Midnight Scare

Jerlina was a little relieved after stopping the water, but she was still scared because she broke the tap. He was still standing behind her and she turned at him.

Water was dripping from her hair and face, her clothes were soaking wet, and she shivered as the autumn wind blew.

"I'll..." she held out her hand to pass the handle to him. "I'll find a way to fix it..." she gulped and looked up. Seeing his expressionless face she got nervous and started to twist the hem of her shirt.

Jeremy took in a deep breath and observed the little woman in front of him. Little drops of water were dripping from the tips of her hair that got lumped into beautiful curls.

*drip*

One drop fell right on her pink lips and another slid through her skin that has become translucent getting soaked in water. One drop fell on her shoulder and another on her...

Her white sweatshirt has turned flimsy and was clinging to her skin as if it is her second skin. She clearly wasn't wearing any underwear and he could clearly see her...

She might not have big t*ts, but man... those pairs of...

Is she turned on? Or is it because she is cold?

Wait... Is she saying something? I can't hear anything.

The wind blew, it was a little chilly as his jeans were wet.

So she is cold... That figures...

But why the hell am I burning? All my blood is flowing downwards and I can feel it...Ugh! It is happening!

Darn you, willy! I'm not a f*cking teenager anymore. Stop humiliating me by getting all excited at the wrong moment... I don't want to scare this little woman!

No!!! Stop twisting your shirt, little woman! You are making it worse...You are making me go all... Ugh! It happened... It happened...

He let out a grunt and carefully placed his hand over his crotch to cover up his "excitement".

"Go in and change," he tried to be as gentle as possible.

Jerlina heard his grunt and looked up. He didn't look very pleased and even when he spoke, he was clenching his jaws. She thought it would be a better idea to leave before he beats her up.

"Here... this..." she tried to pass him the handle of the tap. Her finger grazed his hand.

D**m it! Stop it, woman! Don't look down and stop touching me!

"Get inside the f*cking house!!" he shouted.

Jerlina felt like her heart slipped and fell in the pit of her stomach. She dropped the handle on the ground and started running towards the house. She didn't want to end up like that guy who got his arm broken in the morning.

Her shoes got muddy and she didn't want to dirty the house. She removed her shoes standing by the door.

Jeremy saw her running for her life and sighed. She was a little fine on their ride back and now she is terrified of him once again.

She was lingering at the front porch, doing heaven knows what, bending down. As she bent down, through the neckline he could see those little twins once again. And he started to feel more constricted down there.

Ugh! Can't she just get into the house and change?

He noticed Charlie walking towards him and his eyes immediately went to the front porch. She was still standing there. Suddenly his sister's words that Jerlina got along with Charlie came to his mind.

That woman! What if Charlie sees her?

"Why are you still lurking?" He shouted startling her. She ran inside almost tripping at the doormat. Only after hearing the door closing did he feel relieved.

"TJ, about the... Why are you wet? And..."

"Nothing! I have to take a shower," Jeremy walked past Charlie. But then he stopped.

"You get along with her? Do you like her?" he asked.

"Who?" Charlie didn't meet his eyes making Jeremy very doubtful of him.

Did he pretend to hate her that day?

"TJ... She's been through a lot and she is very strong. I like her and she likes me too. We would like your blessing-"

"No! How dare you, punk? She's my wife!" Jeremy threw a punch at Charlie.

"Wife?" Charlie blocked his punch. "How many wives do you have?" he shoved him. "Foxy is mine!"

Charlie was ready for a fight. Even if he is his boss, he cannot give up his woman.

"Foxy?" Jeremy felt stupid. "She's a great gal... Good luck..."

Jeremy patted Charlie's shoulder and walked towards the house. Charlie scratched the back of his head looking at his boss who was walking funny as if he had a...

Eh... Whatever! He doesn't act his usual self these days...He gets angry at me a lot... His wife, he says? Did that woman boss brought home, try to sow discord between me and my boss by accusing me of something? That b*tch!

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Jerlina locked herself in the room and patted her chest that was beating like a drum. She tripped on her shoelace as she ran away.

What made him that mad? I get that tap could be expensive, but still...

Sigh! He despises me!

Should I go clean up the mud to not anger him more? Eh, no way I am leaving this room.

She rubbed her freezingly cold arms and decided to take a warm bath. It's been a while since she has taken a bath and she craved for one.

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Jeremy watched her scurrying inside her room and locking her bedroom door. It seemed like he has successfully scared her once again. He wanted to bang his head, but the pain in his lower abdomen was bad making him unable to think properly.

Seems like you're not going away by yourself! Ah... time for my reliable left hand!

As he passed through her room, his legs stopped unconsciously. Behind this door is the woman of his heart and the reason for his excitement.

What should I do? Should I barge in and ask her to take responsibility?

Ugh, Jeremy! You're better than this! You will only hurt her if you do that.

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When Jerlina got out of the bath, she felt hungry. She wore her comfortable T-shirt dress that reached her knees, skipping her bra as usual.

She rarely needs a bra and that is the only thing she found to be the pros of having small b**bs. But of course, she'll wear one for work and at other times, she skips wearing it whenever possible.

She peeked out through her bedroom door wondering if TJ might be lying in wait for her, but he was nowhere and it made her relaxed.

She prepared a simple dinner for her. She couldn't get used to cooking for a single person. It dampened her mood, but she knew she should get used to it.

She went to bed tired. She woke up in the middle of the night, as she felt thirsty. She forgot to bring the water jug to her room and she walked to the kitchen, yawning.

She heard the voice of a woman downstairs and she peeked down through the rails out of curiosity.

One of Jeremy's men was talking to a woman standing by the door. It was a scantily clad woman wearing red stilettos. She had short blonde hair, small b**bs and was wearing a cheap perfume that Jerlina could smell from where she is.

She was loud and said that TJ called for her. Both Duke and Earl were by her legs wagging their tails as if they are familiar with her.

So, she's a lady of the night and TJ calls for her often? What about Mikhail or Charlie..? Ah, he could be a bis*xual.

Jerlina shrugged and got up. What he does for his satisfaction is none of her business. After getting her water, she returned to her bed and fell asleep immediately.

In her dreams, she heard a distant gunshot sound and some shouts. She didn't wake up and kept on sleeping.

After some time, in her dreams, she was holding a big staff that was very warm. Like Moses, she parted the Red Sea. But her hands felt tired and suddenly her body got cold and her lips felt painful. She felt heavy in her chest and she heard the sound of heavy breathing.

"Earl..."

She opened her eyes groggily.

"No, not Earl... It's me, honey," she heard that familiar grating voice. In the dim light, only the white of his eyes and teeth were visible to her.

A wolf!