The Hot Sextuplets

Sweet Caramel Taffy

He made his way to his car where his driver stepped aside and opened the back door for him, allowing him to place the woman he was carrying in the back passenger seat, not asking any questions as he felt he wasn't in a position to do so.

He watched as his young master managed to sit the woman down before getting into the car as well, allowing him to close the door behind him and headed to the driver's seat.

Dean sighed out as he leaned into his seat, a little worn off from carrying her as the sound of the car engine running filled his ears. He reached over to her side and pulled onto the seatbelt, making sure to strap her in as the car began to move.

"Hospital , sir?" the driver asked as he lazily glanced up in the rearview mirror, a bit exhausted from driving at a time like this, as he had been waiting for him to retire from work for the day.

"No, to the mansion." Dean explained as he glanced down at his phone and began typing on the contact of his personal doctor. "Drive quickly."

"Will do, sir." the driver nodded his head as they drove out of the company gates, steadily stepping onto the accelerator as they merged into an empty road.

Dean's eyes slowly trailed back to the woman whose head could barely keep itself on the car seat, constantly bobbing with every slight movement of the car. He watched her for a moment, watching how her brows knitted at the centre of her forehead as the fever continued to declare war inside her frail body. He could notice she was still shivering slightly, if not shaking from the sickness.

As much as he knew not to wrap her in the warmth, he couldn't help but want to cover her up from how much she was shaking. He could tell the sickness was at its peak at that moment and it was getting the better of her. He knew she wasn't fully unconscious, she was, as a matter of fact, just struggling to keep herself awake enough not to faint from all the pain in her body.

Her shirt at this point was entirely drenched in sweat from her collar down to her waist, covered in another shade from what it was before, leaving only countable spots dry. Her bra underneath was now visible for anyone to see. The white fabric

pressed against the drenched dark blue shirt, showing where the edges ended and where her breasts took over.

He could take her shirt off and wrap her in his jacket, but he knew too well she wouldn't understand the minute she woke up from her fight.

Though he knew the main reason he didn't want to remove her shirt, it was because he had never seen a woman's chest before and the thought of it alone only made his heart thud against his chest. unlike his two brothers who are almost too familiar with what naked women looked like, Dean was one of the sextuplets that never really cared about what was underneath the clothes of a woman.

It did not mean he was interested in what was underneath the pants of a man, though thousands upon thousands began to speculate he might actually be more interested in men than he was in women. He would have cleared it up if he wanted to, but he decided to let the rumor stay, just so he didn't have to get rid of women swarming around him every single day.

Needless to say, it still didn't work.

Dean turns his gaze away instead, dropping his eyes down to his phone as a message popped up just in time with the sender being his brother, Dominic.

Dominic

The doctor had just arrived claiming you called him. I'm not trying to act like I'm worried or anything, but it's 1:12am and you haven't returned. Is that the reason you are so late today?

Dean furrowed his brows as he glanced out of his window for a moment, as he almost didn't want to answer. He had hoped they would be asleep by that time, even though he knew Dominic was more of a night owl and could stay up until the sun broke out if he had no work the very next day.

It was a Thursday, however, and he assumed Dominic was asleep just like the others.

Dean

I just wanted to work late today. I'm not sick.

Dominic

You didn't answer the main question.

Dean

Check your question.

Dominic

whatever.... so why is the doctor here?

Dean

An employee at my workplace fell ill with a fever. I just want him to ease the symptoms.

Dominic.

ok.

With that, Dominic's small green light beside his profile instantly disappeared, getting Dean to sigh out when he knew he would not bother him any longer and if he were so lucky, Dominic would be asleep by the time he got there.

"Approaching the gates, sir," the driver announced as he glanced up at the rearview mirror, staring at his young master who sighed out in annoyance and clenched his jaw.

Dean glanced down at his phone and tapped on the gate icon, putting in the Mansion password to let the guards allow him inside. As the car drove closer to the gate, the gate instantly pulled apart, letting them through and towards the large mansion that was mostly made of glass with heavy thick curtains blocking the inside from the outside.

his eyes glanced towards the woman who's head was now leaned against the car's window, her expression had softened and she seemed more of sleep now as her shaking died down slightly.

He reached his hand over to her forehead, unmindful of the sweat still moistening her skin as he pressed the back of his hand against her skin. The fever had died down and she seemed to be getting better, though the heat was still too high, it was at least better than it was when they left the company building.

The car came to a stop and the driver rushed out the instant he turned the engine off, walking towards his master's door and stepping aside to let him through.

Dean stepped out of his side and walked around the car to the other door where she was seated. He opened the door and carefully unbuckled her seatbelt as he held her shoulders back just in case she was about to lean forward and off her seat.

"May I carry her in for you, sir?" the driver asked as he stood next to Dean, who gently pulled the woman out of the seat and into his arms.

"no need. Drive the car to the garage and get some rest. You should get regular checkups as well, just to make sure you don't overwork yourself while being sick." Dean explained as he walked up the stairs towards the front door. "inform the house maids and guards as well."

"dully noted sir." the driver bowed slightly before stepping back into the driver's seat and drove the car towards the garage.

Dean couldn't help but glance down at her face once more, taking in her childish feminine facial features plastered on smooth skin, skin that resembled a creamy and milky thick cup of coffee, or the sweet color of caramel taffy.