Tamara's POVI woke up that morning feeling more relieved. I rolled over, expecting to find Jesse beside me. But he wasn’t there.A wave of worry crashed over me. Did he leave for work without saying goodbye? My heart raced at the thought, or did something happen again I questioned myself the unease getting at my gut. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. I sat up and glanced at my phone, hoping to see a message or a missed call from him. But Nothing. Just silence.I tried calling him, my heart pounding with each ring, but it went straight to voicemail. Panic began to bubble in my chest. What if something had happened to him? The thought sent a chill down my spine, and I quickly shook my head, trying to dismiss the panic.Time had gone and it was getting close to evening. Just as I was about to throw on some clothes my phone buzzed. I picked it up, and my breath hitched in my throat. It was a message from an unknown number. Hesitantly, I opened it, and my heart dr
Jesse's POV If there was anything like the worst days of one's life, then it would be these past few days. My father is disappointed in me, and the only woman I’ve ever truly loved Tamara seems to be done with me. I couldn’t blame her. But how had I let this happen? I felt broken, like everything I’d built up in my life was crashing down around me.I woke up today with my head pounding, as if it was trying to punish me for whatever mess I'd gotten myself into. The room spun as I sat up, my body heavy with the weight of everything that had gone wrong. There was a faint hope inside me that this was just a nightmare, one I’d eventually wake up from, but the cold reality was settling in faster than I could shake it off. I was in my room, alone, but that didn’t erase the memory of me in bed with Christina from the night before.Christina.My stomach twisted in knots as the fragmented images came rushing back. Her smirk, her hands on me, the look of triumph on her face. I didn’t even know
Tamara's POV "I will get you a furnished apartment tonight and triple your salary if you would be my fake girlfriend," he said to me. "And why would you think I'd do that?" I asked, giving him a nonchalant look. "You're left without a place to stay after using all your earnings to pay off your parents' debt and cover your tuition fees. Despite needing help, you would rather find a solution yourself." "Are you stalking me? How do you know all this?" I questioned, with disbelief written all over my face. "I have my ways, Tamara," he responded with a stern look. "You even know my name." ➨➨➨➨➨➨➨➨ Tears streamed down my cheeks as I read and reread these words on my computer screen: "Congratulations, Tamara Hinds, you have been offered admission to study at the University of Wellsbrough." For three long years, I had to put my dream of attending college on hold after finishing high school. My parents were struggling with debt because of my dad's medical bills, and my mum's
As the lecturer began his lesson, he introduced himself. "By now, I believe you all know my name is Jesse Carter." His voice stern, “Could he be related to the Carter's family?” a girl behind me questioned. “Obviously not, none of the Carter's would ever stop so low to teach at a lowlife university” another answered. I focused intently, jotting down notes and paying all my attention to him. Suddenly, he turned in my direction, and our eyes locked for a moment. His piercing blue gaze felt almost accusatory. "You," he said, pointing directly at me. "Explain what I covered yesterday." I turned around to see if he was referring to someone near me, but my heart sank when I realized he was addressing me. Summoning up the courage, I replied, "Sir, you sent me out of class yesterday." He raised an eyebrow, his expression hardening. "And you think that's an excuse? If you weren't present, you should have read extensively to catch up. I don't condone unserious students. Get out of my c
Jesse's POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains as I woke up, the day stretching ahead with its usual routine. Today was just another day, or so I thought. I arrived at the university early, ready to start my lectures. As the first class began, I scanned the room, my eyes catching sight of a girl trying to make her way inside. Our gazes locked for a moment.She was stunning—her presence seemed to light up the room. Her hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes held a quiet intelligence that drew me in. I felt a strange sensation, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was captivated, almost mesmerized. For a moment, I found myself staring, lost in her beauty. Immediately, I snapped back to reality, anger bubbling up inside me. How could I let her affect me like this? It was unprofessional and inappropriate. In a harsh attempt to regain control, I ordered her to leave."You're late. If you can't come early, you can't be in my class. Get out," I said, my voice sharper
I got home, worry gnawing at me. The image of the girl from earlier kept flashing in my mind, and the thought of getting a girlfriend in 24 hours was all over my mind. I grabbed my phone and called Trevor, my personal assistant and best friend. “Trevor, I need you to meet me at my house. It’s urgent,” I said, trying to mask the anxiety in my voice. When Trevor arrived, I wasted no time. “I need you to do a search on a girl,” I blurted out, pacing the room. Trevor looked surprised. “A girl?” he asked, giving me a fishy look. “Yeah, there’s this student… she’s been stirring up some unwanted emotions in me. I need to find out about her,” I explained, trying to sound casual but feeling anything but. Trevor’s eyebrows shot up. “Unwanted emotions? Are you okay, Jesse?” “I’m fine,” I snapped, then softened my tone. “I just need to know more about her. And… I need a girlfriend. Find a girl to act as my girlfriend for tomorrow.” Trevor was taken aback. “A girlfriend in 24 hours? Jesse,
The rest of the vening continued with me answering all the questions Dad and Aunt Serena threw at us. Ranging from different series questions like how fast we are pacing our relationship, that was none of my business there isn’t any relationship after all. I just wanted to pull through this night. I noticed Tamara sitting quietly, her eyes darting between the speakers, absorbing every word. I knew I had dragged her into my mess, but I was rewarding her for her time, so it really changed nothing. During dinner, I messaged Trevor, my personal assistant, to make arrangements for an apartment near the university. As the evening wound down, dinner was over with Aunt Serena and Dad bidding us goodbye while Olivia just sat indifferently. I led Tamara to the car, opening the door for her before getting in myself. The drive was quiet, the air filled with the unspoken tension of her unasked questions. I could see the curiosity and confusion in her eyes through the rearview mirror. I knew
Tamara's pov The rest of the evening felt like a whirlwind, and I was just trying to keep up. When he led me to the car, the tension between us was palpable. We drove in silence, and I kept stealing glances at him, wondering about the day’s events. The realization of what I had agreed to gradually dawned on me—what exactly had I gotten myself into? We pulled up to a nearby beauty store. Jesse guided me inside, his demeanor still firm but with a hint of softness. "Pick something you like. Something elegant," he said. I could tell he was trying to make me feel comfortable, perhaps making up for his earlier harshness. My eyes darted around the store, overwhelmed by the choices. After I selected a dress, he directed the stylist to work their magic. As they transformed my appearance, I saw a different person in the mirror. Jesse watched me closely, and I thought I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—something unexplainable? It was hard to tell. Once we were back in the car, my heart