Tamara's POV I was doing my thing at home that evening when I heard a knock on my door. Wondering who it might be, I peeped through the peephole. I wasn't ready for a scenario where it would be Jesse's father again, but to my surprise, it was Jesse. “What the fuck does Jesse want again?” I muttered to myself, feeling a sting of annoyance and curiosity. I wasn't going to open the door for him, but as he knocked, I couldn't help the pull of wanting to open it. No, I had made myself clear that I no longer wanted this relationship agreement. The last thing I needed was another incident of us kissing or something worse happening.I decided I was going to ignore him, ignore him totally, even at school. After several minutes of knocking, he finally left. Later that night, there was a notification on my phone. Only to see a message from Jesse. “Really? Has it gotten to the extent of him texting me?” I smirked after seeing the message. I wasn't going to reply.The next morning, I dressed up
Jesse’s POV I could barely contain the anger bubbling inside of me. I would stare at Tamara at intervals, each glance making my blood boil. Last time she was kissing him, and this time she was hugging him. It was so annoying, and I was going to deal with her for ignoring me. I was going to do it my way, I thought inwardly, ready to activate another side of me. I kept thinking of the best way to do that. As the class ended, the thought came to my mind to give an impromptu test. That would be the best time to do it.“I will be holding an impromptu test right now," I announced. There was an immediate murmur in the class as it caught everyone off guard, but that's none of my business. I was doing this to deal with Tamara, and I must get at her. As the test started, I looked in her direction, wanting to know how disrupted she was about the test. But to my greatest surprise, she was bent over her script, writing so fervently. Really? So it didn't get to her?After the test, I took the scri
Tamara's POV: “Yes, Tamara, please have a seat. Let's get started,” he replied. I let out a smirk before sitting down on the chair opposite him, my movements deliberately slow and measured, letting him know I wasn’t happy to be here . Just as I sat down, he passed a drink and a hamburger to me over the table. I stared at it, my eyebrow arching. What does Jesse even take me for a food monger? I came here because he asked me to come for private tutoring. If he weren't my lecturer, I swear I would have done something I might regret. Trying to keep my calm, I said, “I never mentioned that I was hungry, Professor Jesse, and I'm only here because you asked me to. Don't try to bring any formality into it.” I pushed the drink and hamburger back to him, my hand trembling slightly with irritation. He raised an eyebrow at me. “Why do I feel like you should be grateful that I'm trying to help you? And for that," he said, pointing at the drink and hamburger, “it isn't a formality. That's ho
Jesse's POV: The room fell silent, the tension between us palpable. “Jesse, don't tell me you caused all those scenes of me failing my test just so you could get to speak to me,” she asked, staring at me suspiciously. As her words hit me, I felt a wave of shame wash over me. How could I have stooped so low just to get her attention? “I was left with no choice. You were totally ignoring me,” I admitted, my voice strained. How could I make her see that I didn't mean to hurt her? I just wanted to talk to her, to be close to her. “Oh, how pathetic can you be,” she spat out, her anger evident. "Why do you want to speak to me so much? I am nothing to you. We were only in a pretend relationship, and I said I don't want that anymore. What else do you want to say to me?" Her eyes narrowed with fury. I stood there, speechless, as she let out her frustration. She doesn't know how wrong she is. “But I don't want us to stop,” I said softly, taking a step closer. The fact that she doesn't ev
Jesse's POV “Yes,” she replied. A pause, then more words appeared on my screen. “You are the heir of the almighty Carter family. I don't know, but I feel scared. You are a potential bachelor to many, and I don't think I can match your standard. I'm just a poor girl trying to support her family. I don't know, but I'm so scared.” I read her message and felt a wave of frustration. How could she not see that she was more than enough? I typed quickly, hoping my words could bridge the gap between us. “If I wasn't from the Carter family, if I wasn't the heir, if all these things were out of the way, would you have said yes?” I waited, my heart pounding. The silence was unbearable. Then, finally, her message arrived. “Yes.” Relief flooded through me. “Then if you can love me when I am not the heir of the Carter family, then I promise you that you can love me more with the knowledge that I am a member of the Carter family. And I am only a potential bachelor to you, just you, my Angel” I wro
Tamara's POV:The night went in a blur of me tossing and turning in excitement. I woke up kind of late the next morning, so I had to rush to class. It wasn't Jesse's class, and that made me wish it was. I can't believe the same lecturer I hated so much is now the one I'm dating and wishing for his class. After taking my bath, I stood in front of my closet, contemplating what to wear. I wanted to look good just in case Jesse saw me. I thought inwardly, Should I go for something casual or a bit more eye, catching?Finally, I picked a short blue flare gown and matched it with black platform sandals. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and applied some makeup. I hadn't checked my phone yet because I was rushing, my mind buzzing with thoughts of seeing Jesse.As I walked into the school premises, I noticed Kevon waving at me. I had totally forgotten about Kevon. Why can't he just move on already? I thought inwardly, feeling a pang of guilt. Left with no choice, I walked up to him, my steps r
Jesse's POV I sighed deeply, trying to keep my frustration in check. “I am sorry,” I apologized to Tamara, who responded with a reluctant nod, her eyes avoiding mine.“How about we go out on our date tonight?” I asked, my voice tinged with hope. I desperately wanted to make things right between us.“Okay,” she replied, a faint smile lifting her spirits. I gently pecked her forehead before finally letting go, feeling a bit lighter. I bolted out of my office, ready to confront whatever it is Trevor was talking about.As I drove to the company, my hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. Anger and confusion churned inside me, a storm brewing in my mind. Trevor better have a damn good reason for interrupting my time with Tamara.I stormed into the company building, the rapid sound of my footsteps matching the pounding in my head. my eyes narrowed. I pushed the office door open, finding him waiting with a stack of papers in his hand.“Trevor, what the hell is going on?” I demanded, barel
Tamara's POVJesse sighed deeply, clearly frustrated. “I am sorry,” he apologized, and I just nodded reluctantly, disappointed that our first date was delayed.“How about we go out tonight?” Jesse asked, staring straight into my eyes.“Okay,” I replied, a faint smile forming on my face. I was excited about our first date and could hardly wait. He gently pecked me on my forehead, making me blush uncontrollably, before he left his office.I walked home, feeling so excited. It was like a dream come true. Once I got home, I started checking out my wardrobe for the best clothes that could perfectly match the occasion. The day flew by as I found it hard to pick an outfit. Soon, night came, and there was a knock on my door. Expecting it to be Jesse, I opened it, only to find Jesse and Kevon standing there. How could they be here together? I wondered, unable to make sense of it.“What are you two…?” I started, but stopped abruptly, clueless about what to say. "Kevon?" I exclaimed, turning to