Chapter 5

JAZMIN

"I MISSED you, Ma," I said to myself. I buried my face in my knees and sobbed silently. I don't want to bother them with my sobbing right now. I don't want them to see me like this.

After a long bath, I went out to the bathroom and put on my white nightgown.

I went to my bed and lay down. I sighed a heavy sigh. I'm exhausted physically, but my mind refuses to shut down.

I'm thinking about Averi again. I've always wondered how she managed to keep her slender and beautiful figure over the years.

She grew into a stunning woman. I can't stop staring at her sexy toned legs, revealed in her working skirt a while ago. Her skirt was half the length of her legs, visible. I'm curious if it's still as smooth as before or smoother now.

And her ass, her ass is so sexy. I wanted to touch it, but I couldn't in front of my father. Then there were her curves and her boobs, yeah, her boobs. I want to caress it until she moans my name like she used to. Kiss her neck and her soft spot, her ears. I'm curious if it's still her soft spot right now.

Maybe I'll give it a shot?

Something isn't quite right inside of me. I'm starting to feel warm again, despite just getting out of the shower. I think I should take the ice bucket challenge right now.

Is it true that I'm 'mind raping' my future mother-to-be? But first and foremost, she was mine. But I also don't want to aggravate my father. I adore him and cannot do this to him. Ugh! Please tell me it's all a dream. Why does it have to be so complicated? Is she going to give me another chance? She didn't even recognize me or... Is she intentionally ignoring me?

I'm glad I didn't tell Dad and Hana the name of my first love. All they knew was the story of her and me.

When I told Dad I was in love with a girl and that I was gay, he accepted me. He said it didn't matter because the only thing that matters to him is that I stay with him and never leave him again.

Although we were indifferent to one another for the first two months of our relationship as sisters, Hana didn't mind as much when she found out I was gay. She didn't accept me at first, bullied me every day, and once tried to kill me by throwing a vase in my face.

She was pretty stubborn and self-centered back then. She admitted to being envious and begged forgiveness for what she did while in New York.

A month after her 'trying to kill me' incident, Dad sent me to New York. She asked for forgiveness via Skype, and our bond as sisters grew exponentially.

I'm not sure, but I didn't mean to keep my first love's name from them, but I mentally congratulate myself for not telling them her name. That was an excellent performance.

If I were a sweetheart in the Philippines, I would be the polar opposite now in New York.

I've been both a player and a heartbreaker. I didn't mean to do it, but girls approach me willingly, and I'm not a saint to turn down their beauty. I also made it clear to them that I don't do relationships. I messed up everything the last time I did that. So some people burst out laughing and cursed me, but it's no longer my fault. I'm pretty forthcoming with them. Why can't they see that?

But I did have one serious relationship in the past. Natalie is a beautiful person and a great catch. I ran into her at the hospital. She was a medical student at the time, and it was her shift when I arrived. I was in the hospital after being beaten up by female goons. Yes, female goons.

I was at a gay and lesbian bar with my gay friend Jacob and his boyfriend when this cute ass girl approached me and flirted with me. So, what can I do? I, too, have needs. She's cute in any case, so I gave her my full attention. She invited me to dance with her, and the horny girl began to grind on me. I'm sorry if I'm that irresistible.

We enjoyed the 'sex dancing' with our clothes on when someone patted my back and punched me in the face. That hurts. My primary concern is my lovely face. My inebriation dissipated when I noticed blood dripping down my nose. My rage issues can't handle it. Nobody messes with my beautiful face!

In comparison to the person who punched me, I was pretty slim. She has the appearance of a goon. A muscular female goon. And she's unattractive. Okay, she's not ugly, but she's still ugly to me. It's no surprise that her girl is on the lookout for a replacement.

My frustration erupted. The girl goon tries to punch me again, but I hit her in the stomach first, then punch her in the face until she can't see anything and collapses. When I saw her bloody face with black eyes, a broken nose, and cracked lips, I burst out laughing. She's taller than me, but she's a wuss. She had no idea I had a black belt in Judo or that I went to the gym regularly to stay in shape. So, while I may appear feminine on the outside, I am a strong woman on the inside.

The goon's girlfriend yelled for help, and guess what? The goon has a small pack. They tried to beat me again, and because I was outnumbered, I was slightly bruised. Then Jacob and his muscular gay buddies rescued me and defeated the girl goon's pack.

He insisted on taking me to the hospital to be examined. He accompanied me there to make sure I was going for the check-up; it's not that I always beat people. That was my first time, and Jacob was concerned, so he dragged me to the hospital for a check-up. That's when I met Natalie. Thank you very much!

I managed to be faithful for the first two months of our relationship because Natalie deserved it. I'm not sure what came over me, but she's kind, sweet, and understanding. Maybe I got tired of the steady relationship and realized I still loved my first love, so I began cheating on her. I was being unjust to her.

She always looks after me, but every time she says she loves me, I can't say it back because I know deep down that I will always love Ezra. But she did forgive and understand my situation again. Even though I'm a cheater bastard to her, she still accepts me.

But she's too good for me, so I broke up with her, but she refused. So I ended up cheating on her face to face. I did it on purpose so she would despise me and end our relationship. But she didn't. Every day was the same, until one night, she had had enough. She's crying and pleading with me to love her.

We ended up crying together that night, and I told her why I couldn't love her back. Then I asked for her forgiveness, which she graciously accepted, and we remained good friends after that. And now she has a wonderful girlfriend. Her girlfriend is a doctor as well.

Dad and Hana were aware of Natalie, and they are thrilled that I have committed to a serious relationship. They like Natalie because, as I previously stated, Natalie is a beautiful person. What they didn't know was that Natalie and I had broken up. They assumed I had moved on from my first love, and I let them believe that for the time being. But, yes, I moved on. If I haven't done so, I'm not going home.

