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
Jesse's POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains as I woke up, the day stretching ahead with its usual routine. Today was just another day, or so I thought. I arrived at the university early, ready to start my lectures. As the first class began, I scanned the room, my eyes catching sight of a girl trying to make her way inside. Our gazes locked for a moment.She was stunning—her presence seemed to light up the room. Her hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes held a quiet intelligence that drew me in. I felt a strange sensation, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was captivated, almost mesmerized. For a moment, I found myself staring, lost in her beauty. Immediately, I snapped back to reality, anger bubbling up inside me. How could I let her affect me like this? It was unprofessional and inappropriate. In a harsh attempt to regain control, I ordered her to leave."You're late. If you can't come early, you can't be in my class. Get out," I said, my voice sharper
I got home, worry gnawing at me. The image of the girl from earlier kept flashing in my mind, and the thought of getting a girlfriend in 24 hours was all over my mind. I grabbed my phone and called Trevor, my personal assistant and best friend. “Trevor, I need you to meet me at my house. It’s urgent,” I said, trying to mask the anxiety in my voice. When Trevor arrived, I wasted no time. “I need you to do a search on a girl,” I blurted out, pacing the room. Trevor looked surprised. “A girl?” he asked, giving me a fishy look. “Yeah, there’s this student… she’s been stirring up some unwanted emotions in me. I need to find out about her,” I explained, trying to sound casual but feeling anything but. Trevor’s eyebrows shot up. “Unwanted emotions? Are you okay, Jesse?” “I’m fine,” I snapped, then softened my tone. “I just need to know more about her. And… I need a girlfriend. Find a girl to act as my girlfriend for tomorrow.” Trevor was taken aback. “A girlfriend in 24 hours? Jesse,
The rest of the vening continued with me answering all the questions Dad and Aunt Serena threw at us. Ranging from different series questions like how fast we are pacing our relationship, that was none of my business there isn’t any relationship after all. I just wanted to pull through this night. I noticed Tamara sitting quietly, her eyes darting between the speakers, absorbing every word. I knew I had dragged her into my mess, but I was rewarding her for her time, so it really changed nothing. During dinner, I messaged Trevor, my personal assistant, to make arrangements for an apartment near the university. As the evening wound down, dinner was over with Aunt Serena and Dad bidding us goodbye while Olivia just sat indifferently. I led Tamara to the car, opening the door for her before getting in myself. The drive was quiet, the air filled with the unspoken tension of her unasked questions. I could see the curiosity and confusion in her eyes through the rearview mirror. I knew