device from his hand, and the screen lit up with Ethan's name. “It’s Ethan. I’m not sure what he wants, but I refuse to answer,” I declared, tossing the phone into the backseat as if it were an unsettling reminder of real life.

Moments later, an authoritative knock echoed against the window, breaking through our haze of intimacy. I felt a rush of embarrassment and quickly pulled David's t-shirt around me, a futile attempt to shield myself. When we rolled down the window, the gatekeeper’s voice cut through the air, professional yet tinged with irritation.

“Sir, I apologize for the interruption, but you can't park here. You're blocking the entrance, and other cars need to come through,” he stated, a look of disapproval etched across his face.

David's expression turned stormy, impatience evident as he responded sharply, “Fine!” The tension in his voice was palpable as he glanced my way, clearly frustrated. Mr. Dick was standing at attention, leaving little room for further delay. I hastily dressed, leaning close to his ear, “Just take me home,” I whispered, my heart racing not just from desire, but from the sudden twist of reality knocking at our door.

**Back at the doctor's office**

📱 “Mrs. Pinky, the task is complete. By tomorrow morning, Alessia and Mandy will be receiving unexpected news, and I’ll be long gone, leaving the scene. Don’t worry; I won’t take the fall—Alessia will.”

“What do you mean she’ll be the suspect?”

📱 “Just wait for the morning, Ms. Pinky. You’ll understand everything then. Now, may I have my payment and be on my way?”

“Please provide your account number,” she replied with a businesslike tone.

To be continued…