It wasn’t until I reached my front door that I realized I had left my keys at the office. Cursing under my breath, I pulled out my phone to contact my landlord, Kristina Monroe, via Facebook.
I lived in a city known as Sevan. Throughout this past year, and even more so in Sevan, my landlady, Kristina, had shown nothing but kindness.
Kristina, a woman of thirty, was a single mother, and she raised her five-year-old daughter single-handedly. She was a woman of considerable wealth, with nurous properties to her na.
Despite her financial independence, she found a jobless life to be monotonous. Thus, she had taken up a position as an accountant. Kristina was an intellectual woman, blessed with blonde hair, striking beauty, and an enviable physique. Her voice was as soft as a whisper.
However, she often indulged in playful banter with , teasing, "William, I’m quite fond of you. If you ever grow weary of work, let know. I’ll pay you, and all you’d need to do is sleep with once a day!"
Each ti Kristina uttered these words, I found myself tempted to consider her proposition.
After all, Kristina was a stunning woman. The idea of being intimate with her daily, coupled with monetary compensation, seed too enticing to be real!
However, I feared she might be jesting, and thus, I refrained from accepting her offer.
I texted Kristina:
William: [Kristina, I seem to have left my room key at the office. Do you happen to have a spare?]
Kristina: [Yes, co and collect it. You’ve just finished work, haven’t you? Why not join for dinner?]
William: [Okay, thank you!]
My heart was filled with joy. After all, I had yet to have my evening al!
I had dined at Kristina’s ho on several occasions. Her culinary skills were impressive, and her als, delectable! It appeared I was in for a delightful treat that evening!
Kristina resided in the upscale neighborhood adjacent to mine. It was a leisurely twenty-minute stroll away.
Soon enough, I found myself standing at Kristina’s doorstep, ringing the doorbell.
Monts later, Kristina, clad in a wide-necked T-shirt, opened the door.
"William, co in, and do take off your shoes!"
As she bent down to retrieve a pair of n’s slippers from the shoe rack, my heart fluttered...
Kristina was not wearing a bra!
I caught a glimpse of Kristina’s bare, white breasts!
I took a deep breath, attempting to regain my composure.
I was at Kristina’s ho for dinner, not for any ulterior motives....
However, Kristina’s breasts were truly enticing, shaped like droplets of water, and appeared quite appealing.
I found myself sneaking a few more glances.
Just then, a little girl ran over. "Uncle William, did you co to see ?"
I quickly looked away.
The little girl running towards was called Lily Monroe, Kristina’s daughter.
I picked her up, "Lily, did you miss ?"
"Yes!"
Lily nodded and said, "Did Uncle William miss Lily?"
"Of course I did!"
I couldn’t resist pinching her soft cheek.
Over a year ago, shortly after I moved in, Lily had once gotten lost.
Kristina was in a state of panic, searching for her. Ultimately, it was I who helped Kristina locate Lily. Consequently, both Lily and Kristina were imnsely grateful to , and our relationship blossod.
As Kristina headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner, I settled on the sofa to play with Lily.
Suddenly, I noticed a few pieces of freshly laundered lace underwear on the balcony.
It appeared that Kristina had washed all her bras, which explained her lack of one.
However, I also spotted a few pieces of n’s clothing on the balcony!
I was sowhat surprised. Wasn’t Kristina a single mother?
Why would there be n’s clothing at ho?
Could it be that a man had moved into Kristina’s house?
Could it be that Kristina had a new husband?
A knot of anxiety twisted in my stomach. The thought of the man returning and finding there was unsettling, to say the least. I thought about grabbing the spare key and getting out of there fast, but sothing stopped .
After all, my relationship with Kristina was innocent, and even if Kristina had a new husband, I had nothing to fear.
After spending so ti playing with Lily, Kristina’s voice broke through the laughter, "William, Lily, dinner is ready. Go wash your hands!" I complied, and when I returned, a plate of food was waiting for . "Thank you," I murmured, touched by her kindness. In this vast world, apart from my family, it seed that only Kristina cared for in such a way.
The al was exquisite, each bite a testant to Kristina’s culinary skills. My spirits lifted as we joked around the dinner table. Kristina, noticing Lily’s fondness for , couldn’t help but tease. "Lily, you seem to adore Uncle William. Would you like him to be your dad?"
The question caught off guard, and I could feel sweat trickling down my back. However, Lily’s response was even more shocking.
"Yes, I want Uncle William to be my dad. I don’t want anyone else!"
Kristina’s lips curled into a teasing smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "William, did you hear that? How about I marry you?"
I shook my head, flustered. "Kristina, don’t joke around, how could I be worthy of you!"
"Is that so?" Kristina’s eyes narrowed, and I felt sothing brush against my foot. Glancing down, I saw Kristina’s foot resting on mine. Her boldness took by surprise, especially with Lily still beside us!
Her foot continued its journey upwards, coming to rest on my knee. I could see her delicate toes, painted a soft pink nail polish.
Despite being thirty, Kristina’s feet were as tender as a young woman’s. However, what shocked even more was the fact that her foot kept inching higher.
I glanced at Lily, her innocent face oblivious to the tension at the table. My gaze then shifted to the n’s clothes hanging nearby, and a surge of anger extinguished any inappropriate thoughts.
I pulled away from her reach, setting down my bowl and utensils. "Kristina, thanks for the al, I’m full."
Kristina looked taken aback then asked with a hint of sadness, "William, do you think I’m too old? Don’t you like ?"
I shook my head. "No! It’s not that!"
"Then, do you think I’m too forward?" Kristina pressed on.
"No! It’s not that either." I continued shaking my head.
"Am I not pretty?" Kristina asked.
I answered, "You’re beautiful!"
"Then why are you leaving?" She bit her lip, her face etched with confusion.
"Kristina, you already have a new husband. If he ca back and saw us being so intimate, how would we explain?" I replied.
"New husband?" Kristina looked confused.
I pointed to the n’s clothing hanging on the balcony, and Kristina burst into laughter. She explained that she hadn’t been with anyone since her divorce. The n’s clothes were a deterrent, a way to ward off any unwanted advances.
I felt a pang of guilt. I had misjudged Kristina.
After dinner, as I prepared to leave, Kristina asked , "Are you available this weekend?"
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