PAIN

After a refreshing bath, he wrapped a towel around the lower part of his body and exited the washroom.

His clothes were neatly folded on the bed. But aside from that, two young ladies were standing. 

They gasped silently as they saw his godly body. Their cheeks flush red, and they clumsily bow low.

"He's so fucking handsome," one of the girls mumbled to herself and kissed her lips nervously. Her cheeks reddened like full-ripped tomatoes.

"And why are you two in here?" he asked, seemingly not surprised, knowing for the fact who sent them in there. 

His eyes captured the packages on the table, and he sighed.

"What's this stuff, and who sent them in here?" he asked firmly, jolting out the two awed girls lost in their fantasy, still nervously admiring his perfect straight legs. 

The girls exchanged awkward glances, their faces still flushed from the unexpected encounter. It's the first time they have seen him in real life: Jimmy Scott, the infamous billionaire. 

They normally see him in magazines and on social media, but never for once had they thought they'd be seeing him in real life, even knowing fully well that he's the only son and the legal heir of the Scott family.

His handsomely built body was tattooed beautifully, suiting his flawless white skin. And his long, mesmerizing legs were straight and beautiful. 

The girls' eyes lingered on his toned physique.

'Any lady would be lucky to spend just a night with him. But... It's rumored that he's a beast, or perhaps it's just a rumor,' one of the young ladies assumed.

"Yes, master, we're sent here by the godmother to get you dressed up to your fullest, and here are the clothes he selected for you; it seems like the best clothes now since it's winter. 

You might want to have them worn already since it's all perfectly made for you; your mother really has a good sense of picking for you, master," one of them nervously said accordingly, making sure he found no fault in what she just let out.

"Get out," he firmly instructed, his voice seemed normal but frosty and very authoritative, making the girl shrink back at once and quickly bow low, then nervously skedaddle out of the room.

"And you get those shits outta here now," he instructed firmly.

"Y--ess master," she stuttered, her hands trembling as she gathered the packages. 

As she was about to leave the room, the packages fell from her hands due to her clumsiness, and they scattered on the floor. 

His gaze shifted there, and the view intrigued him so much that it sent a flash in his head. Then, drawing him closer, and closer that made the lady flinched back instantly. 

He picked up one of the clothes. A turtleneck sweater with his pent name on it, Snopjay. 

He stares deeply at the cloth; it's so familiar that he remembers he used to love turtleneck sweaters when he was just a little child.

Then, all of a sudden, his childhood memories kept sweeping back, although it was blurry, but no, he wanted to know everything that happened to him fifteen years ago. 

He never sees the details; all he sees are some blurry pictures of a child, and he is sure that's him, but the blur always frustrates him, fueling his desperation to recall.

So he struggles, fighting harder to know everything, at least a bit.

He fell on his knees all of a sudden as a result of him fighting harder with himself. 

He held his head firmly, and his blue eyes turned red instantly while his body was trembling hard as if he had a fever, but that was definitely not the case.

His loud shriek made the girl shrink back in fear; she'd never been so terrified in her life. 

She couldn't gather anything she could do to help at that moment because she was freezing herself. Ben rushed in all of a sudden with a widened gaze. 

"Get out!" he shrieked, and the young lady flinched as if what happened a moment ago wasn't enough, and this again? Her hands trembled as he piled up the packages on each other and skedaddled out of the room.

He touched his earbud.

"Be in Scott's mansion in five minutes." He transmitted the message over.

After some minutes, Irene, Jimmy's personal assistant and nurse, entered the room, her youthful appearance contrasting with her professional demeanor."

"Irene," the man sighed in relief.

The lady Irene took out an injection from her bag. The scent of antiseptic wafted through the air as she prepared the injection.

Then she squatted to inject him. The injection was quick to react. 

His trembling body started calming down and his muscles relaxed, but his lids could not stay open any longer.

Ben assisted Irene in getting him to bed, and she covered his body with a duvet.

The soft duvet enveloped his trembling body, a brief respite from his inner turmoil.

The young lady sat on the couch while Ben remained standing. She watched him drift to sleep. 

'Well, let's just say they're used to seeing him this way, and sincerely speaking, it's not even the worst pain they've ever witnessed him go through. 

He suffered extremely agonizing pain from time to time, even more fierce than twice this. 

And they wondered when he'd stop experiencing this excruciating pain as time passed by.

They can feel how dreadful the pain he feels within him every single day of his life. 

The pain's crushing weight squeezed the air from his lungs, making every breath a struggle.

It was like a physical force searing and burning along his veins, making it impossible to think of anything else. 

It was overwhelming and inescapable.

The intensity of the feeling was all-consuming, shaking his every core and making him utterly powerless against it.

Sometimes, it's nightmares, and sometimes, this extremum vital pain during the day, and at times, they spot their boss drinking all night just to skip his sleep.

The pain can be so dire that he's even afraid of closing his eyes, and this is a problem. 

When he doesn't sleep, he'll get weak during the day, and this is a problem too; it's dangerous to get weak during the day.

All this, with all the experiences of extremely harrowing pain they witnessed him go through, they've learned to leave with him, and only the two of them and some of his companions knew about this.

It's not new to them, but whenever things go wrong like this, they're the only ones responsible for making him feel better at any time. 

Nobody except them. And this has been happening every day of his life. Working for him can be tough, but the payments are also worth it.

Beatrice was able to get him here yesterday all because he was drunk.

When he gets drunk, he loses his mind completely, and Beatrice also loses her ability to think right.

Sometimes they just wondered why he never cried out in despair, why his life was like this, and why he had to experience this excruciating and fabulous pain at his young age as if he had accepted who he was—accepted his destiny. 

Going through immense pain every day of his life. He's too damn young for crying out loud...'

The young lady shrugged the thought off as she pressed her lips together with a slight frown.  

Witnessing his vulnerability tugged at her heartstrings, filling her with empathy.

'She's his assistant and his nurse. Seeing him experiencing this terrible pain and tremors tremendously weighs her heart always. 

Like it's really happening in real life and to him of all people. 

So someone could be this fabulously rich in everything yet still not happy? Seriously, pain, don't select people to deal with.'

Different thoughts raced in her head as she pressed her lips together nervously. She watched as his trembling body calm down gently.

Being the nurse, she knows how to calm him down in any situation like this, but it's only temporary. 

It won't last forever because there's been no permanent care for him to date. 

Her thought lingered as she sat there, mesmerized by Jimmy's peaceful face, a rare respite from his turmoil.

Her gaze loitered on his features, his allure was undeniable despite the pain etched on his face.

The injection she had given him was not going to make him sleep that long, but barely closed his eyes for just a thirty-minute nap.

She watched him sweat. Here he goes again, dreaming just like every other day. He could wake up any minute from now.

He slowly opened his eyes; they were still red but not extreme; they would surely return to normal in no time.

Jimmy sat up carefully, his gaze locked onto Ben, his expression assertive. 

"Ben, is everything set?" He asked firmly, pain-free in his voice as if nothing just happened moments ago.

"Yes, boss," he bowed, and, the duo exited the room. 

His phone rang, and he picked it up immediately.

"We found him, boss." The caller informed, and his expression changed immediately to something cold and dangerous.