SOLD TO THE MAFIA | SAILUBPON

CHAPTER 14

The day after their swimming getaway, the office was quiet, as usual.

The bright glass windows offered a panoramic view of the city below, a reminder of the empire Sailub had built a world of power, money, and influence. But to Pon.

it had become a place of comfort, a space where he felt a sense of belonging beside Sailub.

Pon was sitting by Sailub's side in the office, his legs tucked under him, wrapped in a soft sweater that Sailub had insisted he wear after the pool party.

The warmth of the sun filtered through the windows, but despite the light and the open space, Pon felt restless, something tugging at him that he couldn't shake.

Sailub was deep in conversation on the phone with one of his business associates, his voice calm and assertive as he navigated yet another deal.

Pon was used to this now, the steady hum of Sailub's work and the way his presence dominated every room. Still, Pon couldn't stop himself from fidgeting with the corner of a file on the desk in front of him, his eyes fluttering occasionally to the clock.

Pon had been feeling off all morning, but he had chalked it up to the exhaustion of their trip. After a full day of sun, swimming, and laughter, he figured it was just the toll of a good time.

However, as the day wore on, his body didn't seem to cooperate. He had a slight headache at first, which worsened to a dull ache behind his eyes, and his body was becoming unnervingly warm again.

When Sailub finished his call, he turned to find Pon staring blankly at the papers on the desk, his expression far away. He noticed Pon's face was flushed, his lips pale.

"Pon, my baby" Sailub said softly, leaning closer. "You're not feeling well, are you?"

Pon blinked, startled out of his daze. "It's nothing, Sai, I'm just having a headache and.." he said weakly, offering a small smile. "I'm just a little tired. I think I need a break."

Sailub was not convinced. He reached out to touch Pon's forehead, and his heart sank. Pon was burning up again and it wasn't good this time..

"You're not fine," Sailub said, his voice now firm, his protective instincts kicking in. "Come on, get up. We're going to the hospital. Now."

Pon's protests were weak, his body feeling heavier with each passing second. "I don't need to go, Sai. I'll be okay," he mumbled, but his body didn't obey his words.

The dizziness from his fever hit him hard, and he swayed unsteadily in his seat, making it impossible for him to argue further.

Sailub wasted no time. He quickly stood up and swept Pon into his arms, carrying him with ease despite the sudden panic rising in his chest.

Pon had always been sick, but this wasn't just the usual cold or exhaustion. Something felt different, and Sailub wasn't about to take any chances.

"Just relax, Pon," Sailub said softly as he made his way toward the elevator. "I'm taking care of you."

Pon, too tired to argue, rested his head against Sailub's shoulder, closing his eyes. He could feel the warmth of Sailub's body, the solidness of his grip, and he felt a strange sense of comfort, despite the dizziness. "I'm sorry," Pon whispered, his voice hoarse. "I didn't want to worry you."

Sailub kissed the top of his head, a gentle reassurance. "Don't apologize, Pon. You never have to. You're mine to protect."

The trip to the hospital felt like an eternity. Pon's condition worsened with each passing minute, and Sailub's mind raced with worry, but he didn't show it.