‘What's he talking about? Oh my God! He's such a sexaholic!'

Wesley leaned over her, but she put her hands on his firm chest.

“No, no! My leg's hurt! Did you forget that?"

"There is nothing wrong with your leg," he simply said. ‘Otherwise, I wouldn't have driven you home.*

He kissed her deeply, and she responded to his eager caresses. Their moans filled the apartment, and love was in the air.

ALL was quiet in the dead of night. Wesley left the apartment, a satisfied smile on his face.

He drove to the hospital and went to Niles' office. His brother was sound asleep.

Wesley threw back his covers and dragged him up.

"Hey, I need to tell you something. Listen."

Niles yawned. He couldn't open his eyes-he was too sleepy.

“What?” he grumbled.

“Open your eyes!" Wesley ordered in a cold voice.

Niles had to do as his brother said.

"Bro, it's 3 in the morning. Why aren't you asleep?"

Ignoring him, Wesley demanded, “I need you to drive her to work and pick her up every day until her leg is better..."

Niles couldn't believe what Wesley had just asked him.

"Hello? I have to work too, you know. I'll be late if I send her off first," he protested.

Figure it out yourself," the elder brother nonchalantly replied

"Fine. All right." Niles had no other choice but to comply with

Wesley's demand.

“Second, you have to update me with how she is, every day."

“But I'm not a spy,” Niles retorted. But he knew Wesley wouldn't take no for an answer.

“Okay, fine. I'll update you every day," he replied in defeat.

“That's all I'm asking you. Promise me you won't forget."

“Yeah, yeah. Those are just two things. I won't forget," Niles promised.