Tomas.
I was going absolutely crazy. My body was on fire just from looking at Jennifer and her expressive features, completely captivated by the way she walked with such confidence. It struck me then how much she resembled a fashion model-her face and body were the epitome of attractiveness. Sure, Amanda might be considered more beautiful in a conventional sense, with her polished looks, but I knew her beauty was artificial. She had gone through plastic surgery, and I wasn’t fond of that at all. In contrast, Jennifer was pure, with a clear complexion and a natural body that looked like it was sculpted by the gods. My thoughts were racing, and I could feel the heat rising within me as I tried to process everything. I was talking to myself in my head while Jennifer and Amanda began a long, tedious conversation in my office. Amanda was insisting on taking young Tomas home, while Jennifer was adamant about going shopping with my son.
“Stop!” I yelled, cutting through their chatter. “I think I have a solution. Amanda, lift up your son. If he doesn’t cry in your arms, then you can take him home. But if he refuses to leave you and instead clings to Jennifer, we’re going shopping.” I glanced at Amanda, who hurriedly raised her arms to take Tomas. But, as I expected, he hugged Jennifer tightly around her neck, refusing to let go.
“Well, that settles it, Amanda. We have to go shopping now. If you don’t want to join us, then you can just stay here,” I informed her decisively, feeling a sense of triumph.
“What? No way am I staying behind! I’m coming with you!” Amanda raised her eyebrows incredulously, her voice laced with disbelief.
Why does she always insist on coming with me? How could a mother so easily prioritize her own wants over her child’s needs? I was whispering to myself, trying to ignore the chaos around me, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions.
“Come on, Tomas!” Jennifer called out cheerfully, smiling as she pulled my hand while lifting Tomas into her arms. He was smiling back at her like an angel, and I felt my heart racing, almost wanting to burst out of my chest. At that moment, it seemed as if Jennifer and Tomas were a mother and son, and a troubling thought flickered through my mind: perhaps I should get rid of Amanda and her son entirely. But I knew that was wrong. I had promised Jennifer I would never engage in any illegal activities again. Amanda was shouting my name, but I didn’t even turn my head to acknowledge her. I completely tuned her out as we headed out.
We got into the car, and Jennifer urged me to get in first, placing Tomas in the middle seat before jumping in beside him. Amanda tried to pull the door open to sit with us, but Jennifer shot her a look. “What?! There’s no room for you! Take the other car! We’re not going to eat your son! Besides, I think he likes me more than you! I wonder if he’ll call me ‘Mom’ someday!” Jennifer teased with a smirk and a giggle, pushing Amanda aside.
Amanda slammed the car door in frustration and followed us in another limo with Carl.
A few minutes later, we arrived at the shopping mall. “What is this place, Jennifer?!” I furrowed my eyebrows, a bit concerned.
“Um, what?! It’s a shopping mall!” she replied, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“I know that, but it’s more designed for mothers and babies! This isn’t just any mall!” I sighed, feeling overwhelmed by the situation.
“Yes, I know! That’s why I want to buy a lot of things-toys, baby clothes for Tomas, and even some things for myself…” Jennifer began, but I interrupted her.
“To buy what for yourself? Are you pregnant?!” I narrowed my eyes, taken aback by the unexpected question.
“I’m a virgin, silly!” she laughed, then suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, stuttering. “Um, I just want to get something like a bag. I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s the kind that African mothers use to carry their babies close to them,” Jennifer explained, her enthusiasm evident.
I was just staring at her, processing what she had said. Oh God, she’s still a virgin! My mind raced with thoughts, swirling with a mix of admiration and desire.
“Hey Tomas!” Amanda shouted, opening the limo door, and I turned to see Jennifer already lifting Tomas out of the car.
“Yes, Amanda!” I spun my head in her direction as I got out of the car. “Where’s Jennifer and my son!?”
“Oh, they left the car a minute ago! You didn’t even notice?” Amanda said, looking bewildered.
She frowned, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. “What’s going on with you, Tomas? Why do you keep ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?” she bombarded me with questions, giving me a headache that was growing more intense by the second.
“Amanda, stop talking. Let’s go inside. I want to finish this shopping trip quickly because I’m really tired and want to get some sleep,” I said, trying to brush her off as I walked into the store where Jennifer and Tomas were already sitting.
After an hour, they finished shopping, and we headed back home. I left them to their own devices and retreated to my room, my thoughts consumed by Jennifer. I tried to sleep, but rest eluded me, so I grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels and began gulping it down. But instead of numbing my thoughts, the alcohol only intensified them, making me think about Jennifer more and more, her laughter echoing in my mind.
A few minutes later, Amanda barged into my room without knocking, wearing a sexy red baby doll outfit. “What? What do you want, Amanda?!” I looked up from my spot on the couch, irritation flaring inside me.
She approached me, giggling, and then sat on the floor, placing her hands on my legs, moving them softly. I narrowed my eyes at her. “What do you want, Amanda?” I asked, frustration creeping into my voice. She yelled back, “What?! I’m not Jennifer, Tomas! Wake up!”
I stood up, adjusting my shirt and zipping my pants as I pushed her hand away. “I know you’re Amanda. I just can’t get Jennifer out of my mind. So what are you doing here?” I yelled at her, my patience wearing thin.
“Did you forget about our agreement, Tomas?! You said I had to satisfy you in bed if I wanted to live here with you and my son! You can’t pretend you love me! You’ve changed so much, Tomas! What happened to you?” Amanda screamed, her voice rising in pitch and frustration.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to my chest, leaning in toward her lips, staring deeply into her eyes. But then I sighed, pushing her away. “I’m not interested in you tonight, Amanda! The slave does what her master asks, not what she wants! Don’t ever come to my bed again unless I give you permission!” I smirked, pushing her out of my room with finality.
I made my way to Jennifer’s room, pacing nervously outside her door for a few minutes before finally deciding to knock.
“Tomas?! What are you doing here?!” Jennifer asked in shock, covering her body with a towel, her hair damp and cascading over her shoulders.
“Um, where’s my son?!” I stuttered, rolling my eyes in frustration. I didn’t know what to say, particularly since she was only partially covered, making the situation all the more awkward.
“Your son is sleeping in Carl’s room. Mr. Carl asked me to let him stay with him tonight. He feels like a grandfather, and your son loves him. So please, don’t ever open my door without knocking!” Jennifer stepped back, her eyes wide with alarm.
I narrowed my eyes, slamming the door and locking it tight. I walked closer to her, anger boiling just beneath the surface. “Don’t talk to me like that!” I shouted, making her blink in surprise. I pulled her toward me, pressing her body against mine, staring into her eyes, which were now filled with uncertainty. She looked away, trying to escape my gaze. I tilted her face up gently. “Jennifer, I want you!”
“Are you drunk? You smell terrible!” she protested, trying to push me away, but I pulled her back to me, smiling at her despite the tension.
I moved my fingers to her ear, whispering softly, “I will take your virginity tonight, Jennifer.” My heart raced at the thought, the desire surging within me, and I could see the conflict in her eyes as she processed my words.