Chapter 18

Tessa

The night passed with Mr. Carter doing different styles with me, and I couldn't deny the fact that I enjoyed each of it.

I couldn't lay my hands on whether I was happy that Mom didn't sleep at home, and one part of me prayed it was always like this, but I knew that was much unrealistic.

To be practical, guilt hit me hard yesterday with every passing moment with Mr Carter, I knew Mom was supposed to be in that position, but I was the one enjoying it.

I wondered how Mom would react if she later found out about all this, but I prayed she doesn't.

I did the final touches on my head, taking hold of my bag before storming out of the room, surprised to see Mr. Carter already waiting for me downstairs.

I couldn't prepare breakfast today because I slept quite late and couldn't even wake up early, not to mention cook.

He flashed me a devilish smile, but my face remained cold. Seeing him now with that smile made another pang of guilt hit me hard, at the same time I wanted him to hol