Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love

Nancy had an understanding of women having less resistance when they were pregnant but she didn't really understand what Doris was getting at. "Okay. Later then. I'll be waiting for you." Doris sounded less gloomy than she did earlier.

"Alright, then." Nancy wore her coat and shut the door after that. She headed downstairs and drove to Jay's villa.

Doris was waiting for her at the door.

Weakly, she rested her frame against the marble pillar under the eaves. One could tell that she was tired to the bone.

"It's late, madam. May I ask where you're going?" One of the servants approached her, concern written over her face.

Tm going to get the bad guy," Doris answered bitterly.

The servant glanced at Doris' belly and then back up to look at her face. "You're heavy. How will you manage it? Are you serious about this, madam?" 'Tm not joking. I'm going to do it!" replied Doris, firmly.

"If there really is a bad guy, I think we should let the young master handle him. He's a big shot in town and I've heard that he can handle almost anything," the servant explained, her admiration for Jay noticeable in her speech.

Doris shook her head slowly. "You know nothing! Power is so intoxicating that the more powerful a man gets, the more he turns to evil," she spat the words, her voice laden with hatred.

Obviously confused, the servant kept quiet and thought for a few seconds as if trying to find the answer to a puzzle. Then suddenly, she let out a small gasp and asked, "Oh madam, are you perhaps referring to the young master as 'being evil'?"

"Who else did you think it was?"

The servant put her hand over her mouth in surprise. "Are you going after the young master, madam? What if Her Ladyship finds out? What did the young master do to make you so angry? You're a couple, madam. You could sort this out by discussing it. Why do you insist on 'catching him'?'1

"You won't understand. Besides, some things are better left unsaid. Let me ask. How old are you?"

Doris assessed the servant and decided that she must be young, her firm skin nonetheless.

'Tm twenty-two, madam," she said shyly, confirming Doris' thoughts.

"You're a few years younger than I am. You see, even if you were gullible enough to believe everything in this world, never believe what a man tells you. His confessions of love don't matter, because just like the seasons, you can't hold them down. He can take his words back when he wants. He can lie to you. He can do anything." Doris paused and then added, "Even if you do get married, watch your back and don't believe all he says."

"Is it really possible to live like that? It's so scary to hear that. If we'd always have to look over our shoulders, then it's better to stay single rather than live in anxiety and fear!" The younger woman was bothered.

Doris nodded and gave her a thumbs up. "You got it! If I could go back in time, I would never have gotten married, and not even to someone like Jay. It has been hell on earth!" "But madam, I really think Master Jay adores you," the servant said and Doris could tell that she was confused.

'Master Jay is so caring that he keeps Doris from working herself out with the chores. He prefers to handle things himself while she takes her beauty sleep and acts as the boss. I don't see why she sees such a good man as a bad person.

If Master Jay of all men is a bad person, is there any good man in the world?'

"Oh, he cares about every single woman in the world, don't you think?" Doris remarked with sarcasm, jolting the servant from her thoughts.

"Yes, madam. He's a good man, and he cares about everyone around him without lording it over!" The servant bubbled with the words, clasping her palms as she expressed her admiration for Jay. "You kind of like him, don't you?" asked Doris.

"Of course! What woman won't admire a man like Master Jay?" She paused and added in a more serious tone, "I think he likes us too!"

"Yes, and that's where the problem lies. How can he love everyone? Can't you see what I'm saying? Look how obsessed you are with him when you have no idea who he truly is," Doris sighed. "He's not like that, madam," the girl muttered determinedly.

"You still don't believe me, do you?" The servant shook her head, much to Doris' chagrin.

"How about I prove it to you?" Doris asked. She smiled as an idea flushed through her. "How do you mean, madam?" She expressed her confusion.

"You'll have to listen carefully and do exactly as I say. I'll pay you handsomely if you can help me pull this off. Do we have a deal?" Doris did not look like she would take no for an answer. "Okay, I could use the money." She paused when she realized how that sounded. Looking up shyly, she said, "Of course, madam, I'll do this because I want to help you, not just because of the money." "That's good to know." A short pause ensued before Doris continued, "You do know this conversation has to stay between the two of us, right?"

The servant nodded quickly and said, "Yes, I know that."

"Good. Wait for my instructions."

"Yes, madam."

Nancy's car drove up in that instant.

"By the way, what's your name?" Doris was friendly to the servants but she didn't know all of them by name. She knew that the one she had been talking to looked familiar but she had no idea what her name

was.

"My name is Laura," she replied, her shyness still obvious.

"Alright. Keep everything I said in mind. I'm going out with my friend." Doris walked away to meet Nancy.

"I will, madam." Laura watched her leave as she thought it through. She was almost sure that Doris was only doing these things because she was unhappy at the moment. She would forget everything in a few days and move forward. 'Don't take her seriously,' she concluded in her heart.

After all, in the grand scheme of things, Jay and Doris were married. Couples fight and make up all the time as they would again this time. She, Laura, was just a servant who might lose her job.

She was convinced that Doris didn't mean what she said.

"Are you still going to do this, Doris?" The day was far spent. Nancy was hoping that Doris had changed her mind and would decide to let sleeping dogs lie.

But Doris was even more determined. "Of course! You're here after all, so what's stopping me?"

She opened the car door and got in.

Nancy objected. Doris sounded like she was forcing her and she didn't like it.

"Well, let me clarify something here. You're the one who wants to do this, not me. You'd better understand that," Nancy emphasized firmly.

"Whatever. Let's go, Nancy!" Doris patted her shoulder.

Nancy revved the car's engine and asked, "So, where are we going?"

"First, let's go to the Breeze. It's their most popular spot, " Doris ordered.

"Alright, then. Wear your seat belt. I'll take you to the bar."

With that, they drove off to the Breeze Bar.