Tamara's POV I opened my eyes softly feeling someone staring at me, I saw Jesse starring with an expression full of emotions. Our eyes met and I immediately turned away the memories of last night making me feel shy. I could remember begging him not to stop gosh “Tamara you are a bad girl” I thought inwardly using the duvet to cover my face at the thought. “Come on, let me stare at you some more," he protested gently, with a little chuckle. How do I face him? The thought that he had seen me naked I moaned out his name like my life depended on it. "I'm shy," I managed to say, my face still covered with the duvet. "Why is my angel shy?" He asked, and I could feel him moving closer, inch by inch. I couldn't help blushing uncontrollably at the word angel. I can't deny I love that name so much . He gently tugged the duvet down, revealing my face. I closed my eyes and shouted, peeking at him through my lashes. Our gaze met once again, and for a moment, we were lost in each other's
Jesse's POV I woke up and headed to my office after speaking with Tamara over the phone. There will be a lot to do as I have taken a day off. I walked into the office, my steps light, and my smile refusing to fade. The receptionists gave me curious looks as I greeted them with a cheerful nod. As I approached my office, I saw Trevor waiting by my door, a mischievous glint in his eyes.“Well, well, look who’s glowing like he just won an award,” Trevor teased, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Did you win the lottery or something?”I chuckled, shaking my head. “No lottery, just a good morning.”Trevor smirked, clearly not buying my nonchalant response. “Good morning, huh? Must have been more than good for you to be grinning like that.”My smile widened. “Let’s just say it’s been a great start to the day.”“Oh, I bet it has,” Trevor quipped, his tone dripping with amusement. “Especially after you had me deliver clothes to Tamara’s apartment yesterday and you willingly took a day o
Tamara's POVI was curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over me, watching a romantic comedy that had been my go to distraction for the day. My mind kept drifting, though, replaying the moments from the other night and this yesterday with Jesse. I sighed, wishing he could be here right now. I miss him already. We talked this morning but I wanted to see him.Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. My heart skipped a beat, and I hoped it was Jesse. I quickly got up and hurried to the door, only to be met with disappointment when I saw Trevor standing there instead."Trevor," I said, trying to mask my disappointment with a smile. "What are you doing here?""Jesse asked me to bring you to his place," Trevor replied with a grin. "He has something special planned."My excitement bubbled up instantly, and I couldn’t hide it. I had been waiting to see Jesse all day, and now it was finally happening. I grabbed my phone and followed Trevor to the car. The drive was quiet at first, but I co
Tamara's POV I woke up wrapped in the warmth of Jesse’s arms, his calm breath was peaceful against my back. I blinked my eyes open and turned slightly to look at his face. His features were relaxed in sleep. My mind drifted back to last night, I couldn't help but blush as my mind replayed the kiss, the touch, the moans and whimpers. What has happened to the innocent me? now sleeping in my professor's bed, I thought with a satisfactory smile. As I stared at him, lost in thought, Jesse's eyes fluttered open. He caught me and a playful glint sparked in his eyes. "Enjoying the view?" he teased, his voice still husky from sleep. My cheeks flushed. “I wasn't staring" I protested with a cozy smile. Jesse pulled me closer and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Good morning, beautiful," he whispered. “Good morning,” I murmured back, my heart fluttering at the intimacy of the moment. I could stay like this forever, but reality was already creeping in. It was Monday, and I had to g
Tamara's POV Just then Jesse received a call for the company and he had to attend to it. I left the office and headed home, my mind still buzzing with the events of the day. The secrecy, the stolen glances, the whispered words it was exhilarating. By the time I got to my apartment, I was ready to unwind and focus on my schoolwork. I changed into something comfortable and settled at my desk, trying to concentrate on the notes from today's lecture. Just as I was getting into the flow, there was a knock on the door. I glanced at the clock, puzzled. It was late, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. Still wondering, I got up and walked to the door, peeking through the peephole. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was. Christina. Jesse’s ex-girlfriend. I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing. What was she doing here? How did she even know where I lived? Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. For a moment, we just stared at each other. Christina looked as stunning as ever, her blon
Jesse's POV I couldn’t take it anymore. It was late at night, and I hadn’t heard from Tamara. My calls had gone unanswered, my texts unread. I felt a gnawing worry in the pit of my stomach that only grew as the hours ticked by. What if she was sick again? What if something had happened to her? Without thinking, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, driving in a rush to her place. The streets were eerily quiet, the city seemingly holding its breath. I barely noticed the passing buildings and traffic lights; my mind was solely focused on Tamara. When I finally pulled up to her apartment, I parked haphazardly and ran to her door, knocking with urgency. The wait felt eternal, but finally, the door creaked open, and there she was. “Why have you been ignoring my calls all day? I was so damn sick with worry!” I burst out, my voice louder than I intended. Tamara stood there, her expression calm and unreadable. “I’m fine,” she said slowly. “Are you sick?” I asked, scanning her