But that's what I thought as well, because why should I feel this way again? Aaaahhhh! I despise being by myself. I think way too much! I despise it!

I changed into my two-piece red bikini before I could think of anything else or Averi Ezra again. I desperately needed the water to quell the lust I'm experiencing right now. And swimming is an excellent way to get my body tired to sleep well.

It's already past midnight, and I don't think anyone is still out there. I grabbed my robe and walked straight to the door.

I went out to my room without looking, and as a result, I collided with someone outside my door.

"I'm sorry," I apologized to the person I had collided with. And I was shocked to realize that that person was the one who had caused all of this turmoil inside of me. "Great!" I mumbled.

"What did you say?" she asked, slowly looking up and down my body.

Is she checking me out? Or... Maybe not! Don't be a fool, Jazmin!

"Where are you going?" she asks, looking at my face. I can't read her facial expressions. It's dark, but the moonlight allows me to see her sexiness. And, for God's sake, why does she have to walk around in her niqab? Is she willing to have her sexy body raped by someone? Ugh! And now, I can't take my gaze away from her seductiveness.

"Jazmin?" she asked, one eyebrow raised. That was sexy. I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from ravaging the lovely creature in front of me.

"Ah, yeah?" I think I'm drooling at the moment. She noticed me staring at her body. I know I'm blushing right now, so it's a good thing the lights in the hallway were turned off, and it was only illuminated by the moonlight outside. I'm not sure if she noticed my blushing. I sincerely hope not.

"I asked in a motherly tone, "Where are you going?" Yay! She's behaving exactly like my mother right now.

"Ah, skateboarding?" I smirked. Is it possible that she has forgotten the meaning of the word "common sense"?

Hello! I'm dressed in my bikini! Where else am I going?

"Yeah? While wearing only that?" she asked, pointing to my bikini.

"Duh!" I grumbled. Is she playing with me right now? "I'm going for a swim; can't you see I'm wearing a bikini?"

"Exactly, you're in your bikini; at the very least, wear your robe until you get there so you can have a little decency. Other people live here; you don't want to be raped, do you?"

Whoa? Is she currently playing mother-daughter with me? I'm enraged. Well, if she wants to play, I'll play.

I smirked. I'm not that easy to beat.

"Decency? Really?" I slowly walk towards her, gripping my robe tightly. I'm only holding my robe. I assumed they were all asleep, so I didn't bother to put them on. What's the deal with my anxiety? I'm just fooling around, right?

She didn't even move, but I could see her surprise on her face. Her eyes widened as I approached her slowly and whispered in her ear. "Say's the one who just wandered around in her negligee; don't worry, I can handle myself... mother!" I deliberately breathe the last word into her ear.

I saw her shivering from what I did to her, but I was enjoying the close contact between us so much that I needed to get out of here quickly before I forgot she was my soon-to-be mother and took her then and there.

I hurriedly put on my robe and stormed out the door to the pool. I need some water right now. Ugh! It's getting hotter here. Hey, pool, here I come!

~*~

AVERI

I TILTED my head as I realized I was staring too long at George's sexy daughter's back as she stormed out of our earlier encounter.

I'm from the kitchen. I needed to get some water and pass through Jazmin's room because my room was right next to hers. Yes, I practically live here. Since George and I started dating, I've had my room. Yes, we shared in his room, but I told him not tonight because I didn't want her sexy daughter to hear us if we had sex, which never happened. I'm just not ready to do it with him yet. It was merely an excuse.

Going back to Jazmin, she's going out in only her bikini.

I'm not sure if she noticed me looking at her before. By the way, George has no idea I'm bisexual.

Maybe I offended her when I said she should cover her sexy body with her robe like a mother. But, a while ago, I didn't use the word "sexy" in my sentences.

I saw how tightly she clutched her robe and thought she was going to punch me. I was just trying to keep her sexiness hidden from the perverts lurking around the mansion. You have no idea what they'll do if they see her sexiness, do you? Did I just say she's hot for the sixth time? Urgh!

No!

Yes, you are.

No!

Great. Now I'm fighting with myself.

Okay. Fine. Yes, Jazmin is sexy. I've never seen anyone sexier than her. Not that I see one all the time, but I am confident she can outperform the models in the sexy magazines.

Her boobs, flat stomach, and I think I saw traces of forming abs, the V part, and long toned legs. I'm sorry for saying she was sexy. She is also taller than me at 5'10" and dwarfs me at 5'8". And she's far sexier. Sexy is an understatement for her. She's beautiful! She has a piercing in her belly button. Hot! I think I should get a piercing in mine as well. Oh no! That was a total turn-on. I can feel my hormones raging.

Eh? What am I thinking? I shook my head furiously. I'm thinking like a pervert. Did I do that to my future step-daughter? Just thinking about it made me feel as if someone had poured ice cold water on me.

It was also too late when I realized I'd said those words to her; I'd forgotten I was only wearing my nightgown. I thought she was checking me out earlier, she was blushing, and when she bit her lower lip, God knows how I wanted to bite it too, but I was wrong. She scolded me instead, saying that I shouldn't be the one talking about decency when I'm walking around in my super thin and petite clothing.

I smack my forehead unconsciously. "Awwww!" I cried out in agony.

Averi, what the hell are you talking about? I slapped myself too hard on the back of the head! Grrr. I had an appointment with George... Asap! I needed to replace my hunk fiancé's image in my mind with her sexy image.

Right! That's precisely what I mean! I'm once again speaking to myself. What is she up to with me?! Her image still haunted my thoughts, but I managed to make my way to George's room.