Sato went to bed after having his meal. He was dead exhausted from the hike earlier and didn't even bother to take a shower before knocking out.
The poor boy was still in his dirty sports wear. He laid in a fetal position on the side of his bed, sleeping peacefully.
Gray came into Sato's room. He had predicted this was going to happen. Holding onto a small pail of warm scented water, Gray walked up beside the sleeping Sato. He moved the boy more to the middle of the bed, helped him take off his dirty clothing, even his underwear.
The naked young man was left exposed to Gray in all his glory, yet he slept unmovingly. Gray knew he wouldn't wake up, or else he wouldn't do so brazenly.
Picking up a soft cloth, Gray wet it and wringed it dry. He wiped it across Sato's body gently, making sure to cover all areas. He went from the boy's face, down to his chest and arms, all to the way to Sato's crotch area. Gulping his saliva, Gray controlled himself as if he was looking at a delicious piece of meat. Sato was like a prey in Gray's eyes. He was a man after all.
After wiping all the dirt off the boy, Gray lifted him up lightly as he helped him wear on his pajamas. Sato now wore a panda patterned pajamas that made him look like a child.
The general left the room looking untouched as if he was never there. The two butlers that stood guard by the door were shocked at how nice their young master was to Sato. Never in a million years would they have thought that Gray would help clean someone up. At the very most, he may ask one of them to do the work for him.
Gray went back to his room. He himself laid on his bed, his arm covered his eyes. Today was also very mentally exhausting for Gray. He was constantly worried for Sato. His mind was frantic and panicky. Even just now, when he was cleaning up Sato, it required Gray to have a certain amount willpower to not do anything to him.
When will you recover back your memory, Sato?
Gray slept early that night too. He woke up before dawn and went for a quick jog. Taking the scenic route around the compound, Gray jogged through a natural valley that was just along his hilly compound. The sun gradually rose in his backdrop as he made his way home.
The sweaty Gray was wearing a dark blue windbreaker as beads of sweat could be seen suspended on his forehead. The man emanated testosterone that made the younger maids in the house go crazy. How was their boss still single?
"Hank." Gray called out to his butler that was standing by the door.
"Yes, young master."
"Help me cancel the lunch reservation with Poppy today."
Hank stayed quiet for a while before answering his master.
"Sir, may I be honest? I do not think it is very appropriate for me to cancel such a reservation for you."
"Why is that?" Gray wiped his sweat as he answered nonchalantly.
"After all, Ms. Poppy is known to be a little..." Hank tried to think of a word of describe her. "Overwhelming. She will not take my words as an answer. It would be best if you did it yourself, Master Gray."
The lady that Hank is scared of is Poppy Handsworth. Ms. Poppy is the eldest daughter of the Handsworth family, a powerhouse family in Country Z. Her father was also a Major General in the army. Her grandfather was a retired Lieutenant General, the second highest position anyone can receive during service.
Ms. Poppy had a thing for Gray ever since the dinner party that was held in her house 6 months ago. Gray was forced to attend and it was there that Poppy saw the handsome and masculine Gray. She had been pestering her father to help set them up together for the longest time. It was only after promising Gray a certain percentage of his military budget that Gray complied.
"I did not hire you to say no to my task." With that, Gray left the hopeless butler and went to take a shower. Now, Hank must face the wrath of the young lady of the Handsworth family all by himself.
Hank went to the house telephone that was a victorian era replicate. Turning the dial, he inputted the Handsworth's family number. Within a few short rings, a young lady answered the phone with an excited tone.
"Hello, is this Mr. Gray?" The girl that answered was non other than Poppy. The house phone displayed that it was Gray's household number. She had ran to the phone from her room when she knew that he called.
"I'm sorry, young miss, but this is Hank, Master Gray's butler speaking." Hank started to sweat slightly.
"Oh. What's the matter for you to call?" Poppy's tone changed as she sounded dull.
"Well, Master Gray isn't feeling very well today. I am calling on his behalf to inform you that your appointment with him must be postponed." Hank sweat even more.
"What?! My darling, Gray is sick? Oh no!" Poppy was extremely worried.
"Yes. Yes. It is very unfortunate."
"Well, that means that I must come and visit him today!" Poppy's mood changed for the better. She thought that if Gray saw her when he was vulnerable, he would definitely fall for her.
"Oh no, Ms Poppy. I do not think that is a good..." The phone line cut off. "Idea..."
Hank knew that he was in deep shit.