The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Tommy had a conflicted expression as he sat in the front passenger seat. He motioned for the driver to pull over and stop the car before he told the driver to get down with him.

A sullen-faced Corinne held the hem of the big white T-shirt with both hands and slowly began pulling it up.

Jeremy rested his forehead lazily on his knuckles. His indifferent gaze fell on her, and there was a hint of playfulness in the depths of his handsome eyes.

…

Back at Alpha Enterprises, Richard—the general manager—was severely reprimanded by his boss Alfred because of improper employment practices of letting relatives in without proper conduct. Alfred gave him an ultimatum, too, that if he failed to figure out a way to recoup that day’s losses and there was a resulting failure to reach a cooperation with the Holdens in that project, he would have to pack up and leave like his idiot of a relative, Zoe.

Richard was in a state of desperation, so he drove out to get in touch with his contacts and find a solution. Just as he was worrying about whether or not he could keep his job, he spotted Jeremy’s car parked on the side of the road.

Jeremy was still nearby. What a wonderful stroke of luck that was! He could use that opportunity to explain to Jeremy the reasons for the mistakes in the plan and, in the process, try to salvage some hope from that hopeless situation!

With that in mind, Richard parked the car nearby and jogged toward the black Mercedes-Benz MPV up ahead.

Heavy tint had been applied on the windows of that luxurious vehicle, making it impossible for anyone outside the vehicle to tell if there was anyone inside.

Richard cautiously looked at the car window and called out, “Mister Jeremy? Are you in the car, Mister Jeremy? Mister Jeremy?”

The soundproofing used in luxury cars was just as good, so Richard’s voice did not travel into the car.

‘Is the car empty? Did Mister Jeremy go somewhere? Where could he have gone?’

Richard glanced around but did not see anyone around him, so he put his hand on the door handle and tried to open the door.

At that moment, Jeremy, still inside the car with Corinne, had an aloof expression and showed no intention to help Corinne out of the predicament. Meanwhile, Corinne did not intend to just give in to the man.

After all, she had just been bullied by his sister earlier that morning, and if she did not take a stand right then, she would be treated like a pushover by the Holdens for the coming three months.

and took off

might not be much fabric,

brow furrowed into a frown!

letting in a ray of sunlight and cold

over before she could react. As soon as her eyes saw a blur, a pleasantly masculine fragrance of ambergris mixed with the tobacco

only a split second to cover Corinne’s body with the suit jacket he took off earlier and set to one side. He

in his arms. The woman’s face was buried in Mister Jeremy’s chest, and she was wrapped in a man’s clothes. As his gaze traveled

dropped

that he had seen something he should not have, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. “Ah! I’m so—sorry, Mister Jeremy! I

woman tightly in his arms

at once and wiped away the sweat

surely doomed after disrupting Jeremy’s

that nearly ran out of breath.

to stretch her head out of his cocoon of a jacket. With a frown, she

girl in his arms. There were traces of displeasure on her

situation as is without doing anything, he would have seen her all naked! He began to wonder if she

a sullen-looking Jeremy released her from his embrace and said solemnly, “Put that shirt on right now. You’re the Holdens’ young madam now, and your every word and action

sarcastically. “I guess this

little smirk on the corners of his lips. This young woman truly

“Go ahead.”

to one side, and put

up, and slammed the

…

Tommy, “Mister Tommy, I didn’t do it on purpose!

heard the sound of the car door closing and saw Jeremy approaching them.

felt a chill down his spine and immediately turned to bow apologetically. “Mister Jeremy, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean

and stern. “What