Jesse's POVI woke up to the soft, rhythmic breathing of Tamara, still fast asleep beside me. Her hair was spread out over the pillow, a few strands gently brushing her closed eyes. I watched her for a moment, savoring the peace and gentleness that seemed to envelop her in sleep. She looked so beautiful, it pained me to leave her. I needed to attend something at the office before heading to the university for my lecture.Leaning in, I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Sleep tight, my latest badass,” I whispered, I just couldn't get over last night's moves, how did she learn about that? I really have no idea but I love this side of her, even though she was still lost in her dreams. I couldn't help but smile as I pulled away. “I'll be back soon.”Quietly, I slipped out of bed and got dressed, trying not to make any noise that might wake her. After a quick glance back at her peaceful form, I headed out, the memory of her soft, warm skin lingering on my lips.The drive to the office
Tamara's POV I woke up to the soft light streaming through my curtains, casting a warm glow across my room. Stretching out, I reached for Jesse, but my fingers touched cool, empty sheets instead. He was already gone. A pang of disappointment hit me, but I couldn’t help but smile as memories of last night flooded back. It was the best night yet, filled with passion and connection. I longed for him to be here with me again. Christina’s words echoed in my mind: “you can never have Jesse you lowlife” it almost got to me again but I shrugged it off. I was going to enjoy every moment I had with Jesse.Even if tomorrow he became someone else’s man, today he was mine. I got out of bed and went through my morning routine, my mind drifting back to Jesse’s touch, his whispered words, and the way he made me feel. My heart raced at the thought of seeing him again. I picked out my favorite dress, something that would make him notice me even more.I got to school, as classes began my mind won't st
Tamara's POV The day had finally arrived. After years of challenges, long distance, and dreams, here we were standing on the edge of forever. My wedding day. I stood in front of the large mirror, smoothing my hands over the delicate lace of my wedding dress. The soft ivory fabric clung to my curves. My heart pounded in my chest as I gazed at myself, barely able to recognize the woman staring back. I looked radiant, more beautiful than I had ever felt before. My veil sat perfectly on my head, and my makeup had been done flawlessly. But it wasn’t just the dress or the makeup, it was the overwhelming joy of the day. I was marrying Jesse. The love of my life. “Tamara, you look stunning,” my mother said as she stepped into the room, her eyes glistening with tears. She hugged me gently, careful not to wrinkle the dress. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I whispered, my hands shaking slightly. “It feels like a dream.” “It’s not a dream, sweetheart,” my mother said softly. “Yo
Tamara's POVIt had been four long years since I left to study abroad, and everything felt like a blur. Four years of late nights, exams, projects, and internships. Harvard had been a dream come true, but it had also kept me away from home, from Jesse.I hadn’t gone back during the holidays, deciding to take internships at top companies to strengthen my career path. Jesse was busy expanding his family’s business, opening new branches around the world. We barely had time to visit each other, except for the phone calls and video chats that seemed too few and far between.Today, though, was different. It was my graduation day.I woke up early, excitement humming through my veins as I stared at the gown hanging in my closet. I couldn’t believe the day had finally come. I was finally graduating. I had made it through Harvard, one of the toughest schools in the world, and now… now I was ready to go home. To be with Jesse. To start the next chapter of my life.I glanced at my phone, hoping f
Tamara's POVIt had been four long years since I left to study abroad, and everything felt like a blur. Four years of late nights, exams, projects, and internships. Harvard had been a dream come true, but it had also kept me away from home, from Jesse.I hadn’t gone back during the holidays, deciding to take internships at top companies to strengthen my career path. Jesse was busy expanding his family’s business, opening new branches around the world. We barely had time to visit each other, except for the phone calls and video chats that seemed too few and far between.Today, though, was different. It was my graduation day.I woke up early, excitement humming through my veins as I stared at the gown hanging in my closet. I couldn’t believe the day had finally come. I was finally graduating. I had made it through Harvard, one of the toughest schools in the world, and now… now I was ready to go home. To be with Jesse. To start the next chapter of my life.I glanced at my phone, hoping f
