All My Love

Constant Craving

Mike picked Tina up early in the morning.

She felt refreshed after a good night's rest. She was shocked because she'd started having morning sickness and it was taking her out.

He smirked, knowing what she was feeling. "Ready?"

"Yes. I want to meet staff."

"Good." He put the Buick into gear and drove off towards their swanky neighborhood.

They made it in record time.

Mike got out and helped Tina out as he noticed two black SUVs in the drive.

"Who do you think it is?" Tina noticed him notice.

"We'll just have to see."

They walked up to a car, him protecting her.

The driver's door opened of one and a tall black American man stepped out. "Mike Chang?"

"Yes?" Mike was suspicious.

The man smirked. "Tone Williams at your service, sir."

Mike relaxed an iota. "And you are?"

"Your personal security."

"Which one-?"

"A Donald Taylor." Tone's chocolate eyes sparkled.

Mike smacked his lips. "This is my wife,-"

"Tina Chang." Tone nodded to her.

Tina was terrified of this (albeit attractive) man. "Hello."

"Your security is Mr. Hines, ma'am."

"I swear." Mike was tired already.

Tone's full lips twitched. "This is your butler, Richard Doyle."

The old stately man bowed.

"Your assistant, Bernard Collins."

The young man bowed his head.

"Your cleaning crew, Ms. Odette Peterson and Ms. Camilla Perez."

Both women curtsied.

"Your nanny, Ms. Ghele Oen."

The young woman curtsied as well.

"Your landscaper, Johnny Montega."

The man bowed.

"Your valet, Trent Cummings."

That man bowed.

"And your chef, Ms. Edie Romano."

The young woman curtsied.

Mike bowed. "Hello."

"Hello." Tina quickly curtsied.

"Would you like a tour of the outside of the home before we show you the inside?"

The staff nodded.

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Mercedes watched out the glass of the front doors as two black SUVs pulled into the driveway. "This is them!"

Puck opened the door. "Okay."

She ran out onto the front porch and waved. "Hi!"

The first SUV stopped and people got out. A tall white Canadian man stepped up to the porch, helping a few young women with him. "Jerry Clark, ma'am."

"Hi, Mr. Clark." She reached out to shake his hand.

"Just Clark will do, ma'am." He shook her hand, knowing she was friendly and would make his job harder. "I'm your personal security. And this is your staff."