Andrea gazed fearfully at Agatha, gripping her hospital gown tightly as she took a deep breath and began, "I-"
"I understand. I will write the check," Agatha interjected, not allowing Andrea to finish.
"No!" Andrea exclaimed in a panic, her expression one of extreme anxiety.
The ward's door creaked open, and Mr. Singers entered, fixing his gaze on Andrea before turning to address Agatha, "What are you doing here?"
"Mr. Singers, I brought your daily schedule, but couldn't find you earlier, so I had a brief chat with your wife," Agatha replied, forcing a smile.
"Clear my schedule. I won't be seeing anyone today. You can handle everything on your own," Mr. Singers declared calmly as he walked over to set down the breakfast he had personally bought.
Agatha, upon hearing Mr. Singers' words, felt a mix of anger and frustration. When she had been ill, Mr. Singers had never shown her the same care and attention he was now giving to Andrea.
"Okay," She lowered her head, concealing her emotions, and quietly exited the ward. As soon as she stepped outside, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
After leaving the hospital, she drove straight to Tony's office. Without even bothering to knock, she barged in.
"Agatha, what's wrong?" Tony asked, noticing the traces of dried tears on her face.
"Do you not find me beautiful?" Agatha countered, catching Tony off guard.
Tony, puzzled but sincere, replied, "You are the most beautiful and intelligent woman I've ever known."
Agatha glared at Tony, frustration evident in her eyes. "Then why didn't he want me?" she demanded.
Tony, understanding who she was referring to without being told, prepared to respond when Agatha surprised him by kissing him suddenly.
Tony's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Agatha, taken aback. She wrapped her arm around his neck, drawing him in for more kisses.
With his last shred of reason, Tony attempted to dissuade her. "Agatha, we really shouldn't be doing this," he implored.
Ignoring his words, she seized his lips once more, her hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.
Tony's resistance crumbled, abandoning all caution as he pulled her close and intensified the kiss.
Their hands explored feverishly, shedding their garments until they stood exposed in their entirety.
Tony gazed into her eyes, a moment of hesitation before he spoke in a low, husky voice, desire evident in every syllable. "Are you sure about this, Agatha?"
Lying on the table, Agatha clung tightly to Tony, urging him on as she drew him closer.
She gasped, her eyes shut tight as Tony entered her, his movements accompanied by eager groans.
"Take me, Mr. Singers," Agatha moaned, lost in the throes of their shared desire and escalating passion.
Despite hearing her call out Mr. Singer's name in the throes of passion, Tony found himself unable to resist.
"I'm cumming," Tony groaned with fervour.
"Mr. Singers, fill me with your cum, let me bear your child," Agatha responded.
Following her lead, Tony complied. As the intimacy waned, Agatha lay still on the table, her eyes fluttering open. She gazed up at the ceiling, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Tony's expression shifted as he noticed the traces of blood around his member. The realization dawned on him: he had taken Agatha's virginity. Remorse, guilt, and frustration flooded his being.
"Agatha," he began softly, but faltered upon seeing her tears.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Agatha turned to Tony. "I want this to remain between us. Let's pretend it never happened," she whispered.
Agatha hastily dressed and departed, leaving Tony bewildered and vexed. Unsure of what to do, Tony, consumed by anger, lashed out by kicking the table where they had just been intimate.
Alone in her car after leaving Tony's office, Agatha sat weeping, her head resting on the steering wheel. She started the car and drove to a nearby bar.
Inside the bar, Agatha ordered a few glasses of liquor and soon found herself feeling tipsy. A man approached her table and asked, "Hello there, may I join you, beautiful?"
"Are you Mr. Singers?" Agatha slurred.
"No, I'm Steven. And you are?" the man replied politely, extending his hand for a handshake.
Agatha swatted his hand away, exclaiming, "I don't want just anyone, I want Mr. Singers. I want him."
Tears streamed down her face as she continued, her voice wavering with emotion, "I had hoped to give him my first time."
The man sitting across from her looked on, feeling awkward and unsure how to respond to the flood of personal information he had just heard.
"Lady, how about we go to my room and have a proper conversation?" the man suggested, eyeing Agatha.
"Get lost!" a deep voice snarled in anger.
Turning his head, the man was met with a fist hurtling towards his face. Struck by the punch, he crumpled to the floor.
Tony reached out to Agatha, helping her up while grabbing the glass of liquor. "That's enough, no more drinking," he said gently.
"Are you Mr. Singers?" Agatha asked, pouting.
Ignoring her question, Tony guided her out of the bar. The sun was already high in the sky as they emerged from the dimly lit establishment.
Tucking Agatha into the car, Tony settled into the driver's seat. "Take me to meet Mr. Singers," Agatha implored.
Ignoring her request, Tony started driving towards his home, but Agatha persisted, repeatedly demanding, "Take me to Mr. Singers!"
Growing increasingly frustrated, Tony eventually reversed the car and headed towards the hospital to find Mr. Singers.
As he braked to a stop, Agatha stumbled out of the car towards Mr. Singers, who was preparing to leave to buy essentials for Andrea, who will be staying in the hospital for a few more days, so the doctor could monitor her health and the well-being of her unborn child.
Mr. Singers frowned as he saw Agatha, clearly intoxicated, approaching him. "Mr. Singers, I love you!" Agatha shouted at the top of her lungs, oblivious to the public setting.