When They Beg, I Rise!

"Yes, but I'm trying here."

Lemira's abdomen was churning, distracting her from her focus. Probably from the spicy food she'd had earlier.

Orion noticed Lemira's pale complexion and the way her lips had lost their color. He reached out, touching her forehead to check for a fever-nothing. "You feel unwell?" he asked.

Feeling the coolness of his palm, Lemira weakly replied, "Stomach ache. Probably had too many spicy dishes."

It had been a while since she'd indulged like that; her stomach was likely not used to it anymore.

Orion withdrew his hand, turned to fetched some antacid tablets, and brought her a glass of water.

Lemira took the antacid, feeling week.

Orion took her pen away, "Stop working. Rest for today."

Lemira did feel off, suspecting her period might have also started.

As she stood up, she felt it—a telltale trickle. Her face stiffened; she knew it.

Rushing to the bathroom, she found the dreaded red stain. Just her luck. Now what?

That was when she remembered she was at other people's apartment, not her home. And she hadn't bought any pads.

Dorian had confessed

end, she'd forgotten all about

worried outside after not seeing her come out, knocked on the bathroom door, "Fall

"Could you

come out

not just yet," Lemira got a

deepened, "What's

period started," her cheeks flushed as

up

all men,

issues. The first

period, it was their maid who had helped her

the door,

soft, tinged with embarrassment. This was, after all, a

sighed in relief, "I'll

for

the convenience store downstairs, staring at the array of pads,

guy enter but felt a pang of jealousy seeing him

for something for your girlfriend, handsome? Day or night use?

with his slender finger, "All of