Chapter - 100
In the big room, Rick found himself alone and called out, "Hey bunny, co on out. I've got sothing to ask."
The master bedroom was huge, all about luxury. A giant bed took over the space, covered in soft pillows just asking for a comfy night. The room itself was like a fancy picture, with everything showing off how rich it was. The walls had a cool painting, full of colors, making the whole room look like a work of art.
The room is filled with fancy touches, like a beautiful chandelier hanging above, giving off a nice, warm light. The furniture is all fancy too, with intricate carvings that make it look really elegant. There's a super soft rug on the floor, almost like walking on a cloud. And if that's not enough, there's a comfy spot in one corner, with an old-style chair and a bunch of books of all kinds.
This special place manages to mix being cozy with being really artistic, making it a perfect hideout fit for kings and queens.
The room truly suited soone who's the head of a wealthy family.
The rabbit suddenly popped up at Rick's feet, its eyes twinkling as it looked up at him. "What do you want from , master?"
Rick wearily sat on a big chair and stretched his back, staring up at the chandelier. "Hey, let know if you know anything about that old woman's issue," he asked, "You sneaked a peak, didn't you?"
"I did take a look, but I'm not good at that, master," the rabbit confessed, its eyes reflecting a sense of guilt as if it had committed a significant error. "I'm sorry, master, but I feel like I can sense sothing off with her, yet I can't put my paw on it. It's like it's on the tip of my tongue, but I just can't say it," the rabbit explained, frustration evident in its mannerisms.
"No need to apologize. It's not like I'm the one lying in that bed," Rick reassured the rabbit with a smile, letting out a sigh.
'I need to figure out another approach,' Rick pondered.
"Master, if you can figure out the illness and its cure, I can assist you in making the dicine if I have all the herbs needed," the rabbit earnestly offered, a hint of desperation in its voice, eager to contribute in any way possible.
"You will? Thank you, little one," Rick expressed gratitude with a warm smile. "Then let figure out the source of all her problems. We've got plenty of ti to fix things. No need to rush."
"But before that, I need to send a few ssages and make so calls," Rick added, reaching for his phone. He had been off the grid for quite a few days, leaving his friends and family in the dark since he departed for Whispering Wetlands.
Rick's phone was a sea of ssages, missed calls, and more. Ignoring the overwhelming notifications, he chose to call Amanda first—his sweetheart, soone he must have been missing dearly. There were a dozen missed calls and almost fifty ssages from her on his phone.
Rick phoned Amanda. It rang no more than twice before the call was answered.
"Rick?" A voice, uncertain and filled with a mix of relief and concern, echoed through the phone.
Wearing a sweet smile that remained unseen over the phone, Rick playfully teased, "Hey babe... Miss ? Did you miss ?"
The phone call crackled with a blend of emotions as Rick endeavored to navigate through Amanda's concerns.
Amanda, clearly on the verge of tears, responded, "You... Where have you been? You disappeared without a trace. No ssage, no call. I don't even know if you are dead or alive," Amanda's voice, heavy with worry, pierced through the line.
"Hey, slow down," Rick attempted to soothe her. "Why are you killing ?" he joked, trying to lighten the mood despite the gravity of Amanda's distress.
With a touch of sweetness in his voice, Rick responded, "Hey, babe, you know I'm like, unstoppable. Nothing's gonna touch ."
Amanda, however, wasn't buying it. "You can't just disappear like that, Rick. I was so scared. Do you know how many tis I dialed your number?"
"Fine, fine," Rick conceded, understanding the seriousness of the situation. "I guess I was a bit too mysterious this ti. My bad."
Amanda, unwilling to let him off the hook so easily, shot back, "A bit too mysterious? Are you fucking kidding ?"
Rick chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Alright, maybe I went a bit overboard. But you know, absence makes the heart grow fonder, they say."
"Rick, did I do sothing wrong?" Amanda's voice carried a touch of vulnerability, her concern evident in the question.
Rick, sensing the impact of his sudden vanishing act, hastened to reassure her, "Hey, babe, no one did anything wrong. I'm genuinely not in town. I decided to take a little trip to the 'Whispering Wetlands.'"
"Whispering Wetlands?" Amanda echoed, taken aback by the unexpected revelation.
"Yeah, I didn't ntion it because I just needed so alone ti. And, just so you know, it had nothing to do with you. I'd heard a lot about Whispering Wetlands and figured it was ti to explore it," Rick explained, offering his reasoning in an attempt to justify the unplanned disappearing act.
"Look, I promise I'll make it up to you," Rick said, trying to ease Amanda's concerns. "You know , I make spontaneous decisions. I just needed so -ti, and the Whispering Wetlands felt like the perfect escape."
