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!”

back stiffened. ‘How old does she

going to be under the impression that you’re interested in my body if you keep looking at me like that.”

only in your

bed and reached out to grab Corinne’s chin. “And what’s your type?”

tilted up as she said, “The good-boy type that calls me

what you call a man?” Jeremy

your type then,

eyebrow and ask, “Let me guess: You like the super sexy ones, don’t

stared at her and leaned over slightly, “As long as they’re not little girls like you who act like

ended his sentence

Pamela was at home that day. Despite knowing that

Corinne had already fallen asleep while leaning against the bed head. Her cell phone screen was still on, and she

handsome eyes narrowed as he took

to worry too much about her, but since he had hurt her by accident that day, he decided that there was no harm in tucking her

of the way, Jeremy turned around and walked toward the sofa.

…

woke up the next day. Being unemployed meant that she did not

through a messaging app. [Hey, boss! I just got some information on an authentic painting by Nellie Nymphaea! The location is Peakrise Auction

and she immediately got out of bed to freshen up. As she went down

woman politely, “Good morning, ma’am.”

“Don’t ‘ma’am’ me. Just call me

seemed to have taken a swift turn from the previous

told and corrected herself,

Doesn’t that make us feel so much closer to each other?” Pamela finally smiled and led her to

imagined that the old

eating. It would be imprudent of her to refuse Pamela’s gesture. “Thank you, Grandma. It’s delicious.”

enjoyed the food. “Have some more

an obscene amount of pregnancy supplements had been added to the food because Pamela was

downstairs and said with a yawn, “Good morning, Grandma!”

expression suddenly turned serious. “Perfect timing, Francine. I’d like you to

shock. “What? You…want

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