Loving My Mom, Sisters, Aunts, Milfs and All Fairies and Goddesses i c Chapter 5 Dress

"Look, Bella! Handso guy spotted at 12 o'clock!" a girl squealed, instantly drawing the attention of every girl in the circle.

All eyes turned toward Jack, their gazes locking onto him with keen interest as they scrutinized him from head to toe.

He stood tall at 6'1", exuding an effortless confidence that made him impossible to ignore.

His dark gray charcoal blazer was perfectly tailored, hugging his broad shoulders in a way that accentuated his lean, athletic build.

Underneath, a matching waistcoat added an extra layer of refinent, elevating his look beyond simple smart casual.

A light blue chambray shirt peeked out from beneath the layers, providing a subtle contrast to the darker tones, making his outfit feel effortlessly stylish rather than overly formal.

His dark-wash slim-fit jeans were immaculately tailored, fitting him like they were made specifically for his long legs, adding to the air of effortless sophistication.

Polished black Oxford shoes completed the ensemble, a clear sign that he cared about the details—sothing most guys his age rarely paid attention to.

But what stood out the most wasn't just his striking appearance or impeccable fashion sense.

It was the way he carried himself, as if he were completely unaware—or perhaps indifferent—to the attention he was receiving.

Unlike most students who slung their bags over their shoulders, he carried his by his side like a piece of luggage, further emphasizing his composed, distinguished aura.

"He's so hot!" one of the girls whispered, barely able to contain her excitent.

"Not just hot—rich too," another chid in, her voice laced with admiration.

"Look at him. His outfit practically screams 'born with a golden spoon.' Guys like that don't even have to try, and everything just falls into place for them."

The girls giggled among themselves, already envisioning the luxurious lifestyle soone like Jack must have.

But while they were rely admiring from afar, Bella was different.

She wasn't just looking—she was analyzing. Calculating. In her mind, a million possibilities were already forming, strategies taking shape.

She had seen rich boys before, but Jack?

He was clearly on a different level.

And Bella had no intention of letting this golden opportunity slip through her fingers.

"Good morning, ladies," Jack greeted smoothly, his deep, velvety voice cutting through the morning air like a warm knife through butter.

He barely had to try, yet the effect was imdiate—he could see it in their eyes, in the way their bodies tensed ever so slightly, in the barely restrained smiles playing at their lips.

So of them looked as if they'd just experienced a mini-orgasm from his re presence alone.

There were five girls in the group, but only one truly mattered. Bella.

The others were attractive in their own right, but in a university full of pretty faces, they were simply part of the crowd.

Bella, however, was in a league of her own.

A blonde bombshell standing at 5'4", she had the kind of figure that made n lose all common sense—an impossibly perfect hourglass shape, a full, perky chest that strained against even the best-fitted tops, and hips that swayed with a natural, almost unfair confidence.

She wasn't just hot—she was devastating. The kind of woman who could make even the most disciplined man stumble.

And then there was her face. Flawless porcelain skin, as if she had been sculpted from the purest marble.

High cheekbones, perfectly shaped lips, and large, expressive eyes that held an almost hypnotic allure.

It was no wonder n fell at her feet. Jack himself had been one of them once—completely and utterly bewitched, stupidly in love with her in the past.

"Good morning! Are you also a freshman?" one of the girls asked, snapping him out of his brief mont of reflection.

"I am. How about you?" Jack replied smoothly, shifting his gaze toward the speaker.

"We are! I'm Emily, and this is—" Emily, the boldest of the group, took the lead, eagerly introducing her friends one by one.

But Jack was barely listening. He already knew where this was going.

His eyes flickered toward Bella, and as Emily finally reached her na, he took a step forward, offering his hand.

His lips curled into a charming, almost knowing smile.

"Pleased to et you, Bella."

Bella hesitated for only a fraction of a second before placing her hand in his.

It was supposed to be a simple handshake, just a polite greeting between two strangers. But the mont their skin touched—

"Ahhh..." A soft, almost involuntary gasp slipped past her lips.

A jolt of warmth shot through her entire body, her skin tingling as if a current of electricity had passed between them.

Her pulse quickened, her breath hitched, and for a brief, dizzying mont, she felt like she was burning up from the inside out.

It wasn't just attraction—it was sothing stronger, sothing almost absurd in scale.

She was wet! Drenched even! And just from a single handshake.

Jack noticed it too.

His grip on her hand lingered a second longer than necessary, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin before he finally let go.

His smirk deepened, eyes gleaming with amusent.

Bella barely registered the other girls giggling or whispering excitedly in the background.

For the first ti in a long ti, she felt sothing unexpected.

Their first eting wasn't just an introduction. It was the beginning of sothing much more intense.

Sothing neither of them could ignore.

The group wasn't surprised to find themselves in the sa freshman block, so they naturally stuck together as they made their way to their first class.

Along the way, introductions flowed more freely, and casual small talk filled the gaps, helping them ease into their new environnt.

Yet, despite the friendly atmosphere, one detail stood out to everyone—Jack's wandering gaze.

It was subtle at first, just a flicker of his eyes whenever Bella shifted in her seat or walked ahead of him.

But as ti passed, it beca more obvious.

No matter how hard he tried to maintain a casual deanor, his eyes kept tracing the curves of Bella's body—the way her fitted top hugged her chest, the way her hips swayed naturally with every step.

The other girls took notice, exchanging knowing looks and suppressing amused giggles.

Finally, one of them leaned in close to Bella and whispered, just loud enough for the others to hear,

"Looks like you've got another one wrapped around your finger."

"You really are sothing else, Bella," another girl chid in, smirking.

Their hushed words sent a ripple of giggles through the group, but beneath their amusent, a quiet envy lingered.

They adored Bella, but they also couldn't help but feel the sting of unfairness.

So girls had to work hard to get attention—carefully picking out outfits, practicing their smiles, finding the perfect angles for photos.

But Bella? She barely had to lift a finger.

She was just born that way—effortlessly beautiful, naturally captivating.

And once again, she had a boy exactly where they all knew he would end up—helplessly drawn to her.