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

end, she'd forgotten all about

worried outside after not seeing her come

hesitated, "Could you buy

come out

can't, not just yet," Lemira

"What's up? Be

her cheeks flushed as

grew up with brothers,

men, clueless

The

their maid who

the

with embarrassment. This was, after

in relief, "I'll go buy some.

waiting for

convenience store downstairs, staring at the array of pads,

a handsome guy enter but felt a pang of jealousy seeing him peruse the feminine hygiene, products-clearly

night use? We also

slender finger,