"Just like that?" Amanda's surprise was evident, "And to be honest Rick, except for your na and number, I practically know nothing about you."
"Yeah, just like that," Rick replied, a touch of mischief in his voice. "Sotis, a man needs a little adventure, you know?" Rick opted to leave the later part of her remark unaddressed, allowing the statent to hang in the air without further explanation.
Amanda, her tone softening, replied, "You could've at least sent a ssage. It's not like I would have stopped you. I was worried sick."
"I know, I know. My bad. I promise I'll make it up to you. Maybe I'll bring you a souvenir from the Whispering Wetlands," Rick playfully suggested.
There was a brief pause before Amanda chuckled, "Yeah, you better. You owe big ti."
"So, how's your trip going? Do you miss ?" Amanda teased Rick, her tone playful.
"Honestly, more than missing you, I've been longing for the comfy bed," Rick admitted.
"Hehehe... you deserve it. Leaving without ans dealing with uncomfortable sleep and mosquito bites," Amanda playfully jabbed at Rick.
"I ant your cozy bed, babe," Rick clarified. "I miss snuggling into your bed, feeling your warmth. Your soft skin and those captivating eyes are what I really miss."
"Your smile is like a sweet lody, and your eyes, a dance. In your love, I find myself lost, in a sweet trance," Rick recited, his words filled with romantic allure.
Blushing on the other end, Amanda exclaid, "Smooth talker, Rick. You always know how to make blush. Stop it." She couldn't help but giggle nervously at Rick's charming words.
Maintaining his suave deanor, Rick responded, "You love it, babe. Admit it."
"Rick, you're incorrigible," Amanda conceded, her voice a mixture of bashfulness and desire. "But maybe I do," she added with a hint of playful acknowledgnt.
Rick, adopting a mischievous tone, playfully remarked, "Incorrigibly charming, you an. Now, shall we skip the pleasantries and get into so real talk?"
Amanda, feigning disapproval, shot back, "Rick, you're impossible. What 'real talk' are you even referring to?"
Rick, maintaining a lighthearted atmosphere, replied, "Oh, you know, the kind that begins with innocent words but has a way of turning not-so-innocent by the end."
Amanda, her breath slightly uneven, chuckled nervously, "You're treading on dangerous ground, Rick."
"Playing with fire can be thrilling, Amanda," Rick flirtatiously responded, "and you know, I'm the kind of guy who finds the burn irresistible."
"You're incorrigible," Amanda teased, her tone a mix of amusent and mild protest.
"You know, babe," Rick whispered, his voice lowering into a husky tone, "I can't help but recall the taste of your lips."
Amanda, feeling a mix of excitent and shyness, responded, "Rick, you're being naughty. What if soone overhears us?"
"Can't resist a little mischief, Amanda," Rick teased, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but it also makes the mind wander. I want the whole world to know you're mine."
Amanda, trying to hide her smile, replied, "What are you thinking?"
Rick, letting out a low chuckle, continued, "Thinking about how your laughter echoes in my mind, and the way your body feels pressed against mine."
Amanda, her cheeks flushing, whispered, "You're such a smooth talker."
"Only because I'm talking about sothing that makes lose my smoothness," Rick replied with a smirk in his voice.
Rick, his words laced with suggestion, replied, "Close your eyes, babe, and imagine... my hands exploring every inch of your skin."
Amanda, caught in the mont, closed her eyes, picturing Rick's words.
"You're driving crazy, Rick," Amanda admitted, her voice a sultry whisper.
"That's the idea, babe," Rick responded, his words dripping with desire. "Tell , what are you wearing right now?"
As Rick spun his fantasies, Amanda, in a mix of bashfulness and curiosity, began to describe her attire, "Well, it's just a simple, tight-fitting dress, black as the night. Not too short, but enough to leave a little to the imagination."
Rick, his words a seductive whisper, responded, "Mmm, I can picture it perfectly. What about your hair?"
Amanda, playing along, replied, "Loose, cascading down my shoulders. A little ssy, just the way you like it."
Rick, seizing the opportunity to elevate the intensity, murmured, "And your lips? Are they as tempting as I rember?"
Amanda, feeling the heat rise, whispered, "Soft and waiting, just for you."
As their conversation continued in this provocative dance of words, Amanda, despite her initial shyness, found herself drawn into the seductive allure of Rick's voice. The itch that started in her belly had now spread to more intimate areas, creating a tension that lingered.
But just as they were getting to the good part, there was a knock on Rick's door, and a maid called out from outside.
"Mr Rick, it's ti for dinner."
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[A/N: And with that we have reached the 100 chapter milestone. If you are enjoying the story, keep supporting it.]
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