Tamara's Pov I was buried in my notes when my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but I answered it anyway. "Hello?" "Tamara, it's Jesse. I'm outside your apartment. Can you please come out?" My heart skipped a beat. What was Jesse doing here, and why did he want to see me? Curiosity mixed with unease as I grabbed my keys and went outside. Sure enough, his car was parked in front. He motioned for me to get in, and I hesitated for a moment before opening the door and sitting inside. "Tamara, I'm sorry, but our deal has to continue," he said, his tone urgent. "I promise I'll pay you more this time." I stared at him in disbelief. "What do you mean, continue? I thought it was a one-time thing." "My dad wants me to go with you to a party," he explained, sounding desperate. "And I'm sure he'll want that often. Don't worry, in exchange, I'll pay your father's hospital bills for the artificial legs, and he can also continue receiving his treatments." "Can you stop digging into
Jesse's POV: Waiting outside Tamara's apartment, I felt an unsettling mix of anxiety and desperation. The stakes were higher than ever, and my father’s expectations were like a noose tightening around my neck. I picked up my phone and called her. “Tamara, it’s Jesse. I’m outside your apartment. Can you please come out?” After she hung up, I waited anxiously in the car. The cold leather of the steering wheel grounded me as I wrestled with the enormity of what I was about to ask. When Tamara finally appeared, my heart pounded louder. This wasn’t how I envisioned my life, coercing a student into a charade for the sake of familial duty. She got into the car, her eyes wide with curiosity and trepidation. “Tamara, I’m sorry, but our deal has to continue,” I said, my voice tinged with urgency and guilt. “I promise I’ll pay you more this time.” Her disbelief was immediate and palpable. “What do you mean, continue? I thought it was a one-time thing.” “My dad wants me to go with yo
Tamara’s POV:Jesse’s lips still lingered on mine, a confusing mix of anger, surprise, and something else I couldn’t quite decipher. My mind was racing, and I struggled to make sense of what had just happened. Before I could find the words to respond, the tension was shattered by the sudden appearance of one of the businessmen."Mr. Carter, we are waiting for your initial approval for the inauguration to start."I turned to see the man, his expression a mixture of impatience and curiosity. Jesse nodded, trying to regain his composure. "Yes, of course. I'll be there in a moment," he replied.The businessman gave a brief nod and left, the sound of his footsteps fading away. Jesse turned back to me, his eyes searching mine. I could see the regret and confusion in his gaze, mirroring my own feelings. "We need to go back to the party now," he said, his voice strained as he tried to ignore what had just happened."Okay," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.We walked back into the p
Tamara's POV: I would never have thought Kevon would ever feel that way towards me. I see Kevon as my friend and more like a brother. Why on earth would he feel that way towards me? As I tried to question if I had any feelings towards him, I really couldn’t find that spot that felt attracted to him in the way he had asked. What is happening to me? Last night it was Jesse, and today Kevon. What is wrong with you both? I screamed, feeling the frustration boiling over. My room is the only place I get to scream out my pains, so I just do it. The rest of the day passed with different thoughts of the whole incident crossing my mind. Should I just ignore him for some time? Maybe he could get me off his mind. His confession had thrown me off balance, and I needed to understand my own feelings before confronting his. I paced back and forth in my room, my mind a whirlwind of confusion. Why did Kevon have to complicate things? And why did Jesse’s kiss keep replaying in my mind? It was all
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 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