Jesse’s POV The day went by in a blur. After all my lectures, I drove home feeling utterly defeated, the weight of everything pressing heavily on my shoulders. As I walked inside the house, I noticed Trevor sitting in the living room, engrossed in his phone. "Hey, what's up, man?" he greeted, looking up briefly. His eyes flickered with concern as I collapsed onto the cushion, every muscle in my body screaming with exhaustion. "What's the matter? You don't look okay," Trevor probed, his brow furrowing. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just school stress," I replied, trying to muster a convincing smile but failing miserably. "And where's Aunt Serena?" Trevor asked, glancing around. "I don't know. She probably left after getting bored," I muttered, the memory of last night with Tamara rushing back. I had no intention of getting into the details of that awkward encounter. "So, what's up with the company and the contract we applied for?" I asked, eager to change the subject. Trevor's f
Jesse's POV:Tamara's eyes widened, and I saw an hint of hurt flash across her face before she quickly masked it with a neutral expression. Dad's gaze shifted between Christina and me, his brows raised in disappointment.The tension in the room was consuming, and I felt a rush of guilt and panic. Christina quickly stood up, stepping away clearly not looking suprised and nonchalant.“Jesse, what's going on here?” Dad's voice was stern, cutting through the silence.I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. I glanced at Tamara, whose eyes were now fixed on the floor, her shoulders tense.The room seemed to shit down on me as I tried to make sense of the situation, my heart racing. How had things spiraled so quickly? And what was I supposed to do now? I asked inwardly, staring at Trevor, who was standing behind Dad with a confused expression.“And you, what are you still doing here?” Dad asked, his question directed at Christina, who stood there with a nonchalant look.Dad had
Tamara's POV:“Tamara…” he stuttered as he stared into my eyes. “I love you. I can't explain it, but I really do love you so much. Everything has spiraled so quickly. Please don't let's end things. I want this whole thing to be real.”Those words hit something deep inside me, anger, everything I have been holding back “Are you joking? I blurted out in the harshest tone I have ever spoken, my eye furrowed in annoyance Oh, really? You are a playboy who darts from one girl to the other. What do you take me for? I just saw you kiss a lady, and now you are saying you love me. Is that love to you? I don't blame you, I blame myself for being so helpless to the extent of agreeing to a foolish thing in exchange for help.” My anger at its peak and the tears I had held back all along started pouring freely I stormed out of the room.“That son of a bitch how dear him tell me he his in love with me, what does he take me for?” I cursed out loud as I walked out of the building.Getting home my mind
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