Jesse’s POV:That morning, I had told Trevor to pay for Tamara's father's surgery at the hospital and to book a VIP room for him."Really?" Trevor had said to me. "Aren't you going too far with a VIP room?""No, I don't think so. I just feel like doing it," I replied.Later in the evening, I was buried in paperwork at the office, trying to wrap up the day’s tasks when my phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, I saw a message from Kevon. I opened it and felt a surge of anger and annoyance as I saw the pictures of Tamara kissing the same guy she had been hugging the other day.My jaw tightened, and an inexplicable mix of emotions flooded me. Why did this bother me so much? I couldn't focus on anything else. Slamming my file shut, I grabbed my keys and left the office without a second thought.The drive to Tamara’s house was a blur. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, my knuckles white. My mind raced with questions and frustrations. Why did I care so much about who she was with?When
Jesse’s POV:I drove to her apartment. As she stepped out of the car, I noticed her suddenly collapse to the ground, my heart lurching in fear. "Damn it, she's too stubborn," I muttered under my breath, rushing to her side. She was unconscious and was really heating up, her body limp in my arms.I picked up my phone and called Trevor immediately. "Call the family doctor now. Tamara just blanked out. Let him meet me at the house," I ordered urgently, my voice betraying my anxiety.I don't like public hospitals because bloggers are everywhere looking for news. If anyone sees me, they might probably frame up fake news, so it's better to just receive the treatment at home.Swiftly, I placed her carefully in the car and sped off towards my house, my mind racing with worry. I couldn't bear the sight of her unconscious form beside me, her feverish state alarming.Upon arrival, I carried her swiftly into a room, the urgency palpable. "Get a cold water pad," I instructed one of the maids terse
Tamara's POVAs I looked up and saw him standing there, my heart skipped a beat. His expression was a mix of concern and something deeper, something that made my pulse quicken despite myself."What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and guarded.He hesitated, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. "I... I wanted to see if you were okay," he finally said.Anger flared up within me, more at myself for the emotions I couldn't control than at him. "I'm fine, please go. I don't want anyone suspecting I have anything to do with you," I said, my voice sharp.His face fell slightly, disappointment and guilt evident. "But you look pale," he said softly. "Do you mind if I take you to the hospital after class?"For a moment, his concern made my resolve waver. But I couldn't afford to let my guard down. "No, thank you, Professor Jesse," I replied, emphasizing the formality to create distance. "I have a class now."I gathered my books quickly and left, trying to ignore
Later that evening, I was feeling slightly better when Jesse entered the room with the prescribed drugs and food. For no reason, I was feeling really hungry. I devoured the food first, then glanced at the drug. "The doctor said you have a fever and need rest," he reminded me.I glanced at the pills with dread. I really hate drugs. "I hate drugs," I mumbled under my breath."But you have to take them. Or should I tell the doctor to come and give you an injection instead?" he teased, a playful glint in his eye."Nooo, that would be worse!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in horror. "Please, can we just pretend I was never sick and forget the medicine? I'm fine now," I said, stretching my arms out in an exaggerated display of wellness."Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Then why don't you stand up and jump ten times instead?"I hesitated, my bravado faltering. "Hmmm," I stammered, searching for a way out."Okay, let's do it this way. What do you want me to get for you in exchange for
Jesse's POV:Night had descended, and Trevor had left after bringing Tamara some blueberries. Tamara told me she felt better and wanted to go home. Surprisingly, I agreed. As we walked towards the door, Aunt Serena walked out of her room, catching us in the act."Where are you two going?" she asked."I want to drop Tamara at her place. It's late, and she needs to go to school tomorrow," I explained."Nooo, she isn't going anywhere," Aunt Serena refuted in her authoritative tone. She turned to Tamara, holding her hand. "Tamara dear, I'll be here for a week. Would you mind staying so you can keep me company?""Hmmm," Tamara blurted out before she realized. "I'm sorry, I...""I know you won't refuse. Thanks, Tamara," Aunt Serena interrupted, leaving Tamara speechless."Aunt Serena," I called out in frustration."Stay out of this, Jesse," she scolded, leading Tamara to the dining table for dinner. "Join us, Jesse," she instructed in her usual authoritative tone. As we sat around the table
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