Chapter 5
Jemaya’s POV
After school, I was picked up by the same driver who had driven me in the morning, and I couldn’t be more grateful for his prompt arrival at the school’s parking lot.
“Is anybody at home?” I asked as soon as I saw the gate of the mansion open.
“Just the big boss,” he replied curtly, yet his words made my heart skip a beat.
If only Jake was home, that meant Mom hadn’t returned from her makeover appointment yet-and I was looking forward to that.
As soon as I got out of the car, the driver parked in the garage and headed toward the bungalow in the compound where the house workers stayed.
The explanation for that? The house needed maintenance, but Jake didn’t like having people around too much. So, they were only inside the main mansion during their specific working hours or when they were needed.
Basically, everything about Jake was like a well-organized program-except for the presence of me and my mom, which I found a little strange.
But when I thought about it before going to bed last night. |
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just concluded that maybe he needed something spontaneous. And the presence of a single mother and her eighteen-year-old daughter fit right into that.
Jake was nowhere in sight on the main floor, so I decided to peek around the first floor.
After all, Mom wasn’t home.
“My guess is you’re looking for me,” said a voice that both startled me and reminded me that I was alone in this
enormous mansion-with the sexy middle-aged man who had gotten hard twice yesterday, thanks to me.
“Hmm,” I cleared my throat nervously as my heart started pounding so loudly in my chest. I gripped the stair railing. harder than necessary and turned around, only to come face- to-face with him-shirtless, wearing just a pair of shorts.
My heart thudded wildly, like it was desperate to jump out of my chest and wrap itself around him. It was the kind of feeling I imagined Victorian models gave men back in the early 2000s. And all I could do was breathe like someone struggling with asthma.
“When you’re done staring at your stepdad’s tattoos, will you come and tell me how your day was in my study?” he asked, walking toward me with a tray of water and red grapes in hand.
I swallowed hard and descended the last three steps to stand face-to-face with him. We were nearly the same height, and when I looked into his gray eyes, I saw my own reflection-just as much of a mess as I imagined myself to be.
“Yes… I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to come up the stairs,” I
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stuttered, but my gaze on him didn’t falter.
It was like a challenge-because his didn’t falter either.
“That’s okay,” he said. “I know your mom told you not to, but you can come find me anytime.”
He leaned forward suddenly, startling me. I instinctively
leaned back, my eyes widening.
“Your mom doesn’t have to know,” he whispered before straightening up and turning away.
“I’ll be in my study. Your mom won’t be home for another thirty minutes,” he said before walking off.
I was left breathless, letting out an awkward chuckle.
Was I really expecting another kiss?
I was going crazy at this point, and I knew it.
But I had thirty minutes to enjoy this place without any interference, and I needed to make the most of it.
I showered and changed into something more comfortable-a tank top and shorts. After all, I was at home, and for the first time in a long while, I didn’t have to wear pullovers and long johns to cover my skin. No risk of my dad mistaking me for my mom. No crazy landlord barging in without knocking.
This place felt like home, and I could almost understand why Mom had been acting like the lady of the house yesterday.
All of that took me ten minutes. No time for makeup. I just hurried out of my room, tying my hair into a bun-only to run straight into Jake right in front of my door.
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My head bumped into his hard chest. His hand was raised like he was about to knock.
My rubber band fell to the ground, so I was awkwardly apologizing as I bent down to pick it up.
At the same time, he bent down, apologizing too.
“I’m sorry I bumped into you,” he said. “I was just a little worried since you were taking long, and I just wanted to get to know you a bit before…”
“Oh, it’s my fault. I wasn’t looking ahead and bumped into you,” I cut in quickly. “It hurt a bit, but it’s fine.”
I picked up the rubber band-but as I did, his large hand brushed against mine.
His hands were rough, warm, and firm. My smaller hand fit into his so perfectly that I felt a shiver run through me.
The lower part of my belly tightened as if a storm was brewing inside.
The wetness I had felt earlier returned.
When I looked up to meet his gaze, he had a small, innocent
smile on his face.
It was enough to melt my heart.
That was when I realized-my first crush on a real man, one that wasn’t fictional or distant, was on my stepdad.
I felt like such a slut.
So when he said, “I’ve always wanted to have a daughter of
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my own. Do you mind if we catch up about school while I help you with your hair?” I nodded eagerly and led him into my pink room.
Then, I turned the small lock on the door.
“You can sit here, I guess,” I pointed to my bed. “I’ll sit on the floor.”
I was nervous. It was awkward. But it didn’t really dawn on me that I was in an enclosed space with a man until I was sitting between his large legs.
A pity he had changed into his usual corporate attire.
He took the hairband but didn’t tie my hair up. Instead, he let it fall over my shoulders and started massaging my scalp.
“Hmm,” I groaned as relaxation hit me.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Does it make you uncomfortable?” he stammered. “I was just trying to-”
“No, no,” I chuckled. I didn’t mean to mock him, but he was just too cute. “Please continue. I need whatever it is you’re doing to my head.”
Before I knew it, my head was lulling to the side and occasionally falling backward-right onto his zipper area.
But since he said nothing, I assumed he was unaffected.
“So, how was your first day at the best school in the state?” he asked, his fingers loosening the sore spots I didn’t even know existed.
“It was. Hmm” let out a soft moan as the tension in my
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shoulders disappeared. My head dropped onto his lap.
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“Yes? Go on,” he urged gently, like a therapist in love with his patient.
“It was a disaster,” I sighed. “I was right not to have looked forward to going to that prestigious school. Not only did I not make any friends, but I was also bullied. My introduction to the class was awkward, and everything just went downhill from there.”
I didn’t even realize I was crying until his hand rested on my shoulder, squeezing gently-both reassuring me and reminding me of his presence.
“I’m here now. It’s okay,” he murmured.
“I didn’t ask for much. I didn’t ask for anything at all. But they picked on me for every little thing. Someone even said I looked like I was fathered by a drunk.”
He ran his fingers through my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure of it.”
And I nodded, even though I had no idea how he was supposed to convince raging hormonal teenagers to be decent human beings.
By the time I finally calmed down, twenty minutes had passed.
I looked more of a mess than before-but I felt a lot better.
“Thank you,” I whispered, lifting my tank top to wipe my face- when suddenly, a knock sounded at the door.
My eyes shot up to meet his.
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But he wasn’t looking at my face.
His gaze was frozen lower.
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That’s when I realized-my crop top had lifted, and my left boob had slipped out.
Oh.
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And did I mention I was plus-size?
Yes. A literal, curvy, plus-size girl.
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