Tamara's POVI blinked my eyes open, a little beam of sunlight sneaking through the curtains. The faint murmur of footsteps from the living room reached my ears, and I instinctively reached out for my phone on the nightstand. I unlocked it, eager to see the news I had been dreading and hoping for all at once. I learned that they were taken to court yesterday. I just want the outcome of it.Breaking news: Olivia and Christina sentenced to prison. Olivia, the mastermind, who is also guilty of murder received a life sentence without parole, while her accomplice, Christina who is also her daughter faces a lesser sentence of five years.My breath caught in my throat. It felt surreal. The nightmare was finally over. Olivia was going to prison for life. I tossed the phone aside and sprang up from the bed, the joy of everything lifting off me in an instant. We are free. Finally, truly free from the pain and torture Olivia and her daughter has been putting us through.I couldn't wait to tell J
Tamara's POVI woke up early the next morning, the brightness of the rising sun creeping through the curtains and illuminating the room. I turned over to see Jesse still sleeping, his face peaceful but still carrying traces of the pain he was feeling deep down. Last night had been hard, perhaps the hardest moment I had ever witnessed with him. He had cried himself to sleep in my arms, a vulnerability I never thought I’d see from him. My heart ached for him, but I knew he needed rest, and I needed to do something to help.Carefully slipping out of bed, I tucked the covers back around him and left the room as quietly as I could. The house was still so quiet, and as I made my way downstairs, I realized that I hadn’t seen any of the staff around since I’d arrived. The absence of activity made the house feel so much larger, so much lonelier. But as I walked into the kitchen, I was surprised to see the cook and a few maids bustling around.“Oh, you’re back,” I said, more relieved than I ex
Tamara’s POVAs Jesse’s car pulled to a stop in front of Kevon’s house, I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the strange tension between us. The entire drive, Jesse had been acting overly protective, going on about rules like “no touching” and “one meter apart,” all because of Kevon. I knew he was jealous, and though I teased him about it, I found it oddly sweet that he didn’t want anyone else getting too close to me. His possessiveness was something we’d have to deal with later, but for now, I had to focus on meeting Kevon.Climbing out of the car, I tugged at the baggy jeans and oversized shirt Jesse had made me wear. He was determined no one else should find me attractive today, apparently. I gave him a little wave as he drove off, his intense gaze lingering on me until the car turned the corner. Smiling to myself, I turned toward Kevon’s house, eager to catch up with my friend.As I walked up the steps, something seemed off. The front door was slightly ajar. Frowning, I hesi
Jesse's POVThe usual drive to the family mansion felt so unusual today. It felt like going to my own durgen, the same woman who had been manipulating my father and I had lived in the same mansion all these years. The betrayal and silence was pressing down on me. As I pulled up the driveway, I had once thought it was perfect until it all began to unravel. I parked and stepped out, my chest tightening with every step toward the front door. My mind was racing, wondering what was waiting for me this time.As soon as I stepped inside, I froze. The sight before me was not what I expected.Aunt Serena was standing near the entrance, her eyes red as if she had been crying. But the real shock hit me when I saw my father, sitting in the living room, his face buried in his hands. And there, in front of him, was Olivia on her knees, her wrists in handcuffs with a few police officers standing close to her. She was sobbing uncontrollably, pleading with him, but her words barely registered in my h
Jesse's POV Lying next to Tamara, felt like heaven on earth. I couldn't help but reflect on how everything was finally coming together, and yet, there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Christina and Olivia. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. If someone had told me they were related, I would have laughed in their face. Now, though, it all made sense. I couldn't just still believe that my father and I were caught up in the middle of the manipulation of a mother and daughter and none of us ever found out. Every step Olivia made was all part of her planned twisted game.I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face. My thoughts were heavy, too heavy to shake off easily. But then I turned and saw Tamara, her body curled up under the sheets, breathing softly. Her face was so peaceful, but I could help but still feel guilty. I don't just deserve her. She deserved better than what I had put her through, and yet here she was, still by my side.The phone on the nightstand vibrated, d
Tamara's POVChristina stormed out of the room, her heels hitting sharply against the floor as the door slammed shut behind her. The tension in the air calmed down with her departure, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I exhaled a sigh of relief. I knew I had talked to her with so much boldness but I was still freaking inside, I stood still for a moment, absorbing the sudden quiet. Everything was finally falling into place. I turned to Jesse, my heart raced for him, but for a different reason now. He stood there, his posture tense, as if waiting for another blow to fall. His eyes, familiar eyes held a hint of guilt like he was doing something very bad. His look was getting softer. “I'm sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. With a very low tone, almost hesitant, as if the weight of everything around him was too heavy to bear. “I'm sorry for everything I made you go through. You didn’t deserve any of it.”I shook my head softly, stepping closer to him, wanting to close