Belinda turned to her son, smiled, and said, "Why don't you go upstairs and have a bath. I'll have Carol bring up your sobriety soup when it's done."
Nathan nodded, thanked his Mother, said goodbye to his Uncle and his cousin, and went upstairs. Once he was gone, Belinda looked at her guests and apologized for her son's behavior. "Nathan is not usually like this," she said. "In fact, I've never seen him drink. He must have had a really bad day. He has been so busy at work lately, so it was inevitable that he would eventually need to unwind. I'm still surprised, though, because, at our last party, he was a total teetotaler."
Belinda looked at her niece. The girl was sweet and gentle, and Belinda loved her very much. They chatted for a long ti, and she told Amy a lot of funny and embarrassing stories about Nathan.
Eventually, Carol ca out of the kitchen with a bowl of sober soup, and she was about to take it upstairs when Belinda spoke up. She said, "Carol, Amy will deliver it." She turned back to Amy and grinned wolfishly. "Amy, you and Nathan were classmates. Why don't you remind him of how charming you are?"
Amy knew what Belinda ant, and she didn't need to be asked twice. She smiled at Belinda, got up, and took the sober soup.
The door of the study was not shut. Amy took the soup, knocked politely, pushed the door open, and walked in.
Nathan was sitting behind his desk, leaning back on his chair. His eyes were closed, and he was rubbing his temples.
Amy: "Nathan, if you have a headache, maybe so sober soup will help."
Nathan looked up and was surprised to see that Amy had brought him his soup. He picked up the bowl and poured its contents into the garbage can next to his desk.
"Anything else?" Amy asked coldly.
Nathan: "No. You may leave. And take the bowl with you."
Amy: "Nathan, I got a ssage from my colleague today. She said that the entertainnt departnt is following you."
Amy took out her mobile phone and showed Nathan a series of candid pictures of Tiffany inside and outside the Beverly villa."
Nathan: "Are you sure that you weren't the one who took these photos?"
Amy: "I'm sure. A lot of people are curious about you, though. They want to know who you are. Thus, our company is looking for first-hand information."
Nathan: "So?"
Amy: "So? So, I'm going to give you all the pictures."
Nathan: "And what do you want in return?"
Amy: "Absolutely nothing. Not really. I just want to tell you that I have had a crush on you. for a long ti, and I want to ask if I can be your girlfriend."
Nathan: "No. Don't even ask. It's not gonna happen."
Amy: "Why not? I looked into Tiffany. She's just a normal teacher. Even though her father is a college President, she doesn't deserve you. Plus, we're cousins, so you know that you can trust !"
Nathan: "So, you think you're the only person in the world that's good enough for ?"
Amy: "No... but we are related, so..."
Nathan: "Take your phone and get the hell out of here."
Amy couldn't believe how quick Nathan was to reject her, and she blad Tiffany. She thought of Nathan as a God, and it broke her heart to think that she would never get a chance to make him happy. Amy grabbed the soup bowl off his desk, and as she left his office, she turned back one last ti. She smirked and said, "Don't do anything stupid. If you do, you will be sorry, and you can't afford that."
***
The next day, Crystal woke up at ten 'clock, stretched, and went downstairs. When Tiffany heard her, she rushed out of the living room and shouted Nathan's na excitedly. Then, when she saw that it was Crystal, she went back into the living room.
Crystal sighed and went into the kitchen to get so breakfast. She took a sandwich from the fridge and went into the living room where Tiffany was.
Tiffany was wearing a long, loose, light blue n's shirt. Most of the buttons were undone, and it hung off her shoulders to reveal her delicate shoulders. She wore no pants, and Crystal could see most of her white legs and almost all of the way up to her panties. If she's wearing panties - Crystal thought. And it seed like a big IF.
Crystal began to fret as she thought about Tiffany walking in front of Nathan dressed like this. In comparison, what do I have to offer? - she worried. She looked at the woman's blouse, which had a unique letter embroidered in its breast pocket. "Are you wearing Nathan's clothes?" she asked.
Tiffany stretched out on the couch, and the hem of the shirt crawled another inch up her thighs. "I am," she admitted shalessly.
Crystal frowned and sat down across from Tiffany.
"I got my clothes dirty," Tiffany explained. "I asked Susie to have them dry-cleaned, and Professor Davis lent his clothes for the ti being."
Crystal looked at Tiffany skeptically. Tiffany had brought many suitcases full of clothes, so she shouldn't have had to borrow anything from anybody.
Crystal was going to reach for a tissue from a box on the coffee table, but suddenly her hand froze, and she couldn't move. She kept on smiling and pretended to be relaxed. "That's nice," she said. "He has so much clothing that he often donates so to relief stations and holess people."
Tiffany: "Most holess people are n. Did you know that n like to make won. wear their shirts and wear them the way that I am wearing this one?"
Tiffany shifted positions, and the shirt opened to reveal her bare breasts and a hint of her light brown nipples.
"You sound very experienced," Crystal said. "Are you?"
Tiffany: "Experienced in what?"
Crystal: "You know: What I was inexperienced in."
Tiffany took off her slippers and put her legs on the coffee table. "Co on, why are you asking that?" she asked.. "I have no experience."
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