The Allergen Sham!

Immediately they arrived at their hotel room, Pierre opened the door for Ama to enter; shortly after he puts on the lights, he swallowed his facial expressions. She is reacting; Ama's skin is swelling, her arm, face, neck, etc.

"Stop scratching, let me see," Pierre insisted. Ama walks closer to him as he examines her body. "This is an allergic effect; why is it so? What did you eat?" he asked, confused.

Ama kept on scratching her body aggressively. "I don't remember, but I know that I ate a lot from the elegant party menu,"

"That's my good girl, don't scratch too aggressively; I'll go to the establishment lab and get you some allergy medications," He said calmly at her.

"Okay," Ama muttered but instantly started scratching again.

Pierre grabs both her arms together. "Stop scratching you, dummy," He yelled at her, and she flinched.

Pierre brought out his phone from his pocket and dialed Hugo's call number. He picks on the third ring.

"Hello, Leroy," He called with a stern face. "Where are you at?"

"You've gone back to the establishment? Please can you help me make an antidote for allergy?"

"What kind of antidote?" Hugo asked.

"I'm not quite sure, but she's having a rash and swells all over her body," Pierre said.

"What is happening?" Hugo asked from the other side of the phone.

"Ama, she has an allergy, and I don't know the cause of it,"

"I think I do know the cause!" Hugo voiced out from the phone.

"What is it?" Pierre eagerly asked.

"Is she allergic to dogs?" He asked.

At that moment, Pierre understood the reason for her allergy. He then remembered he dragged her away from the American Eskimo dog a few hours ago.

"She's allergic to a dog, Hugo, please now you know the kind of medication to make! Please kindly send it to the hotel room; I'll talk to you later," He hugged up.

A few hours later, a dispatch bike drove to the hotel. Pierre went out to meet him and took the medication from him, and when back inside. Pierre walked into the bathroom to get warm water with a towel. He carried it to the sitting parlor where Ama was lying down looking faint and very sick.

"Cold..." Ama stuttered.

"Ama, please sit up and take this medicine here," Pierre handover a glass of water and also the medicine to her. She took it instantly and swallowed.

"Are you feeling any better?" Pierre asks after three minutes to see the effect of the drug as the swells slowly dry down.

"Yes, A little better," She manages to answer.

"Here," Pierre handed over her a glass of clean water. "Drink some water, it will help the dryness you're having under your throat, and it will also help the medication works faster,"

"Okay, but I need to go to the bathroom first; I need to ease myself, I'm feeling pressed,"

"Okay, girl," Pierre looked worriedly at her as he watched her disappear into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Ama was done with her business and was about to wash up her palm when she instantly saw her reflection in the mirror with this; she cringed in shock.

"Oh my goodness! Ahhhhhhhhhh," Ama screamed in shock, looking at herself in the mirror.

Pierre flinched as he jumped out of the room to the entrance door of that bathroom that was still closed. "Ama, what is it? What's wrong?"

"No...Nothing," Ama answered back slowly as her voice died down.

Did Pierre see me like this? My face is swollen, my arm, my whole body. Oh, mama mia, I look like a croissant. Ama thought with wide eyes, still seeing how awful she looked.

"Ama, it's time for the next dose of your medicine. Please come out and take them," Pierre said.

"No, I don't want to," Ama stuttered.

"Do you want the itching to continue?" Said Pierre, who is already getting pissed off.

"Hand in the medicine," She yelled from the side window for Pierre to hear.

"We need to get you tested and appropriately treated for this Allergy of yours," He announced.

"No, I'm not going to get tested at all; I don't want to; you know I hate needles, so I don't want to at all," Ama grumbled.

"No way, Ama, your allergy is so damn severe; what will happen if it gets worst when you're alone?" He clarifies the issues.

"Okay, I'll come out, but I don't want you to look at me, so can you turn around for me?" She pleaded.

Pierre smirk. "Oh, you're worried about your looks right now? You don't have to worry; My big baby girl is the most elegant and beautiful. So now, take a shower and change to something simple let's go to the establishment lab,"

"Okay," She mumbles. "Just give me five minutes to bathe and get ready,"

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Two hours later. Pierre and Ama arrived back at the hotel after they received the result of her Allergy test. Ama sat on the davenport, holding the test results that were still inside the envelope.

"Open it," Pierre ordered.

"Okay," Ama sniffs as she gradually tears the envelope and brings out the result.

"My Allergen is, dog?" Ama looked perplexed at Pierre. "I won't be able to have a dog in my home when I get married?"

"What's wrong with that? Instead of thinking of buying a dog when you get married, why not think about making babies, lots of them as you choose? The evidence of mockery is set a blazer in his tone.

Ama looked up to him with wide eyes. "Babies?" she stuttered. "Babies are a bit troublesome, but I like them, but still I also wanted to have a dog as my family pet,"

"Kids are not troublesome; they are indeed charming and fragile, and they are the best in turning a house into a home, a lovely home,"

"They are charming and fragile? And make home lively?" Ama shockingly asks, surprised at how the arrogant and emotionless Pierre will have pleasant thoughts about marriages and babies.

"Of course, they are!" He mouthed with a smirk.

"Then why ain't you in a relationship with Ms. Colette Toussaint? I saw the way you stared at her with sparkles in your eyes two days ago at the elegant ball party," Ama flushed in embarrassment, knowing fully well that she just made it known to Pierre how jealous she was the day.

Pierre frown as he folds his arm to his chest. "How could I feel that way towards her?"

"Well, she has it all. She is beautiful, she has a perfect body, and she's into you. Why don't you have a relationship with her?"

Instantly, Pierre looks embarrassed as he turns his eyes away from Ama. He arranges the dress on his body correctly.

"What nonsense? Why should I ask her out as my girlfriend? Looks don't matter because they fade; that's why it's best to be beautiful in and out or ugly out and beautiful in," He enlightened.

"You don't even want such beauty, then what is it are you looking for in a woman?" Ama pouts her lips out like a kid.

"Women are hard to handle!" He said, sounding so sternly.

"Hard to handle?" Ama asked, looking horrified by his viewpoint.

What does Pierre mean? He does not feel attracted to women? What about me then? She thought.

Ama struggled to let out the word that's hanged deep down in my mind. "So..." she continues, looking down at her feet. "Do you think that I'm hard to handle too?"

Hearing this, Pierre turns around to look at her. "Ama, what are you talking about?" He walks up to her. "Why would you be hard to handle?" he rubs gradually on her left shoulder.

What does this mean...That I'm different in Pierre's heart?

"You're still young, don't overthink about adults' businesses." He said.

Ama looks away. "I'm not a kid anymore!"

I am hearing this for the second time. Pierre flashes back to when he asked Ama if she has anyone that she likes. But the thought of her response, which is —No, made him feel so sad.

He faked a smile; then, he chuckled sheepishly. "You're not a kid anymore; you're indeed a grown-up now," He caressed her hair.

"It's getting late; go take a shower and dress properly; Hugo is treating us out for a meal," Pierre smiled at Ama, the kind that touches his brown eyes.

It still doesn't change anything that he doesn't like women because I'm also a woman. She thought.