Flipping Through the Pages
Copyright© 2026 by Dragonpig
Chapter 18
The scene opened in the opulent living room of the Pig brothers’ mansion, where marble floors gleamed under crystal chandeliers and floor-to-ceiling windows revealed manicured gardens beyond. Three massage tables had been arranged in a semicircle, each occupied by one of the Little Pig brothers—successful businessmen who had built their construction and real estate empire through shrewd deals and strategic partnerships.
Beside each brother, skilled masseuses worked with practiced precision. At the first table, Drizella ran her hands along the eldest Pig brother’s shoulders, her dark hair pulled back professionally as she applied pressure to tense muscles. Her technique was flawless, years of training evident in every movement.
Anastasia worked at the second table, her blonde hair catching the ambient lighting as she focused on the middle brother’s lower back. Like her colleague, she moved with the confidence of someone who had mastered her craft, knowing exactly where to apply pressure and when to ease up.
At the third table, Little Annie demonstrated natural talent as she worked on the youngest Pig brother’s neck and shoulders. Her red curls were tied back in a neat bun, and despite being relatively new to this exclusive arrangement, she showed an intuitive understanding of her craft.
“So Wendell called,” the eldest Pig brother said, his voice slightly muffled by the face cradle. “Apologized for the delay with the shipment. Apparently, his brother got jumped on the delivery route.”
The middle brother shifted slightly as Anastasia worked on a particularly stubborn knot in his shoulders. “I have to admit, I was ready to write off the Wolf family entirely after what happened. We needed that product this week, and our clients don’t appreciate delays.”
“The man got jumped and robbed,” the youngest brother pointed out, sighing with pleasure as Annie found exactly the right pressure point. “Still, we had clients counting on us to deliver on schedule. Our reputation depends on reliability.”
The eldest brother considered this, his business mind always calculating angles and opportunities. “True, but Wendell made a compelling offer to make things right. Double the quantity of what we originally ordered, plus personal delivery within the week.”
Drizella’s hands never paused in their work, but her trained ear picked up every word. She had learned long ago that discretion was paramount in arrangements like these, where powerful people discussed business while indulging in personal pleasures.
“Double the product,” the middle brother mused with satisfaction, his voice carrying the tone of someone who saw profit in crisis. “That means we can satisfy our current orders and build up inventory for next month’s expansion into the eastern territories.”
The youngest brother chuckled, a sound of genuine amusement. “Wendell Wolf doesn’t make personal deliveries for anyone. He must really need to maintain our business relationship to offer something like that.”
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