The Day I Kissed An Older Man by Cher the Cherished

Corinne’s eyes widened, and she stared in bewilderment when she realized that Jeremy was doing one-handed pushups. He had covered her mouth with one hand after pulling the blanket over their bodies, leaving only their heads exposed.

They stared blankly at each other as his face seemed to rise and fall within inches of hers. Anyone who saw them would assume that they were in the midst of a passionate session.

Corinne felt a little uncomfortable and pushed his hand away after finally having enough of his suggestive actions. “Mister, you…”

When Jeremy lowered himself during a round of push-ups, he leaned into her ear and whispered a warning, “Didn’t you say you were going to do a proper job of fulfilling your task? You need to cooperate with me on this as well, so stop moving around!”

Corinne stared blankly at him for a moment before keenly noticing movements at the door of the room.

Pamela had pushed the door slightly ajar and was observing in secret.

‘I get it now!’ As soon as Corinne realized what was going on, she asked in a low voice, “Do you want me to moan too?”

Jeremy froze slightly and soon narrowed his handsome eyes. “Do you know how?”

Corinne’s expression was that of confidence, while Jeremy’s was that of playful teasing.

“Go ahead and try.”

Corinne took a deep breath and began her performance. “Yeah, Hubby. Mmh! Come on! Come on! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Do that, do that! MMMHHH! Oh yeah, f—”

The playfulness in Jeremy’s eyes disappeared in a flash, and his forehead twitched violently as he covered her mouth shut.

Corinne frowned. “Mgghh…” It would be much more believable if her voice was muffled as if she was suppressing herself from making any noise.

The small gap at the door began to narrow even more until it finally closed shut.

Pamela had a satisfied smile as she turned around and left.

Corinne pushed the man’s hand away again and said angrily, “Your grandmother is gone, mister! You can get up now!”

Jeremy lifted the blanket, got up gracefully, and grabbed the shirt that he had taken off so he could put it on again.

Corinne sat up, leaned against the head of the bed, and remarked in a peeved tone, “You must be very disciplined to have maintained those six-pack abs at this age!”

old does she think I am?’

the impression that you’re interested in my

off the drool from her mouth. “I’m interested only in your

bed and reached out to grab Corinne’s chin. “And

small face was tilted up as she said, “The good-boy type that calls me Mommy.”

a man?” Jeremy chuckled in disdain.

your type then, mister?”

quiet, prompting Corinne to cock an eyebrow and ask, “Let me

leaned over slightly, “As long as they’re not

soon as he ended his sentence and

aware that Jeremy would sleep with her that night because Pamela was at home that day. Despite knowing that he was not interested in her, she still felt

of the bathroom, Corinne had already fallen asleep while leaning against the bed head. Her cell

who calls her ‘mommy’ when she’s still a kid at heart.’ Jeremy’s handsome eyes narrowed as he took her cell phone, pressed

hurt her by accident that day, he decided that there was no harm

turned

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next day. Being unemployed meant that she did not have to get up early for work, so she leaned lazily on the bed head to scroll through

sudden, a contact of hers named Aaron Rhode sent her an urgent message through a messaging app. [Hey, boss! I just got some information on an

she went down and prepared to head out, Corinne ran into Pamela who had just exited

greeted the old woman politely,

unhappily. “Don’t ‘ma’am’ me.

to have taken a swift turn

did as she was told and corrected herself,

other?” Pamela finally smiled and led her to sit at the table. “Come and have a taste of

old lady would cook something for Jeremy’s new wife.

but she nonetheless sat and started eating. It would be imprudent of her to refuse Pamela’s gesture. “Thank you, Grandma.

was happy that she enjoyed the food. “Have some more then!”

supplements had been added to the food because

and said with a yawn, “Good

Francine. I’d like you to come here and apologize to your sister-in-law!”

aback, and she looked at the old lady in shock. “What? You…want me…to apologize to her? She’s the one who bullied

old lady had a sullen expression as she replied, “The maids don’t answer to you alone, Francine. The older ones, particularly, are more observant! I just found out you started the whole thing by splashing some dirty water on Corinne. That was why she