Taming The Las Vegas Playboy

Chapter 37 - The Messages

"Hey, calm down, my dearest. My brother loves animals, I assure you. Don't think too much. It's only a joke."

Sam consoled his friend. Saw that she had walked back and forth with the grumpiest expression he had ever seen. So now his brother knew he was lying. Sam also had a problem himself now. Stefan did not like people to lie to him. Sam hoped that he didn't get too angry. It's the second time Sam helped Wirata to lie to his brother.

"Sam is right, Wine. Stefan won't do any harm to your puppy. He used to have a dog so I think he would have kindness in his heart for dogs."

Sophia helped Sam to soothe the bad situation. She didn't know how much kindness Stefan held for human beings, but for dogs, she thought he had a soft spot for them. Sophia knew Tiger, Stefan's dog, for a short while before he got hit by a car. She saw that Stefan treated him dearly when he took him to his father's mansion in Boston.

"He is using Summer as a hostage to make me go back. "

Wirata muttered with anger. She knew his purpose. He wanted her to go back to pay. Summer was with him now. Wirata did not know how they could get to Summer. She had sent an email to Evelyn yesterday, telling her that she was in England and asked her to look after Summer just for a short while. Wirata only guessed that Evelyn hadn't checked her e-mails yet.

"So, what do you want to do? My brother is good with dogs he can look after your puppy and you can stay here with us a bit longer."

Sam asked. He's ready to support her whatever she decided to do.

"No way that I'll let Summer to be raised by the brutal evil mafia. he would grow up to be a heartless mafia dog just like your brother. I'll have to go back to save my baby."

Wirata said with a serious face. Her statement made Sophia and Sam look at each other and turned their face to the wall to hide the smile. The image of little Summer as a mafia dog was so amusing.

Wirata turned to Sam.

"Could you do me a favor, Sammie?" Wirata said to Sam after pondering for a moment.

"Sure!" Sam said with an alert in his voice.

"I want to send some messages to him!"

Wirata said, sat down on the bed. Sam sat and then Sophia followed. Sam was in the middle, he turned his phone screen on and tapped on the Messenger app.

"My brother doesn't use Messenger though. " Sam told Wirata.

"Send it to Ben. I know he will report his boss for sure." Wirata said with a confident voice.

"Please type what I say, okay?"

Wirata said to her beloved Sam. He nodded and started to type.

"Hi, Ben. The following is a message from Wirata, Stefan's Missy. "

Sam typed the first sentence and got a fist smashed on his back!

"Delete it now, Sammie! I am not his Missy! " Wirata scowled.

"Oops! Sorry, already sent, can't delete."

Sam gave Wirata a sheepish smile.

******

At the penthouse on the top floor of the Grand MC Hotel.

"Hey! Stay still, Summer! Don't move. Be patient, I'm going to be quick, boy."

The loud noise was from the bathroom. Stefan and James were wrestling with Summer, showering him to wash all the red wine of his body, especially on his neck.

"Eh! Eh!" Little Summer was making noise along with the shouting. He tinseled and wiggled until two tall men were wet just like him.

Summer was very scared. Two men were holding Summer down and sprayed a lot of water on him then put unfamiliar shampoo on him, a lot of it! They were not very gentle with their big hands, not like his mommy. One of them tried to hold Summer to stand still while the other scratched all over his body.

"Eh! Eh! Ruff!"

they didn't understand that Summer was afraid of being in too much water. He was only small, didn't need this much water and shampoo. Summer hoped they were not going to drown him to death!

"Eh! Arf!" Summer tried to tell them but they didn't listen.

"James, you fold his ears, I'll rinse the shampoo off. "

Stefan told James. And then sprayed water behind Summer's ears.

"Um, please be gentle, boss. Summer is only small, he is not like your Tiger. "

James warned the boss when seeing the boss was enjoying showering the puppy with his big hands scratching him all over to get rid of the shampoo. Tiger was a very big Alsatian dog, as big as a real tiger that's where his name's from. But Summer was only a small Yorkshire Terrier. His size was only Tiger's paw.

"He's cold so I want to be quick, that's why I sprayed a bit extra of water. Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind. Understand?"

The boss always had reasons to support his actions.

"Arf!"

"See? Summer agrees with me, don't you, boy? I think you're clean now. And I'll give you a special treat for being a good actor. Let's get you dry now, come on."

James handed a large towel to Stefan. He wrapped the puppy and carried him out of the bathroom.

Ben heard the voice of two big men and a tiny dog ??in the puppy's room.

Ding!

A message arrived in Ben's inbox. He immediately tapped to open and read. It was from Sam.

?Sam: Hi Ben. The following is a message from Stefan's Missy. "

Just the first sentence made Ben run quickly to the puppy's room.

"Got messages from Miss Wirata, boss!"

Ben shouted with excitement.

"Really?!"

Stefan responded, rushing to look at Ben's Ipad and read the messages. Very long messages.

'I just saw the pictures of Summer you've put on your Facebook. As I'm not going back to Las Vegas anymore if you are thinking with doubts right now so, that is the answer. If your boss wants to kill my puppy, let him do it.

If he decides to take his life, here is my advice. Please make sure to arrange the funeral for him. Because Summers is a Buddhist, you must perform the ceremony correctly. Otherwise, Summer will not be able to reborn, and that will be very bad karma for a bad jackass who kills him. Because that person will not be able to reborn as well. According to his sin, he will go to hell and be held in the deepest abyss. Then after serving 500 lives in the hell jail, the murderer will be born again as a dog with scabies for 500 lives to serve his karma!

?If your boss doesn't want to reborn to be a dog with scabies, the day after tomorrow at 5 p.m. take Summer to the vet clinic to treat fleas, louse, lice, and ticks. The clinic address as below. Tell your boss that I will never go back to Las Vegas. And tell him that karma travels fast like a rocket, it will soon hit him right on his backside if he not careful! Amen!

Do not waste time harassing me. Because I wouldn't be stupid sitting and sipping English tea to wait for you guys here at Sam's place. To give you a hint, I'll still be in England but will move around just for fun and having the time of my life!

'The vet clinic address:...'

Stefan repeatedly read the text several times. Did she not care that he would kill her dog? She didn't care about the puppy and won't come back!

"Cruel woman!" Stefan muttered furiously.

James carried Summer which remained shaky because he had just taken a long shower. He handed the puppy to the boss. Stefan picked him up and carried him as though he was holding his baby.

"Poor boy. Your mommy has left you. She doesn't care about you anymore. But it's okay, don't worry. Daddy's here. I'll look after you, boy."

The boss murmured to Summer. Ben and James looked at each other and then rolled their eyes.

Their boss was completely gone.

"What do you want us to do, boss? Shall I and Ben fly to England?"

James asked. The boss was walking back and forth with Summer on his shoulder. The dog was sniffing him before closing its eyes to take a nap.

"No need. Just wait and see. I know she's planning something. She will not write all this shit just to inform us that she won't come back. But there is something between the lines on her messages."

Stefan said after reading her messages several times. He did not realize that she had made him use the brain in a silly matter more than any time in his life. The work seemed to be secondary to him at the moment. But luckily, his work had no problem. Everything was running smoothly as usual.

But the problem with Wirata was distracting him. He had to do something about it otherwise, he would not be able to focus on doing other things else.

Was she still in England? If she did not want him to follow her, why she told him where she would be.

Except ... except she wanted him to misunderstand and believe her words.

Won't come back?

Really?!